Party Lines

Tonight is the first part of a three-part discussion series called "Pastries and Politics." In a nutshell, it is a panel of representatives from both the Republican and Democratic organizations on campus to explain party beliefs.

I was told by a friend the other day that I am pretty much a Democrat. I'm having a bit of trouble seeing that. Apart from my opinions of Gay Rights, I go with traditional Republican beliefs. Like what? Well, I am against abortion. If you can't act responsibly when you choose to have sex, maybe you shouldn't be having sex at all (I know that isn't particularly "Catholic" of me, but c'mon, it's the 21st Century). I don't really care what your lame-ass excuse is. Just don't do it. Like those young women that think they're hot shit so they sleep with every guy they come across, then says well I know this won't ruin future because I'll just get an abortion. Well ma'am there is a special place in hell for you. I'm still torn about special cases, like rape and incest and things like that. But for now, my stance is that I am very much pro life.

What else is there? Oh yeah. Death Penalty? um. Yeah. Totally for it. And I'm not sorry. Don't tell me I'm a hypocrite because I value the life of an unborn child but don't value the life of a serial killer. I'm not even going to get started on that one.

Health Care? Sorry, but I grew up without health insurance, and it sucked. I still don't have it. But you know what? I didn't go ask all of the rich people to pay for my health care for me, nor will I ever. the end.

The War? Yep. For it.

I am tired of my not-so-strict conservative views being taken as liberal views. I'm tired of the myth that Republicans are all bitter old rich white men who judge everyone else, or that Fox News is all lies. The world has changed a lot since the dawn of Republicanism, of course the people of the party will change with it.

I'm also tired of the idea that young Republicans only feel and vote the way they do because our parents pushed this views on us. Well no. Not really. While parents have some of that affect on all of us in most ways, I chose to be a Republican because it is what I know is right. So get over it, won't ya?

I watch Fox in the mornings while I drink my coffee, and I love every minute of it. That won't change, and neither will I.

Peace, Love, and Fiscally Conservative Pudd'n Pops

Wedding Notebooks and Mangled Roses

I feel like the girls on the other side of the wall are nocturnal. They really don't get going until about 10:30pm and they will stay at it for a while. I am a creature of the day. I love sunshine. Can you see where we might clash?

I have been utterly unmotivated for the past two weeks or so. There isn't anything to watch on television, and the only reason I know that is because it has been on far too much lately.

I am so frazzled by nothing (I really have no idea what is making me freak out like this) that I began gently opening a rose to make it nice and puffy and ended up damn near mangling it.

Tomorrow I vow not to spend excessive amounts of time in my room. I will get up, go to class, camp out in the library for a while, eat some lunch, go to more classes, go back to camping out in the library, meet the boy for dinner, and go to the artist talk at the gallery. Then perhaps I'll start on these papers...

I'm starting to feel less like a 3.8 student and more like a 3.5 or a 3.2. I feel like I'm not accomplishing anything. Why is that? I haven't done any homework since Thursday. I worked ahead to free up my valentine's weekend. Is that why I feel so lazy? Because I've been watching tv and refreshing my facebook page all since I got back to school? I've read 15 pages of a 383 page book that I have to turn a paper in on next week. JOYJOYJOY.

I "proposed" to Michael on Friday. I gave him a rosary and asked him to convert. 'Cause lets just be frank here: I love him. A lot. And I want to marry him in the Catholic church. So why not let him be a part of it too?

He said yes :)

I feel like I'm getting ahead of myself a little. Already planning marriage? How old am I again? Well...Its not that I'm rebelling or anything, or looking to drop out of school or whatnot. I just am not that interested most of the things that people my age are doing. So many people are drinking illegally and partying and getting tattoos and crap. They like to go to the club, I like to go to the movies. They like to drink mixed drinks and almost die, I like to splurge on a Dr. Pepper or a Coke...mmm.

I guess maybe I'm too told for myself! That's okay though. Michael is too old for himself either. We can be old together before we even get old together. Hah.

I have these moments of uncontained crazy. Like Michael will allude to something having to do with marriage. Hold on to my ring finger or something crazy like that. Then I go off and ask him things like, "Is it too soon to have a wedding notebook???" shhh please. Don't answer that. It will draw attention to the crazy.

It snowed Friday. I loved it! Epic snow as far as this state goes. I didn't really get to play in it, so I just watched it like an awkward 7th grader watches a hot high school football player. I did have to watch the slow and steady melting. Ouch. All that white fluffy goodness just disappearing...I got a good snow angel photo though. And a couple of the trees around the house and the back porch. No snow men though. Boo :/

My Arabic studies are going....slowly...and steadily?

Hey. I have things to do. Learning a language I'm not taking a class for is a bit difficult and time consuming. Leave me alone. I have finally finished the alphabet. from ا to ي.

Valentine's Day was fan-freaking-tastic. It put me up a few more points on the crazy I-need-to-marry-Michael scale. Ruth's Chris Steakhouse. Yah. Expensive. YAH.

I would write on this thing more often if I actually had enough interesting things to write about.

Peace, Love, and Pudd'n Pops

This is the first

full week of school this semester. I actually start building my personal exercise program today in my weightlifting class. I love classes like that. Weight loss = Higher GPA? Let's try that!

My new phone comes sometime this week whoooo I'm so excited! Boost Mobile is prettymuch...the suck. Any bad thing I may have to say about it I'm sure a thousand people have said it before.

