Back to Monday

This is the part of the year where I like Daylight Savings Time. It's a love/hate relationship.

The weekend, in one word, was insane. There are things that went down that I can't even write here, cause...wow. Seriously, what happens to people during Halloween? It's the whole full moon effect without the full moon.

Also, I went to my school's Homecoming Game this weekend. We played Texas Christian University...I'm sure some of you have heard of them. But what kind of mascot is the horned frog? What the hell? We were joking that the mascot (he was running spastically around the game) looked like a pokemon. Anyway, we lost (hey--our football team isn't the greatest) but it was a close game.
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I realize that college is almost another dimension seperate from the real world. I know that I will never have another time like this in my life. Well, actually, I guess that's like most phases in life. It's just weird to be in a place where you are expected to be completely immature and completely mature at the same time. It's like two forces colliding.

Well now, I'm thinking too much for the morning, aren't I? Monday morning, no less. And dude, I have to give a speech today in class. Oh, public speaking is interesting. And it's a group project. Group projects are just insane in college. But we made it work, cause we're cool.

Alright, that's all for today, unless I choose to write something random later! Hope your monday is going fantabulous. Mine isn't half bad right now.

Yeah, I've Turned My Head a Few Times

You what I've noticed? There are a lot of cute guys around campus this year. Lots of them! With dark hair and beautiful dark eyes.

Or maybe I'm just going boy crazy and haven't noticed it before.

Eh, whatever it is, I like it.

Sleep Would Be Nice

Tiiiiiiiiiiiiired...I'm so tired. And I don't have time for a nap. And I don't have time to get a full night of sleep. AND I don't have time for anything, apparently.

There should be mandatory naps, like preschool. We should enforce it everywhere--at the workplace, at school, at bus stops. And no one can do anything during that nap time. There can be no appointments made, no driving, and certainly no working of anykind. Working during naptime would be sacreligious! Wouldn't it be nice?

I've been so busy that I've hardly had time to talk to my roomates and friends, let alone call friends that go to other colleges (sorry, Jaclyn). You see, I have no willpower to talk because I want to SLEEP!!!!

Oh, but I have class at 3:00 then another class after that, then a break where I have to study for a class at 7 that goes until 9:40, then I have to read for a class tomorrow. And I can't forget italian homework that's due tomorrow and my essay and speech due friday. Oh, and I have to work Thursday night!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am officially a zombie, for there is no time for sleep. Oh, sweet mother of god, my pillow looks SO tempting right now!

I hope your day is better rested.

BITE me...Just BITE me.

I HATE IT when people treat me like I'm too innocent!!!

I HATE IT when people are condescending to me!!!

Do they think I like being called a "child?"

Oh, I'm just emotional right now, cause of my workload. But my anger is validated! Just bite me. You hear that?! Just BITE ME.

Stupid ldjlkwadjwalkjdawlkjdakljdslkajdalskjdalskjdawlkjdalkjepawrwa{PodeLPWD;'...OK, now that I've harassed my keyboard I feel a little better. Kind of.

STUPID PEOPLE!

A Tuesday Morning Confession

Coffee really is the only thing keeping me awake right now.

I'm too busy this week, and it's already taking a toll on me. I had to even skip my first class this morning in order to finish a paper for my second class.

Yesterday I had my Communications Midterm. I despise that class. But I think I did alright. Waiting for my grade in that class is almost like being on death row...hopefully some miracle will happen to save me from being slaughtered.

oh, but I complain too much. At least I complain here, though, and not verbally to all my friends all the time. Cause usually I overwhelm myself by thinking of everything I have to do. At least here I can write it all out and send it into cyberspace...that's sort of a good feeling. Just writing it out and telling someone, that helps in itself. Yeah, cause I've always been the girl that represses her emotions and keeps it all inside--which is funny, cause everyone uses me as their psychologist at times. I'm good at getting people to talk when they're upset, worried or sad, but I can't do it for myself.

Oh well.

On a different note, I have to take a minute to remember one of the GREATEST civil rights icons EVER. