Something I'm watching in my English class right now.
While I haven't really looked into the opposite side of this too much, since I just started watching it today, I'm remaining pretty hesitant on believing a whole lot of it, and some of it seems a bit shady.
However, it's hard to deny that O'Reilly is insane, and definitely comes off as a pathological liar (as he tells a guest he's only told someone to shut up on his show once in six years, followed by a montage of him tells various people to shut up on his show, a weak example, but I couldn't stop laughing at his expense).
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
A quick example.
I realize I really wasn't clear on why I'm done blogging for the semester. I took a picture, to help illustrate my need to concentrate on my priority in life right now (school).
What you're looking at me holding is a section of a play I have to read, study, and know for my Theatre class. Yes. That's over 100 pages of one SECTION of a play. I still have more I need to print off. This is just the first of the five I have to read, and know well. Not to mention putting in time at the Theatre department (seven hours, to receive full credit), plus I have to review two performed plays.
And I have four other classes.
And now a job.
Blogging takes time, and planning. Time I feel I can't be taking right now, from other areas of my life.
I know that Shaelynn, Sarah, Joni, and now John are in the same boat as me, but they didn't take almost three years off between high school and college, so I'm definitely struggling to keep up this semester. The workload is more than I remember from Bethany (probably because it's a bigger workload than I had at Bethany), and I'm definitely not having an easy time. As semesters pass, I do think it'll be easier for me, but I'm so out of the mindset everyone else has most likely kept transitioning from high school to college.
I may post quick blogs here and there, but it's really just not likely.
What you're looking at me holding is a section of a play I have to read, study, and know for my Theatre class. Yes. That's over 100 pages of one SECTION of a play. I still have more I need to print off. This is just the first of the five I have to read, and know well. Not to mention putting in time at the Theatre department (seven hours, to receive full credit), plus I have to review two performed plays.
And I have four other classes.
And now a job.
Blogging takes time, and planning. Time I feel I can't be taking right now, from other areas of my life.
I know that Shaelynn, Sarah, Joni, and now John are in the same boat as me, but they didn't take almost three years off between high school and college, so I'm definitely struggling to keep up this semester. The workload is more than I remember from Bethany (probably because it's a bigger workload than I had at Bethany), and I'm definitely not having an easy time. As semesters pass, I do think it'll be easier for me, but I'm so out of the mindset everyone else has most likely kept transitioning from high school to college.
I may post quick blogs here and there, but it's really just not likely.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Goodbye.
Maybe this will last a year, maybe only the semester.
However, I've been giving this a great deal of thought, and have decided that probably, at least until the end of the semester, I'm done blogging. I have other things I need to concentrate on, and as much as I love coming on here, to read, and write, it's simply just one more distraction. The biggest problem I guess I'm having is being taking so literally, when I was trying to do just the opposite. The whole vote/don't vote ordeal put me through quite a bit, emotionally, I guess. I was visibly upset for a few days, and I suppose I'm trying to avoid a major distraction from everything like that again, at least until I have some actual time to devote to writing and planning blogs, that won't come off the wrong way than I intended. I realize that I unknowingly pit myself against almost everyone else (except my dear sister, who often has to rescue me), but that was never my intention. I will say it one last time: I was simply posting a video I found humorous, that had to do with politics. I'm very persistent in life, trying to just find the humor in whatever I can. I was glad to finally find it in politics. The entire thing was definitely blown out of proportion. And, in short, my feelings were just hurt. I realize I brought it on myself, but this is more about prevention.
I'll still probably read them from time to time, but I won't be posting again until later on this year, or early next year.
It's been grand, everyone. I've enjoyed these. Mom, you're a genius for starting this whole whirlwind.
Everyone have a fantastic rest of the semester (or just...year, for those of you who are lucky enough to be done with college).
Seacrest out.
