Hello, my friends. Ok, people need to comment and vote on the poll. Seriously people...? You're going to discourage the awesome rants from flowing...
I have suffered a return volley in the Twilight War. My opponent's points can be seen here: http://pinkhairblog.blogspot.com/
One of her points is that Twilight encourages reading. I must acknowledge her point. On the other hand, if we encourage the reading stupidity and crap, we only fill heads with stupidity and crap. How does that help us? There is plenty of stupidity and crap posing as literature, we don't need to encourage people who are not that bright to be dumber. That might be half the problem with the world.
Her second point concerns Twilight's depiction of relationships. I do not agree. Possibly Edward acts in a respectful, self-sacrificial, and committed way, but Bella is basically a whiny teenager. A whiny teenager is supposed to grow up before she is allowed to have the man of her dreams. If she doesn't the man of her dreams doesn't want her. That's part of why I wish that Edward had pulled a Rhett. "Frankly, my dear, YOU ARE A CLUMSY, WHINY PIECE OF CRAP AND I WAS JUST MESSING WITH YOU SO I COULD EMOTIONALLY CRUSH YOU BEFORE I EAT YOU AND I don't give a damn."
Finally, my opponent thinks that we, as a community, should respect Ms (Mrs? I assume it's Ms if she's writing romance, but it's not a requirement) Meyer for creating a huge fan base as a beginning novelist. We could do that... or we could cry for the poor souls of the world. If something as badly written as the Twilight saga can create a fan base this crazy and stupid, its really easy to see why horrible things happen. Obama gets elected, stupid immigration laws get passed, and even the TODAY show continues to air despite its dedication to making people stupider every morning. And its all made possible by the reducing of quality reading material and education. Thank you, Stephenie Meyer, for being a symbol of all that is wrong with this country and the world.
On a less depressing, but similar, note: Have you seen the movie Superbad? It is terrifying to me that a movie that was so utterly dirty and plain irreverent was so freakin` hilarious. Don't get me wrong, irreverent and dirty humor are the kinds of things I like in a movie, but Superbad doesn't just throw it out there. They load it into a Gatling machine gun and rapid fire it at you for a good hour/ hour and a half, take a minute to resolve the emotional denouement and to reload, then open fire again until the end. I literally had to stop and rewind about 10 minutes because I was still processing the grossness and oddness of the 38th joke (estimated; it was pretty bad) when they hit the 97th. Craziness. Also, those cops would so be fired...
Perhaps this is what's wrong with America even above Twilight.... Nah. That sounds like quitter talk and we all know I'm winning the war. Bwahahaha!
I have good news! My friend Nathaniel has a special lady friend! Whoohoo! Ha! I hope he reads this and blushes. Anyway, now that that's out of the way, I'm going to catch a little sleep before church. `Night!
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Official Declaration of What Shall be Known as The Twilight War. Also, a Rant on the Church (with minor profanity)
I have been challenged. That's right. Challenged. By the very inspiration for this blog. Jenna, I have one thing to say to you. IT IS SO ON!
For those who don't know, Jenna is my brother's girlfriend. I thought we were friends. However, she has decided to tell me that she likes Twilight. That's right... What is an even greater travesty is that Jenna has, in the past, told me that she hates Shakespeare! *cue gasps of horror* I know right?!
So now I must declare war. War upon Twilight, Jenna, and all other fans of perversions of the English language in the name of Truth, Justice, The American Way, and Literature!
As the first volley in the Twilight wars, I will point out that the entire series is a 14 year old girl's wet dream. This is why every person who has liked it that I have known is female, gay, or extremely effeminate. While there is nothing wrong with these things, it is well known fact that these people are a) usually hopeless romantics with no idea of how a healthy relationship is created (but are usually better at maintaining one, go figure) b) easily manipulated emotionally and c) often terrible judges of men. Therefore it stands to reason that they would have no idea how a 200+ year old vampire would actually act and would find Edward Cullen believable, they would find Bella an annoying enough figure that they could hate her and replace her in their fantasies quite easily thereby increasing their enjoyment of the "book", and they would not understand that the vampire is not supposed to be a sparkly, emotional douchebag, but a terrifying, yet charming predator akin to Dracula or Lestat. Oh, and no 200+ vampire would ever set foot in high school again. Not happening.
Now that I have my opening shots we'll move on to other business. I hate FINALS! Actually, I have a love/hate relationship with them. They are a symbol of the end of the semester, but they are also the single most stressful thing about college. Except maybe figuring out what you want to do with your life. Maybe. Most of my life has been consumed by studying for said finals, but I have managed to interact with some of my friends. While studying. *sigh* yeah I hate finals...
On the plus side, Charlsie is about to graduate high school! WOOT! I'm really proud of how she's doing. She wasn't the greatest of students when I met her, but now she is better than me. Go figure... She is SUPER excited about going to live with my parents for the summer with me. We're also planning on meeting up with my brother Robert at his house for a couple of weeks too. He lives in the buttcrack of nowhere, but he's awesome enough to make visiting him one of the best times of my life.
My parents are moving... again. I haven't told you this, but I hate introducing myself. People always ask the question that is weirdest to answer for me. "Where are you from?" I don't know how to answer because I've moved so much in my life. I'm not sure about the count but I know I've lived in 5 states and have moved every year of my high school career except senior year and about every two years before middle school. Why you ask? Its a complicated answer having to do with my dad's jobs and what he wants to do with his life, which I will rant about when I'm done describing my weirdness. Because we've moved so much, the only answer which makes any sense is to say "The U.S." or something equally vague and flippant and hope nobody asks for details.
Anyway, the reason we moved so much is partially because my dad had trouble deciding what he wanted to do with his life, and partially because of the job he picked. I'm not positive what he did before I remember, but I know he worked some food jobs and went to college. I remember, very vaguely, when he and Mom decided to be house parents at a children's home in Oklahoma. If you don't know a children's home is where they send problem kids that need foster homes and they are usually faith based. They did that for a while, but then we moved back to Tulsa my sister was born, then we went to a children's home in Texas and Jake was born there. This was also where we met Robert and my epic hatred of him began. We moved back to Tulsa and Mom and Dad both got jobs dealing with children and mental health at different places. They worked late a lot of the time so I spent my time with my Grandma. Eventually, dad applied for a youth minister position at our church but wasn't hired. Somebody told him about a bible college in Denver, Colorado and Dad decided to go. Whoopee... We were there for the two years that the course took, Robert moved in with us fresh from jail and we had epic sibling rivalry, then Dad got a job as a youth minister in New Mexico. Robert ended up going to the same preaching school and I matured enough that we actually began to like each other. Then Joe came along and we had to move again. This time we moved to Denver and Dad got a job at the church who runs the preaching school. That was great for a while, but eventually Dad was stabbed in the back by the church and we had to leave. We went to Arkansas, but Dad got screwed by the church here too. Now he's being screwed by the church in Oklahoma where he works.
