Not A Good Sign...

You know how people say "It's OK to talk to yourself, but when you have to ask yourself 'what', that's a bad sign"?

I was talking to Mallory yesterday, and I heard me say something, but I wasn't really listening. So I had to ask Mallory what I said.

DERRR!!!

Who Let The Dogs Out (of jail)?

You won't believe it, but the "law enforcement officials" have struck again. Felicia's dog was "arrested" for running around in Mowbridge. Her parent's had to go "bail" him out with $50. Isn't that crazy!!

May The Force Be With You

So today, me and Felicia went out and bought lightsabers. They are super cool, dude! They feature real sounds from the movie. We were running around by the Student Center fighting. That's not to say we were any good, just that we were waving them around in the air in the general direction of the other person. We kept hitting each other's fingers. At one point, she screamed "Owww! You hit my finger you stupid Jedi!" Something I just can't see Darth Vader saying....
...Another interesting element was that we were kissing each other's boo-boos. Can you really see that happening in the movie??

Ok...last night I was talking to my friend about how on my Tripod website I have a list of my various disorders. She's like "If you have a list, that's not a good sign." So today, I was telling Felicia about that, and I started to tell her about the "disorders". Here I go:

Me: I have paranoia, short-term memory loss, an attention deficit...I didn't put ADD 'cuz it's only sometimes. Did I say paranoia already?
Felicia: Ya
Me: OK, so that, short-term memory loss (I start laughing at how ironic it is that I forgot that I said paranoia already right before I said I had a bad memory. I laugh for several seconds before I realize that I had also already said "short-term memory loss" a few seonds before. )

Hypocrite Christians

I really hate these people. The ones who go to church, dress like grannies, and think music is a sin. Even if they aren't convinced that people who wear skirts above the knee or use rough language are the spawns of Satan, a few people I know really need to settle down.
I've told you about Shawnna. She is a perfect example of a Hypocrite Christian. She thinks she is such a good little girl; she doesn't swear, doesn't show her midriff, she opposes alcohol and pre-marital sex, and she goes to church on Sundays. Her and her mother get along great. They share the same views and beliefs on everything. She only listens to music that would never have a parental advisory sticker. She is involved in ice-skating, works at Wal-Mart, and loves fluffy animals and Tigger (haha bitch I said Tigger!!! Are you gonna cry now??). Sounds like a wonderful young lady.
WRONG!! She, like many other "wonderful young ladies", is a hypocrite Christian. She gossips, usually about her cousin (who I have to agree sounds like a bitch). She doesn't gossip so much in the sense of "Did you hear about so-and-so. Now don't tell anyone I told you!" It's more like she judges people on things she hears and/or assumes (another huge character flaw) and then tries to pursued others to think that way. Likewise, if she is told some irrelevant piece of info from a greatly bias source, she takes it as the word of God himself and twists it around in her mind, over-analyizing every detail until it sounds just horrible. She then passes her belief on to anyone and everyone and if they don't agree with her, then she cannot be around them, for they are bad people.
Don't get me wrong, I encourage free thinking and expressing individual opinions. What I strongly oppose is those who scorn at those who are a little different from them and do all in their power to create a band of people who oppose them because they "aren't good clean Christians". How Christian is it to make hasty judgments about people you have never talked to and say untrue things about them in an attempt to ruin their reputation? (Please see "Why Shawnna is A bitch" for more information on this example.)