However, I've been giving this a great deal of thought, and have decided that probably, at least until the end of the semester, I'm done blogging. I have other things I need to concentrate on, and as much as I love coming on here, to read, and write, it's simply just one more distraction. The biggest problem I guess I'm having is being taking so literally, when I was trying to do just the opposite. The whole vote/don't vote ordeal put me through quite a bit, emotionally, I guess. I was visibly upset for a few days, and I suppose I'm trying to avoid a major distraction from everything like that again, at least until I have some actual time to devote to writing and planning blogs, that won't come off the wrong way than I intended. I realize that I unknowingly pit myself against almost everyone else (except my dear sister, who often has to rescue me), but that was never my intention. I will say it one last time: I was simply posting a video I found humorous, that had to do with politics. I'm very persistent in life, trying to just find the humor in whatever I can. I was glad to finally find it in politics. The entire thing was definitely blown out of proportion. And, in short, my feelings were just hurt. I realize I brought it on myself, but this is more about prevention.
I'll still probably read them from time to time, but I won't be posting again until later on this year, or early next year.
It's been grand, everyone. I've enjoyed these. Mom, you're a genius for starting this whole whirlwind.
Everyone have a fantastic rest of the semester (or just...year, for those of you who are lucky enough to be done with college).
Seacrest out.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Second job?
Yes, I'm trying to get a second job.
My friend Michael got one tutoring German students on campus, and said they probably need more Spanish tutors, so I eMailed the tutor place on campus today, asking about it.
That'll be good. Way more up my alley than Subway, but at least Subway is year-round. Tutoring would only in the fall and winter semesters, most likely.
However, I'm excited, if I do get it. The only problem I'm seeing is I haven't actually taken a Spanish class in a few years, since I learned a majority of my Spanish by immersion. However, my friends are sick of me speaking it to them all the time, trying to keep up my vocabulary.
Other than that, I'm finally done analyzing suicide rates for the world. That was a fun couple of weeks of Sociology. I'm glad we've moved onto the Mexican-US border patrol issues. I have way more interest in that than suicide, to be honest.
My friend Michael got one tutoring German students on campus, and said they probably need more Spanish tutors, so I eMailed the tutor place on campus today, asking about it.
That'll be good. Way more up my alley than Subway, but at least Subway is year-round. Tutoring would only in the fall and winter semesters, most likely.
However, I'm excited, if I do get it. The only problem I'm seeing is I haven't actually taken a Spanish class in a few years, since I learned a majority of my Spanish by immersion. However, my friends are sick of me speaking it to them all the time, trying to keep up my vocabulary.
Other than that, I'm finally done analyzing suicide rates for the world. That was a fun couple of weeks of Sociology. I'm glad we've moved onto the Mexican-US border patrol issues. I have way more interest in that than suicide, to be honest.
Monday, September 8, 2008
Long days, long nights.
Had quite a weekend. Went to a birthday party in Milington (your guess is as good as mine as to where I was) for my friend Sam, who I met at Cornerstone.
Because of the whole breakup with Mallary thing last weekend, I wasn't really feeling like I wanted to go anywhere, but my friend Tyler forced me to go, and I definitely don't regret going. I got to see pretty much everyone that went to Cornerstone with us this year. At the party, though, Tyler ended up getting in a huge fight with the girl that gave us a ride from SVSU to Milington, so we sort of lost our ride back to SVSU yesterday. So we spent most of the day trying to find one. However, I got back last night, so I studied the rest of the night, since that was my plan for Saturday. Tyler felt bad when he lost our ride, because he said he took my Saturday from me, and lost so much of my Sunday. It worked out, though, he got us back, and we had fun.
Other than that, I have a friend who is getting mircodermals done today (look it up if you don't know what it is, it's so hard to explain), so I'm going with her to do that, since my friend is doing them. I'm supposed to be applying at Red Lobster today (since Subway couldn't interview me for two more weeks). So I'll do that.
Then homework. Lots and lots of reading.
Things have been rocky lately, just in life. They're getting better, mostly thanks to Tyler, the most positive person in the world. He's been looking out for me quite a bit.
However, they're looking up. I'll probably have some pictures of the party soon, since Alicia was there, snapping away. She told me last night she took around 250 pictures, which is pretty conservative for her. I have seen a few of them, though, and they're really good. At one point the light, and the sky was just right, and she had Tyler and I in a field, taking pictures of us (this is what we do, we party hard).