There's my life story in a paragraph. I don't tell you this to make you pity me or anything. I just think that it is important you understand where I'm coming from when you read this next rant.
The church is corporate bullshit. That being said, I do not want anyone to think that I have changed my views on God or the Bible. I simply believe that the church, as a result of being exposed to America, has been corrupted and become a corporation. This has resulted in political atmospheres in church that people like my father, principled and genuinely good, are ill equipped to deal with, and result in good men either playing the fence and not saying what must be said, or speaking out against it and getting the crap beat out of them by both sides.
The reason that the church is dying has nothing to do with dwindling numbers, a shift in the beliefs of the population, left-wing media, right-wing media, UFO's, the Gay Agenda, the Socialist Agenda, Communism, Jews, Muslims, Buddhists, or anything except the fact that the church has allowed itself to be corrupted and rot from the inside out. They are unchanging and obsessed with the acquisition of their stupid little power structures that have no bearing outside of a single building.
The simple solution is to get rid of the symbol of corporate corruption. The church building. The church does not need a building. The entire point of the church is the spreading of the gospel, not the gathering of people into one place. What better way to spread the word than with joyful singing waking up the neighbors every Sunday morning and happy people swarming the neighborhoods? What better way is there to free up money to do good things for the community that eliminating the church's utility and maintenance costs? If you have a better idea, I'd love to hear it, but I don't think you will find one.
I apologize for the epic length of this post, but these are things I felt I needed to get off my chest. Plus I had to declare war. I'll not waste more of your time with amusing graphs this time, but I hope that you will read and think about what I've written. I'd love to hear comments.
For those who don't know, Jenna is my brother's girlfriend. I thought we were friends. However, she has decided to tell me that she likes Twilight. That's right... What is an even greater travesty is that Jenna has, in the past, told me that she hates Shakespeare! *cue gasps of horror* I know right?!
So now I must declare war. War upon Twilight, Jenna, and all other fans of perversions of the English language in the name of Truth, Justice, The American Way, and Literature!
As the first volley in the Twilight wars, I will point out that the entire series is a 14 year old girl's wet dream. This is why every person who has liked it that I have known is female, gay, or extremely effeminate. While there is nothing wrong with these things, it is well known fact that these people are a) usually hopeless romantics with no idea of how a healthy relationship is created (but are usually better at maintaining one, go figure) b) easily manipulated emotionally and c) often terrible judges of men. Therefore it stands to reason that they would have no idea how a 200+ year old vampire would actually act and would find Edward Cullen believable, they would find Bella an annoying enough figure that they could hate her and replace her in their fantasies quite easily thereby increasing their enjoyment of the "book", and they would not understand that the vampire is not supposed to be a sparkly, emotional douchebag, but a terrifying, yet charming predator akin to Dracula or Lestat. Oh, and no 200+ vampire would ever set foot in high school again. Not happening.
Now that I have my opening shots we'll move on to other business. I hate FINALS! Actually, I have a love/hate relationship with them. They are a symbol of the end of the semester, but they are also the single most stressful thing about college. Except maybe figuring out what you want to do with your life. Maybe. Most of my life has been consumed by studying for said finals, but I have managed to interact with some of my friends. While studying. *sigh* yeah I hate finals...
On the plus side, Charlsie is about to graduate high school! WOOT! I'm really proud of how she's doing. She wasn't the greatest of students when I met her, but now she is better than me. Go figure... She is SUPER excited about going to live with my parents for the summer with me. We're also planning on meeting up with my brother Robert at his house for a couple of weeks too. He lives in the buttcrack of nowhere, but he's awesome enough to make visiting him one of the best times of my life.
My parents are moving... again. I haven't told you this, but I hate introducing myself. People always ask the question that is weirdest to answer for me. "Where are you from?" I don't know how to answer because I've moved so much in my life. I'm not sure about the count but I know I've lived in 5 states and have moved every year of my high school career except senior year and about every two years before middle school. Why you ask? Its a complicated answer having to do with my dad's jobs and what he wants to do with his life, which I will rant about when I'm done describing my weirdness. Because we've moved so much, the only answer which makes any sense is to say "The U.S." or something equally vague and flippant and hope nobody asks for details.
Anyway, the reason we moved so much is partially because my dad had trouble deciding what he wanted to do with his life, and partially because of the job he picked. I'm not positive what he did before I remember, but I know he worked some food jobs and went to college. I remember, very vaguely, when he and Mom decided to be house parents at a children's home in Oklahoma. If you don't know a children's home is where they send problem kids that need foster homes and they are usually faith based. They did that for a while, but then we moved back to Tulsa my sister was born, then we went to a children's home in Texas and Jake was born there. This was also where we met Robert and my epic hatred of him began. We moved back to Tulsa and Mom and Dad both got jobs dealing with children and mental health at different places. They worked late a lot of the time so I spent my time with my Grandma. Eventually, dad applied for a youth minister position at our church but wasn't hired. Somebody told him about a bible college in Denver, Colorado and Dad decided to go. Whoopee... We were there for the two years that the course took, Robert moved in with us fresh from jail and we had epic sibling rivalry, then Dad got a job as a youth minister in New Mexico. Robert ended up going to the same preaching school and I matured enough that we actually began to like each other. Then Joe came along and we had to move again. This time we moved to Denver and Dad got a job at the church who runs the preaching school. That was great for a while, but eventually Dad was stabbed in the back by the church and we had to leave. We went to Arkansas, but Dad got screwed by the church here too. Now he's being screwed by the church in Oklahoma where he works.
There's my life story in a paragraph. I don't tell you this to make you pity me or anything. I just think that it is important you understand where I'm coming from when you read this next rant.
The church is corporate bullshit. That being said, I do not want anyone to think that I have changed my views on God or the Bible. I simply believe that the church, as a result of being exposed to America, has been corrupted and become a corporation. This has resulted in political atmospheres in church that people like my father, principled and genuinely good, are ill equipped to deal with, and result in good men either playing the fence and not saying what must be said, or speaking out against it and getting the crap beat out of them by both sides.
The reason that the church is dying has nothing to do with dwindling numbers, a shift in the beliefs of the population, left-wing media, right-wing media, UFO's, the Gay Agenda, the Socialist Agenda, Communism, Jews, Muslims, Buddhists, or anything except the fact that the church has allowed itself to be corrupted and rot from the inside out. They are unchanging and obsessed with the acquisition of their stupid little power structures that have no bearing outside of a single building.
The simple solution is to get rid of the symbol of corporate corruption. The church building. The church does not need a building. The entire point of the church is the spreading of the gospel, not the gathering of people into one place. What better way to spread the word than with joyful singing waking up the neighbors every Sunday morning and happy people swarming the neighborhoods? What better way is there to free up money to do good things for the community that eliminating the church's utility and maintenance costs? If you have a better idea, I'd love to hear it, but I don't think you will find one.
