The Scary Future of the United States...

It's obvious. Many people just don't care about politics, and the country they live in. This is especially true in the current political environment in the United States. The largest group that NEEDS to get with the picture is people my own age, the current youngest voting bloc. Most people I know from school did not vote in last year's presidential election. In fact, some of these people, who have been able to vote for years BOAST about how they've NEVER voted before! That's really disgraceful, especially since these people are the ones who are most frequently found bitching about whatever they hear "reporters" tell them about what's going on with things like health care, town hall meetings, the stimulus package... Anything they can think of. And then, they become the "dittoheads" we as a country should NOT listen to! They have nothing to add to conversation, and the only information they have is talking points that have been hand-fed to them.

It's scary. VERY scary. I mean, even I've tried to keep my mouth shut about this, but reaction to my proclamation to my friends the other day about the death of Ted Kennedy was met with blank stares, and questions of "who's that?" THAT IS WHAT IS WRONG WITH AMERICANS! They have NO freakin' clue as to what's going on politically, and they don't care! It's one thing to not know who Ray Bradbury is (and that is another issue I have with these same people), but to know NOTHING about the current political state of affairs and then just repeat what you hear with no evidence to back your statements up is just WRONG!!!

HOW can America as a country prosper and get back to her older strength if the masses are uninformed? It just doesn't work!

A Pretty Example of EXTREME HATRED!

Twitter is an excellent way to realize just how much of the world is ignorant to one of the best, most honest and pure ideals:

ALL PEOPLE ARE CREATED EQUAL!

It doesn't matter if you're gay, straight, transgendered, or anything else, everyone should have exactly equal rights, especially in the "good 'ole U S of A." Well, unfortunately, that isn't true... YET!

I have been closely following the disgraceful story of Carrie Prejean, the woman who apparently "represents" the state of California as Ms. California.

She's gotten more than her 15 minutes of fame already. In fact, I'd say it's time the tables turned on her hatred, and that of her loyal raving followers, who think she's the best thing since sliced bread.

I despise this woman, based upon her "Christian" morals alone. HOW is it okay for her to bash the rights of AMERICAN CITIZENS? They pay taxes, just like everyone (okay, mostly everyone) else, have jobs, help stimulate the economy... You get the gist of what I'm saying. To me, and many others who agree with my opinions, her willingness to let an approximately 2,000 year old FAIRY TALE dictate her life, and make her decide that gay men and women can't marry the people they love... It's complete ludicrous!

Anyways, I was on Twitter, and I did a search to see what was being said about her. I found this post:



I was insulted to say the least. So I responded with two posts of my own:




And THIS was the response I got to those messages (read these from the bottom post up):



HOW FREAKIN' REDICULOUS IS THAT? WHAT AN UNINFORMED POOP! Also, notice that he didn't touch the question I asked him...

Oh! And I was told by a friend that this ass continued his rant, then acted paranoid. Here's what he said...





Doesn't sound very stable, especially after that last post, does he?


UPDATE:

AT this point in time, I'd also like to point out the hypocrisy that Ms. Prejean is representing in having lied to the pageant in her contract in which she lied about having taken any nude or semi-nude photos at any time in the past... Would a "good Christian girl" even be showing her body off like that, especially if she was 17 when the pictures were taken like she claimed? Or better yet, would a "good Christian girl" get breast implants?


On top of that, I've been on many different websites, which both show or don't show the pictures, and I've been reading the comments on them. It's amazing how those of us who believe that she should lose the crown are called derogatory names for our beliefs... Regardless of the fact that they're not based upon the comment she made in the pageant, but instead on her breaking her contract, which is available on the Fox News website HERE... Take a look at that, and then tell me if you think she broke her contract or not...

Not the Best Day Ever...

The picture tells part of my story today... Ok, not really a story, but the telling of how crappy today was.

First, it rained today. No, not when I first got up at 6:30 this morning, but after I arrived at school... I just have no idea when exactly it started. What I do know is that by 9:15, when I left to head over to my classroom, it was pouring, and I was in a t-shirt, light pants, a light jacket without a hood, and FLIP FLOPS. Yes, those damned flip-flops. Hey, I'm a California girl all the way, and those shoes are part of the lifestyle and school dress code when you're in college out here. However, being a California girl also means that I usually take any warnings of rain with a grain of salt, especially since it does rarely rain out here...

