Sometimes you Forget...

Day three of "Operation Iraqi Freedom." I watched a little green lights on black sky action in the campus center today on my walk. It just looks like the Atari my father had when I was little...except a lot more severe. If what the TV is saying is true (and I doubt it), we're kicking some Iraqi ass. What do you say to that? Yay, we're killing innocent people? Yay, we're winning a stupid and illegal war? There really isn't anything to be excited about.
Since I've been here at Bard, everyone's pretty much anti-war...except for that random straggler, pro-war people are like the jocks at bard, they just don't belong.
I was looking through people's away messages a few days ago and some peoples were "May God bless our president as he takes us into the right decision..." I mean, I dont remember what they said, but they were PRO WAR, that's what they are. I began to get sick to my stomach. People, actually...think war is a good idea? According to a stupid poll 65% think it's a good idea. Sometimes you forget that outside Bard, people are cheering this war. At the diner last night, our waitress had a "USA" pin on. It frightens me how people can be so into this war thing. It just makes me sick.
I could rant my war beliefs, but why? I don't really want to. You've heard it all before.
Anyway, going to Boston this weekend and all...that should be a good time. It's just been such a long week. I gotta nap or something before I freak out.