I apologize for the epic length of this post, but these are things I felt I needed to get off my chest. Plus I had to declare war. I'll not waste more of your time with amusing graphs this time, but I hope that you will read and think about what I've written. I'd love to hear comments.
Friday, April 23, 2010
More Graphs! Oh Yeah, and I Rant About Twilight Sucking in this One.
Hello any loyal readers I still have. So I haven't posted very much lately. Sorry about that. If you guys commented more I'd probably be in a mood more often. A lot of times I feel like I'm just talking to a wall here... By the way, if any of you actually read the post about the lecture, I'd really like to know what you thought about what the guy said, if I was a crappy summarizer, or if you have questions. If not, well ok then. Ha ha!
My week has been BORING! No awkward bathroom situations, no random walking in on Brandon doing something weird, and, worst of all, no random T.V. shows inducing rants! Just classes and the occasional unremarkable joke. *sigh* On the plus side, I've been somewhat productive this week. I've started working on a paper at least 2 weeks before its due, I'm studying like a nerd for history, and I'm even considering going to the library to study with *gasp* other people *cue "Twilight Zone Theme"*
So is it weird that typing "Twilight" a minute ago triggered an instinctive gag reflex? The correct answer is NO! The Twilight books are wastes of paper that are not worth wiping my ass with. *gasp at curse word from stage left* You heard me. I can say this with all necessary vehemence now because I was forced, with the threat of never kissing me again, to read all four pathetic, appalling, and more-disgusting-than-ball-sweat uses of the English language by Charlsie. You may now form an angry mob and surround her house. Oh and I don't care how brooding, broken, and sparkly he is! A 200+ old vampire would never fall in love with a pathetic waste of flesh like that girl! She is far too immature. She is far too stupid. She causes way too many problems. She is his food. Sorry folks, I can't deal with women my age most days and there is no way a mature vampire would either. Especially when he could eat her and put everyone, including the put-upon boyfriends forced to read that garbage, out their misery.
Ok. Now that I've bashed Twilight, how about some graphs? No? Anyone? Too bad.
Ok. Charlsie better love this one. It has two of her favorite music people on it, and the other two I'm pretty sure she likes/would like. I personally just put this here for her. It was only mildly amusing to me, but I don't have the emotions invested in these bands some people do.
This... is... so...true... Except for the teenage girl part. I have no experience with that. I know that when I started listening to rock and/or heavy metal, my Mom and Dad sat me down and had a serious talk with me about the kind of messages I was listening to. It was absolutely hilarious. This is the first time I remember smarting off to my parents and not getting hit in the back of the head for it. Its probably not, but its the first I remember. Basically I said, "Don't the old rock and country songs you listen to have a lot of drinking, partying, and cheating on spouses in them? Besides, most of the metal bands I'm listening to have strong messages against suicide, drinking, and have strong Christian overtones (not so true anymore but it was at the time)." speechless parents= Most... fun... ever! Anyway, I now listen to lots of music and have not once felt the urge to eat a baby. The others maybe but that happened a lot before I was even off of "wheels on the bus". Except the teenage girl thing. Only felt that urge when I realized that being a dude sucks. It went away 13 and 1/2 seconds later when I realized being a girl sucks even worse. Situation= dude getting treated terribly by a girl followed by her screaming in pain because of her period.
So those are my music related graphs. I hope you enjoyed. And what is the deal with airline food anyway?
My week has been BORING! No awkward bathroom situations, no random walking in on Brandon doing something weird, and, worst of all, no random T.V. shows inducing rants! Just classes and the occasional unremarkable joke. *sigh* On the plus side, I've been somewhat productive this week. I've started working on a paper at least 2 weeks before its due, I'm studying like a nerd for history, and I'm even considering going to the library to study with *gasp* other people *cue "Twilight Zone Theme"*
So is it weird that typing "Twilight" a minute ago triggered an instinctive gag reflex? The correct answer is NO! The Twilight books are wastes of paper that are not worth wiping my ass with. *gasp at curse word from stage left* You heard me. I can say this with all necessary vehemence now because I was forced, with the threat of never kissing me again, to read all four pathetic, appalling, and more-disgusting-than-ball-sweat uses of the English language by Charlsie. You may now form an angry mob and surround her house. Oh and I don't care how brooding, broken, and sparkly he is! A 200+ old vampire would never fall in love with a pathetic waste of flesh like that girl! She is far too immature. She is far too stupid. She causes way too many problems. She is his food. Sorry folks, I can't deal with women my age most days and there is no way a mature vampire would either. Especially when he could eat her and put everyone, including the put-upon boyfriends forced to read that garbage, out their misery.
Ok. Now that I've bashed Twilight, how about some graphs? No? Anyone? Too bad.
Ok. Charlsie better love this one. It has two of her favorite music people on it, and the other two I'm pretty sure she likes/would like. I personally just put this here for her. It was only mildly amusing to me, but I don't have the emotions invested in these bands some people do.
This... is... so...true... Except for the teenage girl part. I have no experience with that. I know that when I started listening to rock and/or heavy metal, my Mom and Dad sat me down and had a serious talk with me about the kind of messages I was listening to. It was absolutely hilarious. This is the first time I remember smarting off to my parents and not getting hit in the back of the head for it. Its probably not, but its the first I remember. Basically I said, "Don't the old rock and country songs you listen to have a lot of drinking, partying, and cheating on spouses in them? Besides, most of the metal bands I'm listening to have strong messages against suicide, drinking, and have strong Christian overtones (not so true anymore but it was at the time)." speechless parents= Most... fun... ever! Anyway, I now listen to lots of music and have not once felt the urge to eat a baby. The others maybe but that happened a lot before I was even off of "wheels on the bus". Except the teenage girl thing. Only felt that urge when I realized that being a dude sucks. It went away 13 and 1/2 seconds later when I realized being a girl sucks even worse. Situation= dude getting treated terribly by a girl followed by her screaming in pain because of her period.
So those are my music related graphs. I hope you enjoyed. And what is the deal with airline food anyway?
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
The Weekend, and Fun with Graphs.
Its official. I have too much time on my hands. I spent 3-4 hours last night looking at a website that used graphs to make amusing points. Sigh if you wonder if you are completely weird sometimes! *sigh* In any case, most of this post is going to be sharing some of these with you so I hope you can read a graph!
As for my weekend, it was pretty tame. I got to spend a lot of time with Charlsie, I got to cook a little this weekend (bacon and egg sandwiches with toasted bread. Totally yummy), and I finished the third season of Veronica Mars and was COMPLETELY DISAPPOINTED WITH THE NETWORK BECAUSE THEY ENDED IT WITH A CLIFFHANGER AND BASICALLY GAVE EVERYONE WHO WATCHED IT THE FINGER!!!! Not that you care... but I'm going to rant about that for a minute.
