¡Felíz Navidad!

Merry Christmas from a non-Christian!

Here's what I got (I'm bragging, shut up):
A new TV
Things to do dishes
Dishes
Socks
Jones Soda pie flavors
Money
Random foods
Lotion
Perfume
Cannibal! the Musical
Start the Revolution Without Me
Death to Smoochy
Blazing Saddles
Robin Hood: Men in Tights
Psychopathia Sexualis
Some magnetic dogs that talk, light up, and ring when they kiss....dunno about that one....
A soap basket hand-made by my aunt (it's awesome)
and....*drumroll*..... an new Creative Vision: M 30 gig mp3 player!!!











It's a wooden pickle.

To the Handfuls of Starvin' Marvins

Lately, there's been quite a few guys in my circle that are getting pissed off with man whores and stupid women. Many of these guys are fantastic, truly great guys. Marriage material. Most of these guys can't accept that and want girls now. It isn't even for sexual gratification that these men want relationships, they are just sick of feeling left out.

I do not understand what's so great about relationships, so maybe that's why guys come to me with these girl troubles. Maybe it's because I'm one of the guys, but with boobs, so I would be able to see both sides of the story. I'm sure it can't be my comforting abilities, which are nil, or my advice I give, which is crap. My thinking of relationships being kind of stupid doesn't really help when trying to console my guys, because they always get pissy when I tell them that relationships aren't that great and are more trouble than they're worth. I guess it's like complaining about how the cook fixed my steak in front of a starving Ethiopian.

Guys that I'm speaking of, there's nothing wrong with you. There's plenty wrong with the man-whores that the chicks are flocking to. These guys are assholes, listen only to their penii, and only know how to make a girl swoon to get into her pants. You're nothing like that. You're sweet, actually care about the girls you like, and make a girl swoon for the sake of making her happy. You're long-term material. Right now, in college, most girls don't want to worry about long-term. Girls like the hot guys that are doubles for Greek statues that are horny assholes right now. As one of my favorite movies, Wet, Hot, American Summer, states:

Listen, Coop. Last night was really great. You were incredibly romantic and heroic, no doubt about it. And that's great. But I've thought about it, and my thing is this. Andy is really hot. And don't get me wrong, you're cute too, but Andy is like, cut. From marble. He's gorgeous. He has this beautiful face and this incredible body, and I genuinely don't care that he's kinda lame. I don't even care that he cheats on me. And I like you more than I like Andy, Coop ... And maybe it'll be a different story when I'm ready to get married, but right now, I am entirely about sex. I just wanna get laid. I just wanna take him and grab him and f*ck his brains out, ya know? So that's where my priorities are right now. Sex. Specifically with Andy and not with you.

Understand that once life smacks these girls upside the head, they'll be falling all over guys like you. Tell you the truth, I would have a crush on you boys if I weren't so fiercely independent.

I was once in your shoes. There was a long long time in my life that guys paid no attention to me when all I wanted was a boyfriend. Maybe you guys will turn out like me in time. Maybe you'll see that relationships aren't all that great, or maybe they'll be everything you hoped they could be. Just know that, someday, you will have a relationship. That someday will be closer than you think. And don't change anything about yourself. You're kick-ass the way you are, it's the girls that have problems right now.







Was Ezekiel really abducted by aliens?

Thoughts After One of My Sits

What if there was no meaning to life? What if all this time that humanity has been trying to put a meaning to life was in vain? Why does there have to be a point, a purpose? Is that all it takes to make us happy? Is it really so depressing that there is no point, that we all just walk around for a few years and then we don't? So what if all of life is a coincidence. We're here. Why do we always have to strive for a better pay check so that we can have things that other people have decided are necessities? What's wrong with living off of what you do and you do alone? I can't wait to just disappear for a year or two and have minimal contact with the outside world. Is it really so earth shaking to think that there is no god? I think there is something, but maybe that's just my human nature, to think that everything that's happened can't simply be a coincidence. It's really comforting to think that this isn't it, that there is someone higher than you that actually has control over your life. We live our whole lives under the control of another person, so those people must have something controlling them. In all actuality, we are in the same compost heap with the rest of the world, but no, we control the planet. The only reason we think we're so special is because we can make frivolous crap. Computers, clothing, weapons...big whoop. If you live your whole life fearing death, you haven't lived. Accept that you are going to die. In all probability, you're going to die tomorrow. No matter how many times you hear "live for today," you rarely follow it. You're still in college trying to get a better job with better pay. You're still at work to make money for tomorrow. You make plans for next week. It's so liberating to just pack your bags and leave for no real reason with no destination in mind. Just pick up and go.









If I stop believing in you, will you stop believing in me?

A Close to the Semester

We had our band Christmas concert Sunday. I'm just happy I don't have to play that stupid music again for another year.

I found out, after the game on Saturday, that the topic of my religion is swept under the rug in my family. Religion doesn't matter, but I sure don't like my dad feeling like he should be ashamed of me. I'm just going to be a curt smart-ass if anyone asks why I didn't go to the Christmas service and say "my parents won't let me disclose that information." They'll probably think I'm pregnant. Wouldn't be the first time a family member thought that...

And my finals are easy this semester. I had to play a witness in a trial for History of Africa today, and I think I did pretty well. I retorted quite a bit to the defense and I'm proud of the job I did there. Tomorrow's a Core final (oh dear, I'm shaking in my shoes. I sure hope I don't drown in this sarcasm...) and Wednesday is my Human Sexuality final, where it really isn't a final, but just another test. They were nice to me this semester. It'll be a whole different story next semetser....

...I...just...wanted...to...see...how...many...more...of...these...I...could...put...in...here....










With my feet on the air and my head on the ground

Technology Sucks

Yeah....my mp3 player isn't usable anymore. I had to restart it because it wasn't accepting songs, and it only comes back with 397 songs. I had almost 4,000 on there. I'm at a loss for words. I may just get a 10 gig player or something, I don't know. I don't know what I'm going to do. It's stupid I'm almost in tears for a freaking piece of metal.








And I wonder if I'd see another highway.