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1. I HATE WINTER because among other things, it turns the landscape in a monochromatic dystopian hellscape. There's actually more snow than that (the first two were taken today, the last one last week) now, since it's been snowing all day and I HATE IT. I lived in New Orleans for six years, y'all, why did I move back to Washington? When can I move away from Washington?

1a. Though I keep worrying vaguely about the fact that five of the six schools I applied to are all in very, very red states, but like...see again, I lived in Louisiana for six years, and Louisiana is a red state even if Orleans Parish is blue. (I think. I am pretty sure.) And Washington might be blue but my county is red. So like. *shrugs* I'm not planning on losing my Washington residency if I didn't do so in the past nine years, so. Also like I haven't even been accepted anywhere yet so that's not like. Really a major concern.

2. In "I hate winter and also living in the country" news, the other day a deer died on my lawn. *dead-eyed stare, no pun intended* Normally my father would deal with this, but he's still in Thailand until next week, so my mother and I were just like "...uh..." My mother suggested that we just wait for my father to come home, but I didn't want a DEER CORPSE on my lawn for the next week (especially because, well, snow means it would probably get covered up and I would inevitably trip on it the next time I took out the ash from the stove). So for lack of any better ideas I called the regional office of the Washington Department of Fish and Wildlife and asked what to do.

After determining that the deer was, in fact, dead and that it hadn't been shot by anyone ("We didn't shoot it, our neighbors didn't shoot it, it just looks like it lay down and curled up and died" / "Yeah, that happens a lot this time of year"), the nice lady at the Yakima office kindly told me that the best thing to do would be to move the deer to the back end of our property and let scavengers eat it, or barring that, to take the body up into the hills and dump it there to let scavengers eat it. (But if we did that, call them first in case somebody saw us and tried to report us for dumping bodies or poaching or something.) Since the deer had been kind enough to die fairly close to the bank, my mother and I figured that the best we could do was at least get it out of the way, and we managed to move it (with shovels; fortunately it was frozen) over the side of the bank. So as per the Department of Fish and Wildlife, scavengers could eat it.

That was, uh, an experience. COUNTRY LIVING.

3. On Monday I did make my first phone call to one of my reps -- I hate phone calls and I hate calling strangers and I hate expressing opinions, and both my senators are Democrats anyway so there didn't seem to be much of a point. (My congressman is a Republican so expressing an actual negative opinion is...still a little too intimidating for me to do, even if it's just to a staffer.) But I decided I would try one, and I got through to Maria Cantwell's DC office on the second try to say thank you for speaking out against the immigration ban. I tried Patty Murray's office but couldn't get through, but one is a start.

Everything is know, CALL YOUR REPS EVERY DAY! OR YOU HAVE FAILED THE REPUBLIC! I hate phones and I hate expressing opinions, so mostly I just scrolled past and felt guilty. is a start.

4. I've been watching a lot of Say Yes to the Dress lately, which always makes me feel like I'm back in college -- one of my best friends loved the show, and I have a very firm memory of sitting on her couch watching marathons with her. Also I'm appalled at some people's friends and families. What the fuck, people, it's her wedding, let her do what she wants.

5. At least twenty percent of every day is dedicated to worrying about getting into grad school. WHEN WILL I KNOW. There's so much praying going on in my household right now, probably more than at any point in the previous 20+ years.

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Date: 2017-02-06 01:59 pm (UTC)
alexseanchai: Blue and purple lightning (Default)
From: [personal profile] alexseanchai
I've decided I'm sending postcards to my reps. I can't phone calls, but postcards are a hell of a lot better than nothing, and I understand snail mail carries more weight than emails. So that is an option if you wish to explore it.

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Date: 2017-02-06 05:01 pm (UTC)
dogstar: Fireflight! (Default)
From: [personal profile] dogstar
It's hard! I'm another one who really stresses out about phone calls. For me, writing a script helps (two sentences. "Hi, I'm caling to express my hope that he will vote for . I live in . Thanks for your time."

My senators are Cruz and Cornyn so it's an exercise in futility but better than nothing, and I've been writing nice emails thanking my NEW senator for after the move. (Udall, D-NM, who I am very pleased with so far)

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Date: 2017-02-06 11:03 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] dhampyresa
Congrats on managing to call! Phonecalls are so stressful.

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Date: 2017-02-10 06:28 am (UTC)
starlady: Raven on a MacBook (Default)
From: [personal profile] starlady
I used to think that calling Democrats wasn't necessary, but then I started looking at their voting records, and it totally is necessary. The good news is, they can be taught and they seem to be learning quickly.

Fwiw, though, emails get counted too, as do faxes and postcards. I've started faxing people, because I also hate the phone and apparently a lot of reps' voicemails are just permanently full.


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