Why do networks never realize what they have? I did research on it (I know, I'm a complete nerd) and the ratings for VMars were not only going up every consecutive season, but the ratings went up every episode in the third season. Basically, it was obvious that there was a growing fan base that wanted to know what was going to happen. But somebody at the network killed the show. AHHHHHH! Why!?!?!?!?! Then there was Firefly, I don't know how many of you watched that, but it was a western style sci-fi adventure that was nowhere near as crappy as that makes it sound. The characters were gold, the story had mucho potential, and it had some of the best graphics and sound that I have seen in a T.V. show in a long time. First of all, the network, Fox this time, made them air episodes out of order. Then it put the show in a crappy time slot. Then it moved the show between 3 crappy time slots and didn't show it consecutive weeks. Add that to the fact that the show is slightly confusing if you don't a) know sci-fi lingo or b) watch it from the beginning, and you have a recipe for a show doomed to failure. In spite of this, Firefly had such a following that the creator, Joss Whedon who is arguably best know for having created Buffy the Vampire slayer, made a high-budget movie in an attempt to tie up the loose ends the show had left in its 14 episode run. Why do network execs hate me? I don't know, but I'm going to hope they hear my stern words for them: OPEN YOUR EYES!
Ok rant over. Now on to the funny stuff. Consider this graph:
Yes, we all know about the classic, unwritten rule of hide and seek. Perhaps its the childlike excitement, maybe its all the activity, but it never fails. When you finally find the absolute perfect place to hide, you suddenly must pee. You could have been deprived of water for the last 13 days and this rule will still be true every time.
Now consider this:
Whomever made this flow chart is a personal idol of mine. Sarcasm? Check. Random idea? Check. Well executed? Check. Confusing enough to those who wouldn't have the first clue how to deal with it yet has the possibility of educating them? Check check. This is the first and only flow chart that has ever made me choke on a drink. That is how good it is.
Well for some reason I can't upload more of these to share with you. Just as well I guess. Don't want to over do the jokes. I'll share some more next post.
As for my weekend, it was pretty tame. I got to spend a lot of time with Charlsie, I got to cook a little this weekend (bacon and egg sandwiches with toasted bread. Totally yummy), and I finished the third season of Veronica Mars and was COMPLETELY DISAPPOINTED WITH THE NETWORK BECAUSE THEY ENDED IT WITH A CLIFFHANGER AND BASICALLY GAVE EVERYONE WHO WATCHED IT THE FINGER!!!! Not that you care... but I'm going to rant about that for a minute.
Why do networks never realize what they have? I did research on it (I know, I'm a complete nerd) and the ratings for VMars were not only going up every consecutive season, but the ratings went up every episode in the third season. Basically, it was obvious that there was a growing fan base that wanted to know what was going to happen. But somebody at the network killed the show. AHHHHHH! Why!?!?!?!?! Then there was Firefly, I don't know how many of you watched that, but it was a western style sci-fi adventure that was nowhere near as crappy as that makes it sound. The characters were gold, the story had mucho potential, and it had some of the best graphics and sound that I have seen in a T.V. show in a long time. First of all, the network, Fox this time, made them air episodes out of order. Then it put the show in a crappy time slot. Then it moved the show between 3 crappy time slots and didn't show it consecutive weeks. Add that to the fact that the show is slightly confusing if you don't a) know sci-fi lingo or b) watch it from the beginning, and you have a recipe for a show doomed to failure. In spite of this, Firefly had such a following that the creator, Joss Whedon who is arguably best know for having created Buffy the Vampire slayer, made a high-budget movie in an attempt to tie up the loose ends the show had left in its 14 episode run. Why do network execs hate me? I don't know, but I'm going to hope they hear my stern words for them: OPEN YOUR EYES!
Ok rant over. Now on to the funny stuff. Consider this graph:
Yes, we all know about the classic, unwritten rule of hide and seek. Perhaps its the childlike excitement, maybe its all the activity, but it never fails. When you finally find the absolute perfect place to hide, you suddenly must pee. You could have been deprived of water for the last 13 days and this rule will still be true every time.Now consider this:
Whomever made this flow chart is a personal idol of mine. Sarcasm? Check. Random idea? Check. Well executed? Check. Confusing enough to those who wouldn't have the first clue how to deal with it yet has the possibility of educating them? Check check. This is the first and only flow chart that has ever made me choke on a drink. That is how good it is.
Well for some reason I can't upload more of these to share with you. Just as well I guess. Don't want to over do the jokes. I'll share some more next post.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Lecture I Went to Last Night.
Last night, I attended a lecture. It is a part of a lecture series given every semester at my college in honor of one of the teachers. She is a black woman who overcame a lot of adversity in her quest to become a professor. As such, all these lectures are related to African/African-American studies. Readers, I am a half-white, half-Mexican male who looks and acts like a white guy. Honestly, growing up in the generation I have, race has never been an issue for me. I get really tired of hearing older people harp on it. Don't get me wrong, I understand why the problem exists, and I understand that its not something people, especially older black folks, get over, but what I tire of is older people expecting people who have learned to continue to play by their rules and jump hoops that they have to. Especially militant old black people like the Reverend Al Sharpton.
Seriously people? I probably can't even express my opinion about this without making somebody upset. That is what upsets me the most about it. When a person cannot express his opinion of the way certain other people effect them, political correctness has gone too far.
In any case, I just wanted you to know that because when I saw the title of the lecture, "Where do we go from here?" Race in the Age of Obama, I was turned off. I didn't want to hear another lecture, literal this time, on race and how important it is that we realize its unimportant (even though by making a big deal out of that you are making it a big deal... hmm...). So I went in to this lecture thinking to myself that I was going to take notes and find everything that could be argued with and question him about it.
My. Mind. Was. Blown.
In all seriousness. Blown. Away. This man presented a lecture which was truly eye-opening to me. I learned for the first time in a very long time, and I must say it felt good.
The speaker, from Princeton by the way, began by asking a simple question buried under humongous words that I had to remember my Latin roots to understand. When he saw it went over our heads, or maybe he planned it that way to jumpstart thinking, he rephrased it. "Now that we have a black President, where do we go from here?" From this starting point, he launched into a discussion of M.L.K, Baldwin, and G.H. Mead. From M.L.K, he took the struggle of civil rights and the transitional period of its realization. From Baldwin, he took the ideas of how history effects the future and what black people and white people feel about each other. From Mead, he took the sociological perspective and the fact that the past frames the present, and that with out past, present becomes empty. Long story short he addressed black people's feelings of not belonging to the nation, white people's feelings of guilt and quest for redemption, and how those things have led to the era we have now: a generation who has not experienced Jim Crow.
