southernmedicine: (moonchaser)
Today when I went downstairs I was informed that a nephew and his son would also be moving into this house, and staying "for a couple of months."

G o d.

That makes me, my cousin, his wife. Her sister, sister's husband, their nephew, and his son. Seven people. These newcomers are also from the Philippines and also do not have much English, bringing it up to four out of six roommates that I cannot effectively communicate with. It's a little stressful, but at least when I am home I spend nearly every minute shut up in my room, and I am leaving in just a little over a month anyway.

To be clear, I have zero problem with more members of their family being here and I have less than zero problem with people who don't have much English; the in-laws try their best and I have even been working with them a little to pick up a handful of words so that we can at least exchange pleasantries.

What is stressful is how much smaller the house feels all the time, how many people I have to share a bathroom with (five of us in one bathroom now) and how much noisier and more chaotic it's about to be. I also don't necessarily feel super comfy leaving my room unlocked and unattended when there is a teenaged boy I don't know hanging around, bored, while I'm at work all day. I do not automatically think ill of anyone, but I have a lot of triggers associated with people going into my room when I'm not home and looking through my stuff (thanks mom).

So I dunno. We'll see how it goes. I'm sure that because I have so much work to do and wish that time would slow down, it's sure to move ahead even faster, so there is that.

To prepare for watching the new Final Destination: Bloodlines I am re-watching all the others. It's been a fun blast from the past, if somewhat sobering to realize that the first one came out twenty five years ago.

I've been trying really hard to read more, because I need to, I want to, and I also want to donate more of my books to the local library before I move. I'm about halfway each done with Jennifer Government by Max Barry and How I Learned To Snap by Kirk Read. I'm enjoying both, but neither are books I feel I need to read more than once (which exactly the selection I've tried to line up, on account of only wanting to donate books I don't wanna keep, obviously!).

Super delighted to hear that, according to the ACLU, more than five million people attended No Kings protests across the country. My girlfriend attended her local protest with her sister and brother-in-law, and I'm so proud of her, not only for going but for being the kind of person who gets really fired up about justice, equality, and humanity in general. I was concerned about her, because I am a veteran protester myself, but all the protests I have ever attended have been in Los Angeles which... is a wildly differing environment from her little Midwestern college town. I stopped by my own local protest for a bit, but it was badly organized, and plagued with anti-protest visitors waving Trump flags and throwing trash at protesters. Very disheartening, but I live in one of those rare deep red pockets that is unfortunately rife with Trumpers, Teslas, and pro-ICE rhetoric, so it wasn't too surprising if I'm honest. I had to leave when I recognized one of the flag wavers as a patient from work.

DnD tomorrow though, that'll be fun.
southernmedicine: (nightsister)
I'm reading a Star Wars novel called Black Spire by Delilah S. Dawson, and this passage felt particularly... relevant.

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"The First Order?" Dolin asked. "I heard they weren't even real. Just people wearing old Imperial costumes to frighten children."

At that, Vi sat forward and pinned him with a dizzy but firm glare. "The First Order is very real. They blew up the Galactic Senate on Hosnian Prime. They blew up the entire Hosnian system. I lost friends in the cataclysm. I saw the rubble left behind. And if they're on this planet now, you're going to want to stay out of their way. Believe me. I know."

"If the First Order is real, they would never come here," the old woman said knowingly, shaking her head for emphasis. Her earlier good mood had fled. "There's nothing here they want. We're a quiet place. Mind our own business. Not like those rich planets. Not like Coruscant." Her nose wrinkled up as she said it.

Vi closed her eyes, her head in her hands.

That's what everyone always believes. It won't happen to us. We don't look for trouble. We're not doing anything wrong. We're not important enough. That's what the skittermouse says to itself as the ebon hawk glides overhead, right up until it feels the chill of shadow and bite of talons.

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southernmedicine: (annoy)
Tomorrow is Election Day, and I guess I just felt like venting.

Whatever happens, I will be so happy for this election cycle to be over and done. I'm just so tired.

I'm tired of people behaving like their absolute worst selves.

I'm tired of my community making absolutely everything political when it isn't (ie: "Did you hear another house in the neighborhood was burglarized? That's what you get when you keep voting in liberals!" Literally HUH???).

I'm tired of our mailbox being absolutely CRAMMED, on the daily, with political fliers. Most of these were made by members of the community and instead of listing good things about each candidate, they only ever mention bad things about the other.

I'm tired of receiving call after call after call, day after day after day, that are all automated voice recordings from both CA governor candidates, each slinging mud at the other.

I'm tired of people literally COMING TO OUR HOUSE IN PERSON, and KNOCKING ON OUR DOOR trying to badger us into voting for their chosen candidate.

This is all so much more annoying to me because I already voted, I already voted a long time ago. California has early mail-in ballots that we received over a week ago. I did all my research on all the measures, I checked out every candidate, I took my time and I paid attention and I voted my conscience, which I hope everyone else also did or will do come tomorrow. I am not interested in being harassed and lectured especially when it will make absolutely zero difference as my ballot was walked last week straight into the lobby of the local post office and placed safely in the slot.

Am I absolutely terrified of the potential outcome? Abso-fuckin-lutely I am. But I am ready for this whole thing to be over. And when it is? We're going to need to look out for one another and work together to make this a better place. Steady on, friends.

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