With the presidential debates heating up, our government class has been talking a lot about gay marriage. You don't even want to bring things like that up in there. This hardcore Christian lady gets very wound up about everything. Absolutely everything is a reason for her top press her religious beliefs on us. I'm very glad that she is so sure in her faith. A lot of people seem ashamed to talk about Jesus when not in church, so I have to give her props for that. However, she starts hollering about stuff that doesn't even pertain to what the Professor is teaching. We are there to learn about government, not her interpretation of the Bible.
How can anyone who is such a "Good Christian" sit there and say that gay people are going to hell and they need to repent for their sins and blah blah blah? I personally know that I don't wish to have a sexual relationship with, nor marry, another female. If someone else wants to, far be it from me to tell them they can't. I have never been gay, therefore I do not know if it is a choice or not. Perhaps some "homosexuals" are confusing the love they feel for a friend of the same gender for the kind they might one day feel for someone of the opposite. It's impossible to know what love is until you feel it for real. Of course, maybe they really are attracted to the same gender, and rightly so. I don't know. I have never felt that way. But I worry about me. I don't waste my energy worrying about if someone else is going to hell. God will decide that. It's not my problem. I pride myself on having an open mind and being very accepting of different views and ways of life. Sure, there are things in society that I don't agree with, and as a result, I don't practice them. I don't scream down people's throat if they do.
One argument that annoys the shit out of me is "If God wanted homosexuality, it would have been Adam and Steve." Excuse me, but where would that have gotten us? They can't have kids! He did what was best for the sake of populating the Earth. And anyway, he only made two people. That doesn't mean that was the only choices. That's like saying that the first Cow he made was white, and so all the rest of the cows should be white also. The brown ones, or the ones with spots...They aren't real cows. I understand that is a appearance thing, and homosexuality isn't/ the point I'm trying to make is that there is a large variety of things on this planet, and they are not all exactly as they were at the time of creation. Different kinds have came about from one central kind.
***Let me make one final note. I admit, I have not read the entire Bible, I do not know what it says on homosexuality, and I'm sure there are many interpretations of whatever it says. DO NOT let yourself be so stuck on a small part of what I say. The idea of this post is that people who think they are so 'pure' yet they are close-minded hypocrites who refuse to respect their fellow man (or woman) are not so "good" in my opinion. Ruining a strangers reputation, to me, seems a lot worse than what one may do in their personal time.

I Got A Joke For Ya

Q. Why is South Dakota so windy??

A. Because Montana blows and Minnesota sucks!!!!

Won't The Real Slim Shady Please Stand Up?

As I set here, trying to work on (start thinking about) an essay that is due tomorow at 2:00, I am constantly distracted by a fellow student of mine. All I know about him is that he works in the cafeteria and hangs out with a chick who has really awesome hot pink hair. I also know that he looks like Eminem. It might just be my imagination twisting what I see into what I want to see (who wouldn't want to see Eminem on the way to class?). However, Felicia agrees with me. In fact, I think she was the one who pointed it out to me a couple days ago. I honestly think the only thing that makes him look like Em is that he has naturally dark hair, and has it cut short and bleached blonde. He has brown eyes, long eyelashes and full eyebrows. Pretty nice. But anyway, I have other things to blog, and so I will get on with them now.

What The Hell Is Going On In There?!

Today in English, we were watching Pleasantville. If you've never seen it, there is this part where the mother is in the bathtub. She has just discovered an orgasm. And she is doing it rather loudly. As we all either stiffle giggles or set with our jaws on the table, note that the volume is pretty loud and the door is wide open, some dude sticks his head into the room and starts looking around. I can imagine what was going on in his mind! "What the hell are they doing in there???"

Grrr

Fuckers fuckers fuckers. I hate it here. I want to go home. I want Daniel, and Michael, and Crystal, and all the little kids that run around in Lake Norden. I want to fight with Kyle, and drink with Wendy, and pretend to be interested in Kenny's video games. I want to clean my room, my real room, in my house. I want to dread cleaning bathrooms at the nursing home. I want to sweat through an annoying bus ride back to Hayti, walk home, flop on the couch, and watch Aurthor and Cyber Chase. I want my daddy, and my hamster, and to sit on the steps outside my back door, and just know I'm home. I'm sick of movies at 11:00 pm, being quiet when I get up in the morning, not having my own computer, and all these happy fuckin people.

Don't get me wrong, sometimes I love it here. But right now, I just wanna go home.

Freakin' B! There's an A in here!!

I swear, there are more bees in Aberdeen than there are Koreans. And there's more by the minute. Bees, not Koreans. And they keep showing up in my room. Again, I'm talking about the bees. This morning, I woke up to find one staring at me. Unfortunatly not a Korean. I hate bees. I have always been scared of them. I was starting to be OK coexisting with them on campus, but not in my freaking room!!!! I was running around in a towel yesterday trying to find someone to kill two of them for me, then later Mallory killed one, and today Rose and I shut Felicia in there with one and she got him stuck in the light fixture. Freakin' A. Bees suck.