Once he established this basic information about the past, he moved on to the present. He talked about how Obama's election effected how "blackness" was practiced, how his behavior in office is ironically slightly detrimental to race relations, and how this cannot be the end. He went back to Baldwin's description of how white people would try to make black people "blank" because that was the next-best thing to white. This idea is applied to Obama because if he attempts to address racial issues, such as the crime rates and ghettos, he becomes a "black" president and can no longer represent ALL of America. I actually hadn't thought of that before and had admittedly fallen into that very trap of thinking. He talked about an essay called "What America would be without Blacks" which stated that the titular ideal is the American Fantasy, because America would never have had to face its "Democratic Principals vs. Undemocratic Practices" demon. This is why white people try to "blank" out black people.
Finally, he moved on to the future. He put it on our shoulders. He told us that the point of remembering the past is not to cause guilt, but neither can we run past the wounds of the past era simply by electing a black president. There is still work to be done when it comes to making black people no longer second rate citizens. Poverty is a problem. There is a vicious cycle of culture that perpetuates the second class attitude. It is not equal yet. But, and this made him completely respectable in my eyes, he also said that we cannot linger on those wounds of the past, because to do so is to encourage guilt, defensiveness, and divisiveness; the very opposite of the "perfect union" our principles espouse.
It was the best lecture I have ever attended. The questions afterward were useful in clearing up a lot of things he said. One I thought was utterly ridiculous was a question regarding the American flag lapel pin that Obama now wears. It was treated as a serious topic of discussion, and I sat there thinking, "ok, you people, including the critics who brought it up in the first place, have WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY too much time on your hands if you think that simple wardrobe choices should be analyzed."
In any case, I thought you should know about this wonderful lecture and be treated to a terrible summery of it. Honestly, not much has changed about me. I don't think I need to behave any differently. Rather, what is different is that I now a) respect Obama as a person a lot more b) think about the past in a different way and c) avoid pitfalls of thought like the one about Obama being a "black" president.
I hope this wasn't a snooze fest for you. I know I don't have anywhere near the kind of delivery that guy had, but I hope I got across the general idea of what he meant.
Seriously people? I probably can't even express my opinion about this without making somebody upset. That is what upsets me the most about it. When a person cannot express his opinion of the way certain other people effect them, political correctness has gone too far.
In any case, I just wanted you to know that because when I saw the title of the lecture, "Where do we go from here?" Race in the Age of Obama, I was turned off. I didn't want to hear another lecture, literal this time, on race and how important it is that we realize its unimportant (even though by making a big deal out of that you are making it a big deal... hmm...). So I went in to this lecture thinking to myself that I was going to take notes and find everything that could be argued with and question him about it.
My. Mind. Was. Blown.
In all seriousness. Blown. Away. This man presented a lecture which was truly eye-opening to me. I learned for the first time in a very long time, and I must say it felt good.
The speaker, from Princeton by the way, began by asking a simple question buried under humongous words that I had to remember my Latin roots to understand. When he saw it went over our heads, or maybe he planned it that way to jumpstart thinking, he rephrased it. "Now that we have a black President, where do we go from here?" From this starting point, he launched into a discussion of M.L.K, Baldwin, and G.H. Mead. From M.L.K, he took the struggle of civil rights and the transitional period of its realization. From Baldwin, he took the ideas of how history effects the future and what black people and white people feel about each other. From Mead, he took the sociological perspective and the fact that the past frames the present, and that with out past, present becomes empty. Long story short he addressed black people's feelings of not belonging to the nation, white people's feelings of guilt and quest for redemption, and how those things have led to the era we have now: a generation who has not experienced Jim Crow.
Once he established this basic information about the past, he moved on to the present. He talked about how Obama's election effected how "blackness" was practiced, how his behavior in office is ironically slightly detrimental to race relations, and how this cannot be the end. He went back to Baldwin's description of how white people would try to make black people "blank" because that was the next-best thing to white. This idea is applied to Obama because if he attempts to address racial issues, such as the crime rates and ghettos, he becomes a "black" president and can no longer represent ALL of America. I actually hadn't thought of that before and had admittedly fallen into that very trap of thinking. He talked about an essay called "What America would be without Blacks" which stated that the titular ideal is the American Fantasy, because America would never have had to face its "Democratic Principals vs. Undemocratic Practices" demon. This is why white people try to "blank" out black people.
Finally, he moved on to the future. He put it on our shoulders. He told us that the point of remembering the past is not to cause guilt, but neither can we run past the wounds of the past era simply by electing a black president. There is still work to be done when it comes to making black people no longer second rate citizens. Poverty is a problem. There is a vicious cycle of culture that perpetuates the second class attitude. It is not equal yet. But, and this made him completely respectable in my eyes, he also said that we cannot linger on those wounds of the past, because to do so is to encourage guilt, defensiveness, and divisiveness; the very opposite of the "perfect union" our principles espouse.
It was the best lecture I have ever attended. The questions afterward were useful in clearing up a lot of things he said. One I thought was utterly ridiculous was a question regarding the American flag lapel pin that Obama now wears. It was treated as a serious topic of discussion, and I sat there thinking, "ok, you people, including the critics who brought it up in the first place, have WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY too much time on your hands if you think that simple wardrobe choices should be analyzed."
In any case, I thought you should know about this wonderful lecture and be treated to a terrible summery of it. Honestly, not much has changed about me. I don't think I need to behave any differently. Rather, what is different is that I now a) respect Obama as a person a lot more b) think about the past in a different way and c) avoid pitfalls of thought like the one about Obama being a "black" president.
I hope this wasn't a snooze fest for you. I know I don't have anywhere near the kind of delivery that guy had, but I hope I got across the general idea of what he meant.
A Less Offensive Post, but Not as Interesting...
Hello readers. I am up very early in the morning so that I can talk to Charlsie. If you understand anything about me, you will understand exactly how much I love her. I do NOT get up early for just anyone. In fact, you could pretty much say I don't get up early, but whatever.
So my Wednesday was just as unproductive as ever, but I did call and talk to my parents for a while. Guess what the first thing my mother said to me was. "Are you calling for money?" Now while I understand the average college student's behavior towards the parental/financial relationship, I personally endeavor to be as independent as possible. That being said, yes I do need money, but no that was not why I called. So ha to you Mom!
On a related note, I don't know how Charlsie would get along without me. That woman would lose her head if it wasn't attached. I spent an hour gathering information for her so she could fill out scholarships. The same goes for me though. I could never function without Charlsie encouraging me to get out of bed and do stuff. I honestly don't know why she puts up with me.
In any case, I spent Thursday in bed until I got up for lunch. WOOT! I went to work out later and hurt my shoulder lifting. *sigh* I hope Charlsie appreciates this whole exercise thing...
Now the lecture was quite interesting, and I am going to post soon about it and what I thought about it. I took notes! I hope I get extra credit for that... Its title, just to keep you in suspense for the new post, is "`Where do we go from here?` Race in the age of Obama"
So, to anyone who is still reading this, I'm sorry you are so bored. I hope the next post will be more interesting and have less toilet humor.