Hello Verizon!

Later days!

So its a new year…

And I guess that means its time for some resolutions?
Alrighty here we go:

• Go to the gym and work off the freshman…thirty
• Stop being a weird girlfriend
• Get homework done in a timely manner
• Get more work done in school clubs
• No More Junk Food

That’s all I’ve got for now. My break was good. I saw a few good movies and spent a lot of time with Michael. I didn’t work at all during the entire break, but I managed to spend $400 dollars of my own money and I don’t even know how much of Michael’s.

I think it’s a new personal record. I need to find a new blog layout. I’m sick of dots.

Peace, Love, and Puddin’ Pops

I’m captivated.

There’s something to be said for sitting in the cafe, drinking hot cocoa and people watching. Not that I’m doing that right now or anything. I’m in class, “listening” to an intense and captivating lecture on muscle mass. “If you don’t use it, you’ll lose it!” Like I said… CAPTIVATING. Surprisingly though it reminds me that the muffins are about ready to come out of the oven, so I’d best be hittin’ the gym for a whiny workout.

Anyway, I’d like to be sitting in a cafe, patiently sipping hot cocoa, silently judging everyone that walks though; creating a dramatic life story about them.

Hi. Nice to meet you.
In case you didn’t know,
I’m a bit of a jackass.

I never realized how high my standards are. And how I expect those around me to have enough common sense and decency to know the difference between good and bad; right and wrong. Apparently, though many people around me do use the common sense part of their brains, there are others who feel that must have evolved beyond the need for common sense. I try not to associate with those kinds of people. They’re people too, and they all deserve the same respect and whatnot, BUT seriously? look at yourselves. HA. I’m sure you all know who you are, so there isn’t any calling-out necessary. I advise you change this senseless lifestyle of yours, or not, I don’t care. Go ahead, get in car wrecks that are your fault, drink illegally, sleep around, skip all of your classes—Celebrate the epic fail that is your life.

See.
I told you I am a bit of a jackass.

Finally, on a lighter and more humorous not, I read a poster on a professor’s wall saying,

“God created man,
and then
She corrected her mistake.”

My inner feminist is pleased.

C i a o !

I have time to spare

Good morning!

My 9:30 class is canceled, and since I already have eight ounces of ‘Africa Kitamu’ Starbucks coffee pumping violently through my system, I figure I can write another post on the ‘ol blog.
the AC in my building is out again, so I am in a tank top with a fan on my face. Please watch these videos. Hopefully they may change the way you might raise your children. I’m not trying to tell you what to do or how to do it, but these videos will hopefully open your eyes some. They aren’t very long, so don’t say you don’t have the time.

Onslaught

Dove -Evolution

True Colors

Self Esteem

How’d you like them? I think they are pretty eye-opening. Tell me what you think.

So last night, I went to Cool Beans with a friend. I haven’t been there in a while so I forgot how…chill it is there. I enjoyed it. But for some reason, I still felt intimidated by all of those college students there even though I am in college myself. I had a hot white cocoa, yum =]
I plan on going back there. Even power nerds need to get in touch with that college social life.

 

Later everyone

Tweets

My boss gave me an ivy plant. I can tell it doesn't particularly enjoy being in my room on the second floor windowsill facing Main Street.

I imagine that if a plant responds positively to good sounds, like speech and music, that it can only be responding badly to the sirens and whoosh of cars constantly driving by.

My Betta, Sargeant Pepper, is floating around and playing in his plants; hiding in his Eclipse

Big-E pack home and waiting for me to come close to him so that he can pop out and surprise me. I like to think he enjoys my company as much as I enjoy his. By the way, Sargeant Pepper is not lonely (most of the time), and will not be getting his own hearts club band. Or a friend named Yoko. Sorry to disappoint.

The fall semester is in full swing as the students settle down into their new routines. I've begun training for a 5k. Maybe having an actual reason to run won't justify any more of my excuses for getting out their and going to the gym.

I missed the school and being away from it. And now that I am at school, I miss being at home! Ha how surprising. We all want what we can't have. Over the summer I had the constant attention of my 'lover boy', and now every time I turn around it isn't him that is there to keep my company--it's other people. I enjoy these other people, yeah, but they sure aren't my lover boy. We spent the summer eating out, seeing movies, and playing house. Not a problem in the world. I cook, you clean. Vice Versa. Very mellow.

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I'm tired of....

politics.

I've officially decided that I am sick of hearing all of this crap. That's the part where you all chuckle, and I too. We all know that politics won't ever go away. It's just a matter of muting the T.V. and turning up the orchestral music you have stored away on your iTunes playlist for those days where you just can't hear words any more, because so many words you hear on the news are so tainted and twisted and full of crap.

It's just a matter of finding the right twist to fit your tastes.

I want to go around town and shout all of the things that I'm doing at the moment. Like a twitter update. Only with this, I won't hope that someone sees my 'tweet' and notices that I need something better to do with my time than to 'tweet,' like on the computer. I'd shout things like, "I really need to tie my shoe!" and "America is so obessed with Mark Sanford, it's like we're his soulmate!" Among other strange things.

That way, if someone sees and hears me, they might actually go onto their twitters and write "some woman is out in front of me, being a jackass for some reason or another..."

and then they would prove the point I am trying, and honestly failing, to make.