Well, that was my loss. Since I had no idea where my classroom was (the class is History of the Middle East), my darling friend Kayla was laughing at my meager attempts to protect myself from the rain. In fact, she went so far as to say, and I quote, "It could be worse..." Now, I'm sure most of you know that saying that is NEVER good... In fact, it almost always leads to something worse happening. Yep, that would be the case today. As soon as Kayla said that, it started raining HARDER!

So, not too long after that, I'm sitting and shivering in a lecture room with the AC on, nose running like crazy with no tissues to help, praying for my teacher to just let us go so I can get home and change.

Eventually, we did finish, and by then, I thank my lucky stars that the rain had let up, so that I was able to get to my car and go home to change. After all, my next class after that one wasn't for a couple of hours.

Well, to make a long-ish story a little shorter, I managed to get through that and got back to school in better close-toed shoes and socks, with a warmer pair of pants, a raincoat, and a new sweatshirt with me... Then my next class went just fine. I got in and out without much rain damage to my person (my hair - totally another story. Moisture in the air and my hair just don't mix!), and got back to the car and home safely.

HOWEVER, when I got home... I got the mail. Waiting in the mail for me was an innocent envelope. Or so I thought. Happy almost freakin' birthday to me. That envelope, well... It was my first Jury Duty Summons. And of course it wasn't for the courts near me... Oh no. It's waaaayyyy out of town. Damn it all! This would be why I hate Zeus' guts, and I hope that Hades and Persephone blast the hell out of him!

After all this, I just hope I don't get more sick since I seem to be on the path to mending, minus the whole drinking tons of tea every day, coughing, and having a stuffy/runny nose...

Being Sick Sucks!

True story, and I'm writing this as the last of my brain cells give up on me...

Ok, last Saturday, I'd been feeling pretty under the weather... You know, the full body ache, the head that's too big for your body, sinuses that are completely CONSUMED by the pressure building on them... Yeah, all that and more. So, I do the smart thing. I go to the doctor. Well, that's great, right? WRONG! The doctor I go to does a quick check, then says that what I have could either be viral or bacterial, and if I don't feel better in a couple of days, here's a prescription to fill... Well, the prescription... Uh, how do I put this nicely? I'm IMMUNE to the damned medicine! So...

I still feel sick on Thursday, so I go back to the doctor again... And by now, I just wanna DIE I feel so horrible. I'd woken up that morning at 2 FREAKIN' AM, with a throat so sore that I couldn't swallow... The doctor I see is one who I usually have a better time with... And he again tells me that there's not much he can do, but he offers to give me a shot of some medical steroid to help me get on my feet, along with some horse-pill prescription to go with it... And me, sick as I am, accept the offer, even though I HATE shots... Well, a nurse is brought in for the shot, and guess what? It's a booster shot... So now I have to do the "lower the pants and show nothing off" game so that I can feel better...

Somehow, I succeed and win the game, hell, I didn't even notice getting the shot, and in a few minutes, I'm already feeling TONS better! Great, right? WRONG! I wake up again Friday, and my throat is still sore, but not nearly as bad. However, I've basically lost my entire voice, which I had had at the doctor's the day before...

Now, I was supposed to have plans Friday night. However, they fell through since I didn't feel like going out, especially since it was RAINING IN SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA and my throat hurt like the dickens... So I somehow managed to choke down the horse-pill I need to take to go with that shot I got... And I somehow let myself think that if I go to bed early, I'll be soooo much better in the morning...

NOT SO FAST! Oh no... I wake up at 7:30 this morning, throat still sore, less voice than before, and other than an achy head and stuffed sinuses and sore throat/lost voice, I'm great! So now, though, I realize that the cough that I've had (you all know that infamous "seal bark" that people have when they're really sick, right?) seems to have moved INTO my chest, since I'm now wheezing as I cough. I've also realized that the only thing that makes my throat feel better is either VERY cold string cheese or very hot tea...

How much fun is that? *sarcastic* It's absolutely NOT! Plus, when I cough, I can totally taste the sick when I cough - GROSS! Anyone know how to get over this heinous thing? I have school starting on Monday, and it's a whole new semester! I have to be there! ARGH!