*EDIT*
Subway just called me back. I got a job. Finally.
*EDIT*
Because of the whole breakup with Mallary thing last weekend, I wasn't really feeling like I wanted to go anywhere, but my friend Tyler forced me to go, and I definitely don't regret going. I got to see pretty much everyone that went to Cornerstone with us this year. At the party, though, Tyler ended up getting in a huge fight with the girl that gave us a ride from SVSU to Milington, so we sort of lost our ride back to SVSU yesterday. So we spent most of the day trying to find one. However, I got back last night, so I studied the rest of the night, since that was my plan for Saturday. Tyler felt bad when he lost our ride, because he said he took my Saturday from me, and lost so much of my Sunday. It worked out, though, he got us back, and we had fun.
Other than that, I have a friend who is getting mircodermals done today (look it up if you don't know what it is, it's so hard to explain), so I'm going with her to do that, since my friend is doing them. I'm supposed to be applying at Red Lobster today (since Subway couldn't interview me for two more weeks). So I'll do that.
Then homework. Lots and lots of reading.
Things have been rocky lately, just in life. They're getting better, mostly thanks to Tyler, the most positive person in the world. He's been looking out for me quite a bit.
However, they're looking up. I'll probably have some pictures of the party soon, since Alicia was there, snapping away. She told me last night she took around 250 pictures, which is pretty conservative for her. I have seen a few of them, though, and they're really good. At one point the light, and the sky was just right, and she had Tyler and I in a field, taking pictures of us (this is what we do, we party hard).
*EDIT*
Subway just called me back. I got a job. Finally.
*EDIT*
Friday, September 5, 2008
Yes, I'm glad to laugh at politics.
It's no secret, I don't vote, I don't care, but I'm glad to be able to find humor in this, as well.
If you can get past the beginning, it's quite funny, in my opinion. The beginning is a bit well...pointless. I know what they're spoofing, but it's not worth it. The second parody in the video is of "I Kissed a Girl" by Katy Perry (who is such a waste of a singer).
The video's language is pretty explicit, so if that bothers you like it does me, you may not like this as much, especially if you're not understanding the parodies.
The second thing I want to talk about. The other night I got a text at about 12:30 AM, asking if I was still up. I was reading for a class, and told them yes, I was. He then asked if he called me. So I called Fathead (the guy's blog that I posted), cutting to the chase, wondering what in the world he'd want.
Through the grapevine (or my friend Katie, ha ha), he found out that I had re-posted the blog, and he read through the comments, and let me know that he appreciated it, and said it was cool seeing it re-surface again. Just another example of how nice he is.
*EDIT*
I just read that John did a blog on almost the same subject, and I want you all to know, this is a simple matter of timing. I respect John's love of politics, it's his future profession, and I'm glad people like him care about it. This isn't to attack anyone's beliefs. I honestly couldn't care any less about politics than I do now. Just a video I thought was a bit funny.
*EDIT*
If you can get past the beginning, it's quite funny, in my opinion. The beginning is a bit well...pointless. I know what they're spoofing, but it's not worth it. The second parody in the video is of "I Kissed a Girl" by Katy Perry (who is such a waste of a singer).
The video's language is pretty explicit, so if that bothers you like it does me, you may not like this as much, especially if you're not understanding the parodies.
The second thing I want to talk about. The other night I got a text at about 12:30 AM, asking if I was still up. I was reading for a class, and told them yes, I was. He then asked if he called me. So I called Fathead (the guy's blog that I posted), cutting to the chase, wondering what in the world he'd want.
Through the grapevine (or my friend Katie, ha ha), he found out that I had re-posted the blog, and he read through the comments, and let me know that he appreciated it, and said it was cool seeing it re-surface again. Just another example of how nice he is.
*EDIT*
I just read that John did a blog on almost the same subject, and I want you all to know, this is a simple matter of timing. I respect John's love of politics, it's his future profession, and I'm glad people like him care about it. This isn't to attack anyone's beliefs. I honestly couldn't care any less about politics than I do now. Just a video I thought was a bit funny.