So my Wednesday was just as unproductive as ever, but I did call and talk to my parents for a while. Guess what the first thing my mother said to me was. "Are you calling for money?" Now while I understand the average college student's behavior towards the parental/financial relationship, I personally endeavor to be as independent as possible. That being said, yes I do need money, but no that was not why I called. So ha to you Mom!
On a related note, I don't know how Charlsie would get along without me. That woman would lose her head if it wasn't attached. I spent an hour gathering information for her so she could fill out scholarships. The same goes for me though. I could never function without Charlsie encouraging me to get out of bed and do stuff. I honestly don't know why she puts up with me.
In any case, I spent Thursday in bed until I got up for lunch. WOOT! I went to work out later and hurt my shoulder lifting. *sigh* I hope Charlsie appreciates this whole exercise thing...
After that, I back to my dorm, ate lunch with Brandon, and got in the shower before a lecture I had to go to. Now, I don't want you to think I take showers every other day, but my floor mates seem to give me occasion to mention them every other day. No there were not more penis sightings. This time, as I was rinsing my hair, I got to listen to a conversation about how hot Angelina Jolie, Jenifer Aniston, and some girl from the new Starsky and Hutch movie looked naked whilst these individuals having this conversation were engaged in toilet related tasks (i.e. #2). Perhaps its just me, but when I'm on the toilet, I completely refrain from conversation. I just want to get in and get out. Or get out and get out. Whatever you prefer (look at me, reduced to toilet humor... omg! PUN!). So I proceeded to get my towel, dry off and run.
Now the lecture was quite interesting, and I am going to post soon about it and what I thought about it. I took notes! I hope I get extra credit for that... Its title, just to keep you in suspense for the new post, is "`Where do we go from here?` Race in the age of Obama"
So, to anyone who is still reading this, I'm sorry you are so bored. I hope the next post will be more interesting and have less toilet humor.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Guess this has become an every other day thing/ Warning this post will contain numerous uses of the word penis
Alright Monday! Just kidding. I am so with Garfield. I hate Mondays with a fiery passion bordering that of my hatred for the sun. But I digress. Not much actually happened. I should have warned you that my days are really boring.
I think I should note that Mondays are not always bad. Sometimes they're tolerable. Like when there is no school. This Monday was tolerable, even though there was school. I guess its because I didn't really do much. I honestly don't even remember what I did. It was that unremarkable.
On a better note though I'm achievement farming on Fallout 3 now. I'm playing through as an evil and a neutral character now. I've noticed that in an RPG format, at least those where you have a choice of alignment, there are 3 types of gamers. There are the really nice people who simply use the game to continue doing good things for virtual people. There are the neutral/nice people who use the game's world as a place to wreak havoc and embrace their less than nice urges. Finally, there are the people that are hell on wheels and just like causing mindless destruction. Its an odd phenomenon. What do you think about it and what kind are you?
Then there was today. Today was a ok day... Unfortunately I saw more penis today than I ever wanted/needed to. Let me start at the beginning.
I slept in till 10:30. YAY! lol But I got up and went to eat at the cafeteria at 11. No that is not where I saw penis. Then I went to my room.
Now I live in a dorm with lots of baseball players. My opinion of male athletes, sorry to anybody who's reading, is that they are men with homoerotic tendencies who mask those tendencies in homophobia whilst still engaging in activity that requires them to spend lots of time bonding and being in close contact to men. And also showering with men (shudders). Let me qualify this by saying this is a general ~opinion~ based on observation as well as participation, and is in no way true for all athletes. I'll tell you how I feel about female athletes some other time.
Now I told you all that to tell you that I did not see penis in my room either. Ha! In any case, I went to work out later. Sorry, no penis there either. In fact the only other person there was a chick that was leaving as I came in. This was good because I always feel awkward when other people are in the room while I work out. Maybe its just me...
In any case, I ran back to my dorm and laid down in my bed to nap until my roommate got back from class. No, it was not my roommate's penis.
I have film class at 5:30 pm on Tuesdays. The cafeteria opens at 5:00. So I have to boogie to get it all done. So I did something I usually don't do. I took a shower while the baseball players were. *cue "omg!" music* Yes this is the part of the story where the penis comes in. Now just to inform, the bathroom has four shower stalls with perfectly functional curtains in front of each one. This fact has apparently been lost on the two men who were showering when I got in there.
Now that we are at this junction. I have to say that sometimes the showers get left on for no decipherable reason sometimes, so when I saw the curtains open I didn't expect to see penis. So I don't want to hear the "why were you looking?" In addition, I am a keen observer so I notice pretty much everything. Even when I would rather not. EVEN WHEN MY EYES ARE ASSAULTED WITH IMAGES TOO HORRIBLE TO IMAGINE!! So. There you have it.
So, I showered (with the curtain closed!) quickly, then ate quickly, then ran to class.
So. To summarize my day, it was mostly normal, with extra penis. Very odd...
In any case, I'm sure you are tired of me using the word penis, so I promise that after this paragraph I will no longer use it. I apologize for the overly generous use of the word penis, and think that anyone truly offended by my use of the word penis should become more comfortable with sexuality, and be glad that I used the anatomically correct term of penis rather than the numerous other words which could be employed to describe said body part. I also think they should go to the corner store and purchase a sense of humor. It does a body good.
I think I should note that Mondays are not always bad. Sometimes they're tolerable. Like when there is no school. This Monday was tolerable, even though there was school. I guess its because I didn't really do much. I honestly don't even remember what I did. It was that unremarkable.
On a better note though I'm achievement farming on Fallout 3 now. I'm playing through as an evil and a neutral character now. I've noticed that in an RPG format, at least those where you have a choice of alignment, there are 3 types of gamers. There are the really nice people who simply use the game to continue doing good things for virtual people. There are the neutral/nice people who use the game's world as a place to wreak havoc and embrace their less than nice urges. Finally, there are the people that are hell on wheels and just like causing mindless destruction. Its an odd phenomenon. What do you think about it and what kind are you?
Then there was today. Today was a ok day... Unfortunately I saw more penis today than I ever wanted/needed to. Let me start at the beginning.
I slept in till 10:30. YAY! lol But I got up and went to eat at the cafeteria at 11. No that is not where I saw penis. Then I went to my room.
Now I live in a dorm with lots of baseball players. My opinion of male athletes, sorry to anybody who's reading, is that they are men with homoerotic tendencies who mask those tendencies in homophobia whilst still engaging in activity that requires them to spend lots of time bonding and being in close contact to men. And also showering with men (shudders). Let me qualify this by saying this is a general ~opinion~ based on observation as well as participation, and is in no way true for all athletes. I'll tell you how I feel about female athletes some other time.