Damn

That frickin' ring sucker is still blinking. In the trash...The candy is gone. Its still blinking. Blink. Blink. Blink.

I Got A Fishy! Fishy Fishy Fishy!

Room 304 of Kramer Hall is now the home of two male bettas who moved in just last night. The white, elusive one with strokes of bluish-purple goes by the name Rory, and is owned by my roommate, Felicia. My slimy friend (oh dear that sounds bad) is a dark blue color mixed with a little black, and goes by the name Akira. YAY PETS!!
You see, my hamster and Felicia's dog are not allowed, and so we have several fake pets, ranging from virtual images (neopets) to a marionette "dog" to plush dogs. While strolling around Wal-mart (our favorite place to shop), we came across a large display of Bettas and decided that since fish were the only pets allowed, we needed some. We suffered from pet withdrawals. We suffer no more.
I'm beginning to think that maybe we should have done some research on the care of these particular animals. I already learned that we were to gradually introduce them to there new water. Well I just kinda dumped them in. Actually, Rory jumped in. Just about missed the container! Akira didn't really want to go in, but seems OK now. Rory is really paranoid, while Akira's like "ya whatever man". Pretty cool fish.
After studying the proper way to care for a betta, we will (hopefully) enjoy them for the rest of the year at least. I'll let you know how it goes.

It's Sooooo Preeeetttyyyyy

I got this Ring Pop sucker from Wal-mart. It was 50 cents. it is heart shaped and it glows. Its awesome. It makes me happy...

Oh Dear...

You have not lived until you have experienced your speech teacher illustrating for you her spring break, during which she hooked up with some random guy that she never saw again. On the beach. Nude. Completely naked. Having sex. Your speech teacher. Telling you how wild she was when she was younger. And that she lived across the street from an airport. She had sex in some wild places. *will never look at her in the same way again*

Back Home For Homecoming

I went back to my hometown this last weekend for homecoming. It was just like old times. Sort of. Freezing my ass off while walking around the football field parking lot looking for people to talk to was all the same. Damn nachos got cold before I even took a bite. Wasted. Grr. The cool part was that all these people I saw every day in High School ran up to me and gave me hugs. I felt so special. Like a celebrity almost. Let me rewind a bit to before the game. I was so stoked that Tyler came over. He was at my house before I was. Lol. God I missed him. He's like my brother dude. Maggie could even tell, after like five minutes of seeing us together, that we were either married or siblings. It was great. So ya, at the game, I got to hang out with some kids that I missed a lot when I was away. The greatest thing was getting to hang out with Isaac. He is the cutest little kid I've ever seen. I know I shouldn't play favorites, but when I was doing teacher's aide in Pre-K, he was my favorite by a longshot. Always busy, talkative, and rambunctious. But very cute. Big brown eyes, a blonde mass of curls on his head. I love that kid. And he's so bright, too. You wouldn't think so, seeing as to how he doesn't seem to listen in class, but he is a very good logical thinker, and can read as good as most 1st graders.
Well enough praising my baby. The dance was fun. Since I was no longer in high school, I didn't give a shit what anyone thought of my dancing. I let it all hang out, and I had a great time. I then realized that everyone else was too. It was great. And they played better music than at the NSU homecoming dance! It was totally worth the two hour drive to come back for that night. I got to see good friends, reunite with ones I'd all but forgotten, and make a couple new acquaintances. Almost makes up for the disaster that happened Friday afternoon. (not going to post on it, as it is a personal matter for a friend of mine). So, ya, it was a good time.

Better Them Than Me!

Someone got pulled over by campus last night. One cop pulled them over, then an unmarked cop came, and there was a big cluster of cars sitting there for almost a half hour. Me and Rose were sitting there watching. I still don't know who it was though. You know what the best part of the whole thing was? IT WASN'T ME!!

Haha

A magician was driving down the road, then he turned into a driveway...


get it?? ok...it's not funny...hahahahaha