*EDIT*
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
"We The Modified"
This was written by a friend of mine, who just happens to be a body piercer, as well, and is who I've gotten any and all of my piercings (past and present) from. He wrote this back in December of '07. However, I've read it several times, enjoyed it, and thought I'd share it here.
We the Modifed
Written by Fathead
we the modified have spent much of our time hiding in your ideas of us. you spend your days thinking because a person has a nose ring he is some sort of sexual deviant that would beat the hell out of your child , rape your grandmother and worship satan. as a modified myself i can stand and say that none of that is true. i would like to state to you the things that i have done even as a "freak" that still makes me completely normal.
i get mocked and pointed at because of my hair color.
frequently asked "does that hurt? can i touch it? are you pierced anywhere else?"
people stare like i am 2 seconds from stealing their money
im made fun of because im different
people try to bury my dreams and my aspirations just because i have larger holes in my ears telling me i will never get a better job because of the way that i look
families try to not accept me when they find out that i have a few tattoos or shiny objects in my face
i am generally stereotyped as all "modified" people are... i would like to stand before you today and speak my mind on the things that i have done as a "modified" person.
i have held hands with an elderly woman as she crossed the street
i have helped take care of a handicapped girl in a wheelchair everyday for 6 months
i have held the door for people with disabilities i.e. broken arms, on crutches, wheelchairs....
i have offered to help carry things to a persons car on the other side of the mall because i saw them struggling to carry their stuff
i have helped take care of my own cenile, herniated, alsheimer afflicted grandfather during the times that my mother was supposed to help him
ive given my last 5$ to the salvation army bell ringers knowing ill figure out a way to get my next meal, because im more resourceful than the less fortunate.
i have loved
i have had things ripped form the palm of my hands and never once did i curse anyone
i have taken care of the sick
i watch over my friends sick mother and do any housework she needs while he fights in iraq.
i have many many many friends of all different walks of life that accept me for who i am and the way that i live my life, realizing after getting to know me i am not different, strange, or violent.
i have laughed at many of the same movies that you have.
i have some of the same dreams that you have i.e. marriage someday and a family to follow, my own house, my own achievements
i cry at the same times that you would
i have been hurt by others as everyone else has.
i have needed to be a friend and a rock and a counselor for different people, all the while setting aside my own problems to help someone else.
all of these things i have done and many many more. i may look strange or mean, but i am and most anyone else like me are some of the nicest most giving people you will ever meet. why? because we know what it is like to be persecuted, to be laughed at, to be discouraged, and looked over because of the way that you look. we dont want to become those who mock us and more or less belittle themselves by pigeonholing us.
here are somethings i want you to think about.
the mechanic that works on your car, has a tattoo, you probably dont see it, and probably never will. but he goes home at night just like you and I to his family and stays up all night wondering how he was going to pay his bills and put food in his kids mouth. but you will ever so easily disregard him because hes dirty and has ink in his body.
the guy in the back of your favorite restaurant has a piercing in his face, he prepares the wonderful meals that you salivate over and tell your friends about. yet if you saw him with that hole in his face you would not want him cooking your food. why? because apparently that piercing in his face makes the food taste different somehow.
a professor at a local college is covered head to toe in tattoos. literally. you see him walking the streets and you would be quick to judge that he is a drug addict and a satan worshipper and that hes mean to his family and that he is an outcast. in all honesty you are wrong, he is a man that teaches our children to learn , to give them the knowledge that they need to carry on and prosper in their lives. he helps shape the future. but you wouldnt want him to sit at your dinner table.
we all have different reasons of why we get tattoos and piercings. some people get them because they like the way that they look, some get them because their friends think that they are cool. those of us who ACTUALLY have reasons on why we do these things to our bodies do them for other reasons such as commemorating the passing of a loved one, a milestone in our life, to show the love of another human being, sacrifices we have made, trials and tribulations we've made it through.a few personal meanings of the tattoos that i have are:
- the death of comedy - noone laughs anymore, everyone is always so serious and apparently you cant have fun or laugh at things during certain times in your life because depression has now overrun our population.