The Quintessential Teen Angsty Rant (While I'm Still An "Official" Teenager)

Just shoot me already. Seriously...

Bad day doesn't BEGIN to cover it....


First, yesterday, my beloved laptop Simi gave out on me. Now, for those of you who think that means that my computer is dead, think again. What I mean is that the ac charger connector in the laptop is kaput. Dead. And with a clunky old battery like mine that has very little power and doesn't store charges well, that means that my laptop is unavailable to me, unless I shell out a LOT of money to get it fixed or save up enough to go buy another computer.

Here's where the big problem begins, though. I injured my hand in a stupid incident last January, as in 2008, and it screwed up the muscles in my right hand, so that it hurts to write consistently. Well, I'm in college, and many of the teachers at my school think it's just GREAT to have quizzes and tests that are completely handwritten. I can't get exemption from those - and I've tried to get such teachers to let my type my quizzes and tests to no avail. So, that leaves me with issues with note taking as well. I type all the notes I take in classes. Without a computer to take notes on, I'm pretty much up shit creek without a paddle.

On to the rest of the story - I spoke with dad via webcam, and we argued over how to either fix my computer or get a new one. He wants me to find a job in this economy - NOT gonna happen, unless you can work full time and have a college degree - I have neither... STUDENT = current job! Seriously, I really need to have a laptop available to me, and he won't let me use my college money to pay for it, even though it'd be for school.

Soooooo, if anyone has any suggestions to help me find a way to fund a new computer purchase, I'd be delighted to hear it.... If you have a part time job offer with flexible hours, that'd be great too, so long as it's in Santa Clarita...

Consider This the 'Broken Heart Journal Entry'...

Somehow, I didn’t think I could hurt this much ever again. I guess I really fell for Warren in only 2 days. I’ve been checking my email every few hours, hoping beyond all hope that he’ll respond to my email. I guess I’m just stupid. Now my chest is burning with tears that I don’t want to shed over the fact that there is no response, and I’m still all alone.

I know that I’ve been told countless times that I’m rather attractive, but I’ve never felt that way. I’m a short, stubby girl who has only got big boobs going for her. I am constantly reminded that I’m heavier than I should be, to the point that I can’t even accept my body at all. I’m just an entity living in it.

And to make it worse, I can only dream of having someone special to me. There is no one, except the ones who are in my dreams, regardless of how much I want more.

My friends all have boyfriends, yet I do not, and I wish that I did more than anything else. I’m desperate beyond all reasons that I can rationalize.

Warren not responding really hurts, and I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s because he listened to me while I talked, and I felt this warm connection to him. Maybe the reason is entirely different. For the first time in my life, I really FELT when I first saw him. He was cute, and totally not the typical kind of guy I like. He’s blond, for one. I tend to go for brunettes. Then he’s also really smart, and foreign. He spoke of things I can only dream of doing, like going overseas to a place where he’s got no family nearby. How I wish I could do that.

But there was just, this spark. My chest felt constricted when I looked at him, and not in a bad way. I was hot and cold, and my heart simultaneously sped up and slowed down when he first smiled at me.

I really considered missing the premiere of Wolverine and the X-Men just to continue to talk to him. I’m kinda glad that I didn’t, though.

When I spoke to him, I told him about my writing, and we discussed alternate universes where the opposite happens to whatever happens here. For example, I told him that if I had a chance to either go on a date or go out with my friends, but I chose the date and got into a bad car accident on the way home in this universe, then in the alternate universe I would have gone with my friends and been fine.

I started thinking about how that would affect what happened with me when I met him. If I had chosen to stay and chat instead of going to the premiere, what would have happened? If I had chosen not to go at all, then I never would have met him. Hell, I never would have had the chance to search him out as I left to say goodnight. I wonder if that was the wrong thing to do.

Maybe I scared him away the next day, by going with Jenna and letting him know that I took the time to search for him, just so I could ask for his email and tell him that I enjoyed talking to him the night before. At least I got a picture and his email, which brings me back to where I started. I’m now wondering how often he checks his email, and if I’ll ever get a response, especially since it looks like I’m not getting one today.

My heart is clenching in a bad way at the thought. I need to talk to him again. I should have asked for his phone number, or given him my email or something. But then again, if I had, maybe he would have thought less of me…

I don’t know how he feels about me, and I think that hurts the most.