Now I told you all that to tell you that I did not see penis in my room either. Ha! In any case, I went to work out later. Sorry, no penis there either. In fact the only other person there was a chick that was leaving as I came in. This was good because I always feel awkward when other people are in the room while I work out. Maybe its just me...
In any case, I ran back to my dorm and laid down in my bed to nap until my roommate got back from class. No, it was not my roommate's penis.
I have film class at 5:30 pm on Tuesdays. The cafeteria opens at 5:00. So I have to boogie to get it all done. So I did something I usually don't do. I took a shower while the baseball players were. *cue "omg!" music* Yes this is the part of the story where the penis comes in. Now just to inform, the bathroom has four shower stalls with perfectly functional curtains in front of each one. This fact has apparently been lost on the two men who were showering when I got in there.
Now that we are at this junction. I have to say that sometimes the showers get left on for no decipherable reason sometimes, so when I saw the curtains open I didn't expect to see penis. So I don't want to hear the "why were you looking?" In addition, I am a keen observer so I notice pretty much everything. Even when I would rather not. EVEN WHEN MY EYES ARE ASSAULTED WITH IMAGES TOO HORRIBLE TO IMAGINE!! So. There you have it.
So, I showered (with the curtain closed!) quickly, then ate quickly, then ran to class.
So. To summarize my day, it was mostly normal, with extra penis. Very odd...
In any case, I'm sure you are tired of me using the word penis, so I promise that after this paragraph I will no longer use it. I apologize for the overly generous use of the word penis, and think that anyone truly offended by my use of the word penis should become more comfortable with sexuality, and be glad that I used the anatomically correct term of penis rather than the numerous other words which could be employed to describe said body part. I also think they should go to the corner store and purchase a sense of humor. It does a body good.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Weekend Update
Hello readers. With any luck you'll have wondered where I was all weekend. The answer is "duh with my fiancee (Charlsie)." I spend most every weekend with her since she lives a town over. Anyway, I'll let you know what's up with me.
Thursday I didn't end up posting again. Suffice it to say that the day was really boring with a side of history class. As a side note, I've decided that history professors are the biggest nerds. I used to think it was D&D players, but most of them end up married eventually. Then I thought it was those hacker dudes who never leave their mom's basement, but they at least look for something new to do all the time. Nope, the verdict is in and it is History professors. Only a History professor can talk about the same thing year after year, in the same order, and still be super-pathetically excited about it. Its sad to see a grown man talk about Eisenhower in a giddy voice. Seriously man...?
So, done with that rant. Friday was easy. I went to see Charlsie and she got me re-addicted to Veronica Mars. If you don't remember, it was a show on UPN (I think) that was about a high school chick P.I. Kinda like Nancy Drew if you added in sex, drugs, and rock 'n roll. Awesome show. Well written, and only cliche when its funny to be so.
Saturday, I spent my time walking with Charlsie and then we hung out with some friends of mine from college. My little sister (in spirit anyway) Ashley was/is kind of broken up about a niece dying recently so we were all trying to cheer her up. It worked pretty well as far as I can tell. Ash let something slip she wasn't but I'll leave you all out of the drama. Suffice it to say I got caught not telling Charlsie something. (cue "omg you are so dead" music) As a result, I got the cold shoulder for about an hour but I made it up to her by making her dinner. Frozen pizza, alright!.........Yeah I'm guy I'm not much for cooking unless its grilling. Or its for a lot of people, but that's because grandma and mom taught me. Ha!
Today was a sad day. First of all I had to go back to college (BOOOOOO!). Secondly, I went to crazy insane asylum church with Charlsie because her mother's big on it. I don't know who's reading this, but whoever you are, you would NOT be able to disagree with my assessment of this church unless you were drinking the kool-aid right along with them. Speaking in tongues (the typing equivalent is as follows:
lkasjfoiasjhfiasjfl;iasjdfl;kjaseoigasnlkfgnasdughlaks;hflkasd;jfashd;fkljadsfkol;hasdlfkhasdl;kfhjsdalkfhjsadlkjfasdlkjfnasdlkfhlkasdhfklads;jfkl;asdjflk;adjsf;lkjasdfl;jasdkl;fjlkasdjf;lasdjfasjdlf;kjaslkdncvasl;kdnfaslkdnflaskdjnflkasdnjfl;knadsvlkjadsklvnasoi;dnvg;lasdngfoiashfgo;iaehoighas;lgasoiughasl;
yeah. my point exactly) crazy non-biblical sermons, time travel, "miracles" (otherwise known as good things that happened this week), you name the religious crazy its there. On the plus side, I get a lot of crosswords and word searches done during that time. Even some Sudoku (which I loathe and fail at)
In any case, the remainder of my Sunday was puzzles, Veronica Mars, a long walk with my lovely Charlsie, and steak smothered in gravy made especially for me. You are so jealous. Ha ha!
So that was my weekend. So just as a way to foster some interaction here, what's your favorite color for a car? Mines a dark green. Like this color.
Thursday I didn't end up posting again. Suffice it to say that the day was really boring with a side of history class. As a side note, I've decided that history professors are the biggest nerds. I used to think it was D&D players, but most of them end up married eventually. Then I thought it was those hacker dudes who never leave their mom's basement, but they at least look for something new to do all the time. Nope, the verdict is in and it is History professors. Only a History professor can talk about the same thing year after year, in the same order, and still be super-pathetically excited about it. Its sad to see a grown man talk about Eisenhower in a giddy voice. Seriously man...?
So, done with that rant. Friday was easy. I went to see Charlsie and she got me re-addicted to Veronica Mars. If you don't remember, it was a show on UPN (I think) that was about a high school chick P.I. Kinda like Nancy Drew if you added in sex, drugs, and rock 'n roll. Awesome show. Well written, and only cliche when its funny to be so.
Saturday, I spent my time walking with Charlsie and then we hung out with some friends of mine from college. My little sister (in spirit anyway) Ashley was/is kind of broken up about a niece dying recently so we were all trying to cheer her up. It worked pretty well as far as I can tell. Ash let something slip she wasn't but I'll leave you all out of the drama. Suffice it to say I got caught not telling Charlsie something. (cue "omg you are so dead" music) As a result, I got the cold shoulder for about an hour but I made it up to her by making her dinner. Frozen pizza, alright!.........Yeah I'm guy I'm not much for cooking unless its grilling. Or its for a lot of people, but that's because grandma and mom taught me. Ha!