- my love for my family - the story is told through two zippos and my nickname, and a music note, an 8 ball, and 3 playing cards. the two flames from the zippos unite to create one large flame (me) which runs underneath my nickname. the music note and left zippo symbolizes my mother, she gave me the gift of music and that will forever stick inside my mind and carry with me till i pass. the 8 ball and the right zippo symbolize my father, my father taught me that life is a game and you have to do what you can to win, also taught me a love of billiards. to which this day i can say that im pretty decent at. something i really truly enjoy from the both of them. forever etched into my arm.
- faith- i have a rainbird tattooed on my right leg. it symbolizes a belief in something that you cannot see. something you cannot feel. it stands for my belief in god and the after life and all of my religious beliefs.
now when certain people like to look at me and just think that i have those tattoos cuz i wanna look scary and or cool. they are just making a common misconception and making a huge mistake in not taking the time to get to know me. i wanted to write this bulletin because earlier i opened a door for an elderly gentleman and held it for him when i went into speedway. when i went to open the door he gave me sort of a nasty look because i had to hurry to get in front of him to get to the door before him so i could hold it. but the moment that i opened the door and held it for him, he looked amazed and shocked that a guy that looks like me would ever hold a door for an elderly person. in closing all i want to say is open your mind, you dont have to become one of us, just drop the barriers that seperate us. accept us as you would accept your own family, we are hardworking, loving, caring, funny, entertaining, giving, honest, peaceful. we are all the things that you are.
i chose the lyric that i have typed in a sense of irony for the simple fact that if you look at ted bundy, one of the most notorious and sick and twisted serial killers, he is a clean cut man , with attractive looks and nice clothes no tattoos and no piercings, yet what ted bundy did is what most people think would come from your average "freak". kinda like poetic justice huh?
"on the surface i seem normal, farther down though, im so ugly, something you wont ever see"
We the Modifed
Written by Fathead
we the modified have spent much of our time hiding in your ideas of us. you spend your days thinking because a person has a nose ring he is some sort of sexual deviant that would beat the hell out of your child , rape your grandmother and worship satan. as a modified myself i can stand and say that none of that is true. i would like to state to you the things that i have done even as a "freak" that still makes me completely normal.
i get mocked and pointed at because of my hair color.
frequently asked "does that hurt? can i touch it? are you pierced anywhere else?"
people stare like i am 2 seconds from stealing their money
im made fun of because im different
people try to bury my dreams and my aspirations just because i have larger holes in my ears telling me i will never get a better job because of the way that i look
families try to not accept me when they find out that i have a few tattoos or shiny objects in my face
i am generally stereotyped as all "modified" people are... i would like to stand before you today and speak my mind on the things that i have done as a "modified" person.
i have held hands with an elderly woman as she crossed the street
i have helped take care of a handicapped girl in a wheelchair everyday for 6 months
i have held the door for people with disabilities i.e. broken arms, on crutches, wheelchairs....
i have offered to help carry things to a persons car on the other side of the mall because i saw them struggling to carry their stuff
i have helped take care of my own cenile, herniated, alsheimer afflicted grandfather during the times that my mother was supposed to help him
ive given my last 5$ to the salvation army bell ringers knowing ill figure out a way to get my next meal, because im more resourceful than the less fortunate.
i have loved
i have had things ripped form the palm of my hands and never once did i curse anyone
i have taken care of the sick
i watch over my friends sick mother and do any housework she needs while he fights in iraq.
i have many many many friends of all different walks of life that accept me for who i am and the way that i live my life, realizing after getting to know me i am not different, strange, or violent.
i have laughed at many of the same movies that you have.
i have some of the same dreams that you have i.e. marriage someday and a family to follow, my own house, my own achievements
i cry at the same times that you would
i have been hurt by others as everyone else has.
i have needed to be a friend and a rock and a counselor for different people, all the while setting aside my own problems to help someone else.
