The story of Reveille

So football season has begun! Gig 'em Aggies! Whoop! That pretty lady right there is Reveille a.k.a. The First Lady of Aggieland. The most beautiful animal you'll ever see. She is the proverbial lucky dog. Back in the day, some Corps guys were driving to College Station in their Model-T Ford and hit a dog. A&M has the biggest vet school in the state, so the largehearted Cadets wrapped the dog up and took her to the vet clinic on campus. She survived, and started hanging out around the Corps dorms. They couldn't shake her; she had found her home. She got her name because, since A&M used to be all military, they would play "Reveille" every morning to wake up students. This song drove the dog crazy with glee. Soon they began taking her to football games. This drove her crazy too. She loved that shit. Everyone in Aggieland fell in love with the lovable survivor, and eventually they made her the official mascot of Texas A&M University.

Nowadays, Reveille is the most respected Aggie on campus, and probably the most respected dog in the world. She was a guest of honor at both of President Bush's inaugurations--and she flew by private jet. If Reveille falls asleep in your bed, you sleep on the floor. If Reveille barks in class (yes, she goes to class) class is dismissed and everybody walks. She is on the roster in the classes she attends, and always receives an A grade, making her a college graduate several times over. If you are in the Corps and Reveille walks up to you, you address her as ma'am, because she is the highest ranking officer. You probably think I am making this up, but I am not. We are just nuts like that. The Aggies play Clemson tonight. We are currently ranked 17th in the nation. Wish us luck, and look for Reveille. She'll be there. Wouldn't miss it for the world. Me neither.

Good Morning

I woke up feeling refreshed this morning. It was a nice contrast from yesterday. In fact I feel so nice that I am going to get a copy of the paper and treat myself to breakfast somewhere nice. Did I just say "nice" three times in a row? Well I meant it. I don't get many mornings like this. Mornings are my favorite though. Everything is so new. It makes me feel like God made it just for me. I wish it could stay that way forever. I like to sit on porches and breathe in the day to come. This one smells like it will be sweeter than usual. I only wish I had someone to share it with.

Everyday is a winding road...

My coworker brought me the new issue of Rolling Stone. He did it of his own accord. So I am reading it. I am not sure why, because this magazine is a piece of trash if there ever was such a thing as filthy, offensive refuse. However, I have learned some cool things so far. Sheryl Crow's new album comes out September 13 and she says it is much better than the last one. I love Sheryl Crow. She rocks. Also, Liz Phair's new album comes out on October 4. I am going to finish reading this, but only as a service to you all so that you don't have to subject yourself to vulgarity of this magnitude. You can thank me later.

The Princess and the Pea

I felt like I had been hit by a bus this morning. I slept in my dad's bed and it is as hard as a fucking rock. Or maybe I am just a spoiled princess. I dunno. But I had some really wild technicolor dreams. I dreamt I was in my hometown kicking it "Garden State" style with some crazy sons-of-bitches. I dreamt I got in a physical fight with my coworker. I dreamt I caught my brother wearing my underwear. I dreamt I told my sweet, sweet mother to kiss my ass. It was all very disturbing and I don't know what to make of it. But I can tell you this: I will never sleep in that bed again.

So when I woke up I turned on the news. There is anarchy in the streets of New Orleans and all anyone can do is fucking blame the federal government. I am so fucking sick of that shit. Perhaps if people stood up and took a little responsibility for themselves as individual living human beings, we wouldn't have all the trouble we seem to have in these trying modern times. I'm not saying there wouldn't be any, but I get the distinct feeling there wouldn't be so much confusion in the streets. Know what I mean? Now's not the time to place blame.

So here we are mobilizing for the upcoming adventure into No Man's Land. Collecting water, food, tools, and gasoline for the expedition. There is this energy in the air--it's electric. Sometimes I wish every day were chaos.

Check out XTX's friend Katrina's (ironic) rescue journey at:
http://katrinaversuskatrina.blogspot.com/

Two Completely Separate Missions

Holy shit listen to this: My coworker's grandmother lives north of New Orleans and he just found out today she is stranded there in a house with no electricity, running water, etc. So he wants to go get her, but my Dad (who is our boss) won't let him go alone because he is "partially retarded" and would probably end up being killed or coming home with a truck-load full of displaced New Orleans prostitutes. So tomorrow they are loading up the truck with tools they might need and all the gas cans we can fill up to take to the peeps in Louisiana. How exciting is that?? I thought about going, and I really want to, but I can't because I have to stay here and work because we all can't be gone with the rally next weekend. So that sucks. But how exciting! A real-life adventure!

In other news, I went to the store and bought myself two bottles of cheap-ass wine. I am currently on a real-life mission to get so drunk I forget about you. I love you too much already, and there's a good chance I can never have you. It was either this, or go home from the bar with some poser I can't fucking stand. So instead I drink alone. C'est la vie. I have found out the hard way that my love clearly doesn't conquer all. One bottle down, one to go...self destruction rules!

Louisiana lives up to its reputation

So my uncle came over today. He is a funny motherfucker. My dad thinks that he is funny, but my uncle is funnier. He was telling this story about a guy he overheard in a restaurant. Right before the hurricane, every fisherman in Texas was somewhere off the coast because the storm is supposed to stir up the fish or something. Well this dumbass goes "them micro-orgasms musta been in the water, because me and them fish were goin' at it!" You should have heard him tell it. I laughed my ass off.

There is all kinds of crazy shit going on in Louisiana. Wouldn't it be something if they declared martial law?? A National Guardsman already got shot (in the Superdome) and they now have orders to shoot looters on site. That's badass fucking shit. My favorite story though is of a 20 year old boy who convinced the New Orleans cops to let him take a bus to Houston, so he drove the bus all the way here picking up stranded people on the way. Nobody thought he'd make it, but he arrived at the Astrodome last night with a busload of peeps and was all over the news. They are calling him a hero. Seems to me he was just smarter.

Some people are sorry sons-of-bitches though. I heard there are panhandlers in Houston who have changed their signs from "will work for food" to "please help I'm from New Orleans." Thats fucked. Trying to capitalize off of other's people's misery and preying on the very souls of largehearted Houstonians. They're going straight to hell, believe that.

But I am sad today because I realized that the destruction of the beautiful city of New Orleans means the destruction of one of my dreams. My husband was supposed to propose to me there! Fuck the people that lived there. How will I ever be able to get married now that the fucking city I am supposed to be engaged in is destroyed?? I am a selfish bitch.