Today was a sad day. First of all I had to go back to college (BOOOOOO!). Secondly, I went to crazy insane asylum church with Charlsie because her mother's big on it. I don't know who's reading this, but whoever you are, you would NOT be able to disagree with my assessment of this church unless you were drinking the kool-aid right along with them. Speaking in tongues (the typing equivalent is as follows:
lkasjfoiasjhfiasjfl;iasjdfl;kjaseoigasnlkfgnasdughlaks;hflkasd;jfashd;fkljadsfkol;hasdlfkhasdl;kfhjsdalkfhjsadlkjfasdlkjfnasdlkfhlkasdhfklads;jfkl;asdjflk;adjsf;lkjasdfl;jasdkl;fjlkasdjf;lasdjfasjdlf;kjaslkdncvasl;kdnfaslkdnflaskdjnflkasdnjfl;knadsvlkjadsklvnasoi;dnvg;lasdngfoiashfgo;iaehoighas;lgasoiughasl;
yeah. my point exactly) crazy non-biblical sermons, time travel, "miracles" (otherwise known as good things that happened this week), you name the religious crazy its there. On the plus side, I get a lot of crosswords and word searches done during that time. Even some Sudoku (which I loathe and fail at)
In any case, the remainder of my Sunday was puzzles, Veronica Mars, a long walk with my lovely Charlsie, and steak smothered in gravy made especially for me. You are so jealous. Ha ha!
So that was my weekend. So just as a way to foster some interaction here, what's your favorite color for a car? Mines a dark green. Like this color.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Too... Early...
Ok it is 5:30 am as I start writing this post. No I am not a morning person. I despise the sun and all things associated with it. Just ask my fiancee. I call her my raincloud. Seriously, my version of beautiful weather sends most people heading for shelter. Anyway, I stayed up all night doing my mountain of laundry. Without somebody (*cough* Mom *cough*) constantly nagging me to go through my clothes and get rid of the ones I don't wear anymore, my clothes have built up to the point where I can go almost 2 months with only minimal rewearage (not a word I know). This is great, except for nights like tonight where I force myself to do it all at once.
Anyway, yesterday was fairly uneventful. I didn't go to Wednesday church again for the umpteenth time. Instead I napped. *gasp* I know, I'm going to hell right? Also, I ate dinner at 8:15 with my roomie, Brandon, and some other friends. I'm trying to get people to commit to getting an apartment with me, but it doesn't look like B will be sticking around next year, and no one else knows what they're doing yet. Either way, I'm going to go talk to the housing people today to figure out cost and stuff.
After dinner, I came back, talked to my fiancee on the phone until she fell asleep and started laundry. It was pretty boring so I was playing Parasite Eve and Pokemon (don't judge me! lol) until I got caught by one of the girls who works the front desk. Emily is an odd character, but I like her as much as I like anyone and she's good for a convo so I talked with her until she got off of work at about 3ish. We ended up having a bit of a party in the lobby with the people who were playing dominoes and the people who just sort of wandered in. That's pretty much the most social interaction I've had in about six months if you're not counting extended family.
In any case, it is now 6 am and I have laundry to go retrieve. If you don't do it quick around here, stuff ends up missing because people throw it around. Have a good day people. I don't have to get up till noonish suckers!
Anyway, yesterday was fairly uneventful. I didn't go to Wednesday church again for the umpteenth time. Instead I napped. *gasp* I know, I'm going to hell right? Also, I ate dinner at 8:15 with my roomie, Brandon, and some other friends. I'm trying to get people to commit to getting an apartment with me, but it doesn't look like B will be sticking around next year, and no one else knows what they're doing yet. Either way, I'm going to go talk to the housing people today to figure out cost and stuff.
After dinner, I came back, talked to my fiancee on the phone until she fell asleep and started laundry. It was pretty boring so I was playing Parasite Eve and Pokemon (don't judge me! lol) until I got caught by one of the girls who works the front desk. Emily is an odd character, but I like her as much as I like anyone and she's good for a convo so I talked with her until she got off of work at about 3ish. We ended up having a bit of a party in the lobby with the people who were playing dominoes and the people who just sort of wandered in. That's pretty much the most social interaction I've had in about six months if you're not counting extended family.
In any case, it is now 6 am and I have laundry to go retrieve. If you don't do it quick around here, stuff ends up missing because people throw it around. Have a good day people. I don't have to get up till noonish suckers!
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
First Post!
Okie dokie then... I guess I'm being kind of stupid. I totally stole this idea from my brother's girlfriend. I'm not sure what I'm going to say on here, but I thought it sounded like fun. I figure that I'll blog about things that bug me and about some things in my life.
Just some background anyone who reads this and doesn't know me. I am 2o years old currently and a college student. My father is a Youth Minister and my mother is a scholar. Currently she's working as some sort of a councilor for troubled young people, but she is basically a nerd. Dad used to be a jock/band geek hybrid and still has a bit of a hot head at times.
While I mostly take after my mother (in the "I'm a geek and I like to know things" way) I am also definitely my father's child (in the "I'm a hot-head and middle of the road guy" way). I have no idea what I want to do with my life which is probably why I'm not doing all that well in college. I'm engaged to a wonderful woman who just met my family and didn't run away (score!), and I don't have that many friends.
Ok, that's probably enough background for your taste. I'm sure other stuff will come out as we go on.
So on to my day then. Tuesdays are my easy day since I only have Film class at five thirty. Despite this, I spent my entire day writing a paper for that class. I'm also an avid procrastinator. So my day wasn't too eventful.
I talked to my fiancee tonight and she's good. I also got into a bit of a spat with an old friend. I don't want to put too many details out there, but basically I thought she was being dishonest and called her on it and she didn't appreciate it. I probably shouldn't have said anything but whatever, we'll get over it. We always do. On the plus side, this blog has been kind of therapeutic and I just apologized.
Well that's it for my first post I probably won't get many people to read it, but hey I'm just doing this for fun at this point.
Just some background anyone who reads this and doesn't know me. I am 2o years old currently and a college student. My father is a Youth Minister and my mother is a scholar. Currently she's working as some sort of a councilor for troubled young people, but she is basically a nerd. Dad used to be a jock/band geek hybrid and still has a bit of a hot head at times.
While I mostly take after my mother (in the "I'm a geek and I like to know things" way) I am also definitely my father's child (in the "I'm a hot-head and middle of the road guy" way). I have no idea what I want to do with my life which is probably why I'm not doing all that well in college. I'm engaged to a wonderful woman who just met my family and didn't run away (score!), and I don't have that many friends.
Ok, that's probably enough background for your taste. I'm sure other stuff will come out as we go on.
So on to my day then. Tuesdays are my easy day since I only have Film class at five thirty. Despite this, I spent my entire day writing a paper for that class. I'm also an avid procrastinator. So my day wasn't too eventful.
I talked to my fiancee tonight and she's good. I also got into a bit of a spat with an old friend. I don't want to put too many details out there, but basically I thought she was being dishonest and called her on it and she didn't appreciate it. I probably shouldn't have said anything but whatever, we'll get over it. We always do. On the plus side, this blog has been kind of therapeutic and I just apologized.
Well that's it for my first post I probably won't get many people to read it, but hey I'm just doing this for fun at this point.
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