all of these things i have done and many many more. i may look strange or mean, but i am and most anyone else like me are some of the nicest most giving people you will ever meet. why? because we know what it is like to be persecuted, to be laughed at, to be discouraged, and looked over because of the way that you look. we dont want to become those who mock us and more or less belittle themselves by pigeonholing us.
here are somethings i want you to think about.
the mechanic that works on your car, has a tattoo, you probably dont see it, and probably never will. but he goes home at night just like you and I to his family and stays up all night wondering how he was going to pay his bills and put food in his kids mouth. but you will ever so easily disregard him because hes dirty and has ink in his body.
the guy in the back of your favorite restaurant has a piercing in his face, he prepares the wonderful meals that you salivate over and tell your friends about. yet if you saw him with that hole in his face you would not want him cooking your food. why? because apparently that piercing in his face makes the food taste different somehow.
a professor at a local college is covered head to toe in tattoos. literally. you see him walking the streets and you would be quick to judge that he is a drug addict and a satan worshipper and that hes mean to his family and that he is an outcast. in all honesty you are wrong, he is a man that teaches our children to learn , to give them the knowledge that they need to carry on and prosper in their lives. he helps shape the future. but you wouldnt want him to sit at your dinner table.
we all have different reasons of why we get tattoos and piercings. some people get them because they like the way that they look, some get them because their friends think that they are cool. those of us who ACTUALLY have reasons on why we do these things to our bodies do them for other reasons such as commemorating the passing of a loved one, a milestone in our life, to show the love of another human being, sacrifices we have made, trials and tribulations we've made it through.a few personal meanings of the tattoos that i have are:
- the death of comedy - noone laughs anymore, everyone is always so serious and apparently you cant have fun or laugh at things during certain times in your life because depression has now overrun our population.
- my love for my family - the story is told through two zippos and my nickname, and a music note, an 8 ball, and 3 playing cards. the two flames from the zippos unite to create one large flame (me) which runs underneath my nickname. the music note and left zippo symbolizes my mother, she gave me the gift of music and that will forever stick inside my mind and carry with me till i pass. the 8 ball and the right zippo symbolize my father, my father taught me that life is a game and you have to do what you can to win, also taught me a love of billiards. to which this day i can say that im pretty decent at. something i really truly enjoy from the both of them. forever etched into my arm.
- faith- i have a rainbird tattooed on my right leg. it symbolizes a belief in something that you cannot see. something you cannot feel. it stands for my belief in god and the after life and all of my religious beliefs.
now when certain people like to look at me and just think that i have those tattoos cuz i wanna look scary and or cool. they are just making a common misconception and making a huge mistake in not taking the time to get to know me. i wanted to write this bulletin because earlier i opened a door for an elderly gentleman and held it for him when i went into speedway. when i went to open the door he gave me sort of a nasty look because i had to hurry to get in front of him to get to the door before him so i could hold it. but the moment that i opened the door and held it for him, he looked amazed and shocked that a guy that looks like me would ever hold a door for an elderly person. in closing all i want to say is open your mind, you dont have to become one of us, just drop the barriers that seperate us. accept us as you would accept your own family, we are hardworking, loving, caring, funny, entertaining, giving, honest, peaceful. we are all the things that you are.
i chose the lyric that i have typed in a sense of irony for the simple fact that if you look at ted bundy, one of the most notorious and sick and twisted serial killers, he is a clean cut man , with attractive looks and nice clothes no tattoos and no piercings, yet what ted bundy did is what most people think would come from your average "freak". kinda like poetic justice huh?
"on the surface i seem normal, farther down though, im so ugly, something you wont ever see"
Monday, September 1, 2008
Eh. Bad weekend.
I'm not going to go in to too many details, but Mallary and I broke up.
Put a bit of a damper on the weekend, but it's not so bad, I guess. Anyway...a video.
I've been showing everyone this video lately. It makes me laugh a lot. And yes, it's fairly appropriate.
Put a bit of a damper on the weekend, but it's not so bad, I guess. Anyway...a video.
I've been showing everyone this video lately. It makes me laugh a lot. And yes, it's fairly appropriate.
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