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Crush enemies, abandon hope, and unleash endless waves of unrepentant sarcasm. |
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There's nothing to see here that's really out of the ordinary. Nothing really terribly interesting either, unless you like griping, gossip, grudges, and possible mental illness. If anything it's some small way to keep myself writing (though you'll see by the dates on the entries that it's by no means an effective way), as well as a means through which I can vent about any number of things that are pissing me off. Occasionally there's pie. Look: I'm not a normal person. I'm suffering from untreated depression and plagued by increasingly frequent migraines that pretty much render me bedridden for days. I've suffered a lifetime of abuse and neglect, and still have to struggle with unfathomable depths of low self-worth, not to mention the eating disorders. I'm a weirdo, a freak, an aberration of nature and human experience . . . but it doesn't make me interesting. So, you can read this if you want. I've got some social commentary that might be a little fun, and occasionally throw in a poem or two, but for the most part it's the ramblings of a stricken mind. Pay no attention to the woman behind the curtain; she's just trying to change her dress. |
| It's hard these days to find someone who has actually thought about the issue of abortion thoroughly enough to have a cogent argument for or against it that doesn't sound like a catchphrase or slogan. The author of this blog has taken a humorous approach to the topic by offering suggestions for pro-choice bumper stickers, but their reasons behind the slogans is explained quite well. I think it's worth taking a look, even if you know where you stand on the issue of abortion. http://www.xpatriatedtexan.com/index.php/building-a-pro-choice-pro-woman-message... |
| Man, it's great to be me sometimes. To be able to sleep and wake up in some forest dominated by gigantic trees, knowing that the trees are self-aware and will protect me from the vague outline of menacing death (it might have been a werewolf, or a bear), to run from shadowy figures and suddenly have massive gates open and seeing this enormous fortress stretching out before me, and just knowing that there's a city within those walls with all sorts of people I could meet . . . man, what a long sentence! I often wonder where the hell these images come from. Every now and then I get a general idea of what may be inspiration in part (I just realized not too long ago that the name of the city I saw last night, Corinthia, is just a mispronunciation of Corinthians, the Bible section), but for the most part it all seems . . . well, spontaneous and weird. The ideas that come out of me at night seem to have no basis in anything aside from my own mind. The elements of other things are mixed in, of course, but the bulk of it appears to be my own little creation. Maybe it's just the way I I tried to catch a falling star, but all I got was this damn pixie. |
| Well, I may as well admit it, if it isn't clear already. I do have the hots for Bradley. I find the guy rather attractive (not drop dead gorgeous, but good looking enough for me), he's very nice, funny, and musically talented. If I thought I would get anywhere tih him, I'd go for it in a second. The problem is, he is apparently not looking for any sort of long-term relationship. He has brought an Allison person to the dorm at least once, and as far as I know he is not actually dating her, at least not yet. I have been propositioned by him, speaking of course of the night the power went off over the whole campus. He was probably partly joking, though I do not doubt it would have gone somewhere had I agreed. But, I won't get involved with somebody who is not involved with me. Brad's a great friend, and he's always been there when I've needed him (although that has mostly been for hugs when I'm depressed), but I don't think he sees me as anything other than a friend who is moderately hot and fuckable. So, meh, it's a nice pipe dream, but I won't count on it. In the meantime, I'll still flirt like mad, since I apparently have no control over these whorish moods I keep getting into. I'll bet it's the sexual repression, though. I tried to catch a falling star, but all I got was this damn pixie. |
| Quote of the Day: Right and wrong are not subject to popularity votes. |
| Know what? I'm gonna buy a sweatshirt. Yup, I'm gonna get me a nice George Mason University sweatshirt from the bookstore. I've already picked one out. I think I'll get it today. I guess the reason I'm updating about such a mundane topic is because I feel really bad about not updating this as often as I'd wished, and worse, not really writing anything creative lately. I could blame the German and English 302, but really, it's not just class. I have a little time to write every day, and I don't use it. I guess I'm just a really bad writer. Not bad in the sense that I have no talent, more like I have talent and waste it. I'm like a college basketball player who gets a full sports scholarship and, since he doesn't have to pay for tuition, spends all his free time going to parties and getting so hammered that he has to skip practice on a weekly basis because of his hangovers, and as a result is totally unprepared to play on the team. He gets kicked from the team, and as a result of his binge drinking fails all his classes and is eventually kicked out of the university, but not soon enough to save thousands of dollars of wasted tuition. I need to get to work. I want to fulfill this mental image of the industrious artist, but it just won't take the reins and take over my aspect. I'm still in the searching phase, I guess. Stupid college years. However, I suppose it's better to go through the identity crises now rather than wait till I'm in my forties with a job and a family. It's easier to question, "Oh my God, is this really ME?" when you still have time to change. Ah well, I guess I'll buy that sweatshirt now. I tried to catch a falling star, but all I got was this damn pixie. |
| God damn cold sore, now I can't eat an orange today! I wish I knew how these little fuckers get started; next time I can prevent it's uprising by not doing whatever it was that I did that caused this oral herpe to sprout. At least it's not that big, yet. But fuck if I'm going to go out and get that HerpecinL cream; vanity is NOT worth the money spent on something that has the same effect as Neosporyn, which I have already. Maaaaaan, I was gonna buy an orange today, but in lieu of the pain it will cause it looks like that's just not gonna happen! |
| Wow, I managed to get all my German homework done before 8 o'clock again. Excuse me, um zwanzig Uhr. German is coming . . . slowly, heh. But it is coming. I suppose I can't complain overmuch about my work situation; school has been keeping me pretty busy, but not TOO busy just yet (though we'll see how I feel when that Anthro test comes along, cringe). I wanted to get a job at the Concert Hall at the Box Office, but their hours just don't fit my schedule. However, the Information Desk looks promising. I think I'll check there for an application. In the meantime, I've got to write something creative, study for my Anthropology test, complete my Anthropology assignment, and get over this nasty little cold. But first, food. I tried to catch a falling star, but all I got was this damn pixie. |
| A lot of people would like to believe that prejudice and racism don't exist in this country. They would like to believe that the white-versus-black conflict, a conflict invented by the whites,* I might add, has been over for fifty years. Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but the tension between bigoted individuals and the people they loathe is still pretty strong in some areas. I don't think I need to explain this story very much, as most of the nation has heard it by now: black students in a small town in Louisiana where racial tension still exists sit under a tree normally "reserved" by white students, and the next day nooses are hung from its boughs. Three students are suspended, and life tries to go on. Some time later, a white boy speaks in a racist manner to six black students, using the word "nigger" a number of times, and the boys react in the way I think most teenage boys would in such a situation . . . namely, the beat the crap out of him. The boy is taken to the hospital, but is feeling well enough to attend a school function that night. Despite the relatively non-life threatening nature of his injuries, the six boys were charged with attempted murder, which has lately been reduced to assault. Now, I'll be quite honest here: violence in schools should not be tolerated. Abuse should not be tolerated. That said, in this case alone we either have two sets of victims, or two sets of perpetrators. Both sides of this fight did something wrong, and I think both sides should pay. Maybe getting his ass kicked was enough comeuppance for the white guy, though it would be a fitting punishment to make him stay at school on a Saturday writing on every blackboard "Black people have feelings too" or something to that effect. Give the bitch detention, and his debt is paid. Now, as for the black students, what should really be done to them (that would be fair based on most school regulations AND legal regualations) is a bit tricky. Verbal abuse does hurt, despite what some people think, and having someone basically tell you that you're less of a human being than he is based on when your ancestors left the Equator is a pretty big insult. So, that should definately be taken into consideration when judging these young men. However, they did assault this student when he had done nothing physically to them (that I've heard of; I've heard so many versions of this story that I don't know what is right). Mob assault is pretty bad, even if somebody has provoked you. These young men don't seem to have any other marks on their records (if they had we would have heard about them by now), so I think they should have gotten off easy. You know what I think? Coming from a Fairfax County Public School where fights were nothing special (Hayfield class of 2005), I say this is what should have happened to these guys: ten days suspension, with Saturday school (kinda like detention), AND community service dished out by the police department. Like I said, violence in schools is not to be tolerated, and since these guys broke the rules, they should pay for what they've done. But seriously, jail time? Charges of assault, attempted murder? For the love of whatever you believe, these are kids! There were six of them; if they wanted to do some serious damage to that boy, they would have. I think the fact that he was able to go home the same day from the hospital says a great deal about the restraint the Jena 6 showed. They were angry enough to make him hurt, but controlled enough not to do lasting damage. At the most, a month in juvie would have been quite enough. Give the Jena 6 a break. They've already done WAY more time than they should have. These guys have lives they deserve to carry on without some idiotic charges stapled to their backs. I tried to catch a falling star, but all I got was this damn pixie. *Just so you know, I am white (and red), so that's not a racist statement on its own |
| So I have a nasty little cold that's resulted in a minor fever and that icky slimy feeling along my gums from breathing with my mouth open. Meh, I've felt better, but it's not that big of a deal. Anyhoo, I'm in the what, fourth week of classes? and already am I totally immersed in work. What really sucks is that I have to juggle my work in German with my work in English 302, which is leaving me very little time to do my Anthropology readings or work on my stories for Fiction. I have an Anthro test is two weeks, and I have no idea what the review sheet is talking about. I could spend all of my time studying, and not having any fun, but I know my limits; I'll be back to ditching classes to sleep and not doing homework before I know it. All work and no play may make Jack a dull boy, but it will make me suicidal. But yes, Ahlyssah is busy but still trying to have fun. I can't say I hate any of my classes, though German is exceedingly annoying and 302 is often not that fun. But as far as semesters go in terms of people and professors, this one could have turned out a lot worse. I tried to catch a falling star, but all I got was this damn pixie. |
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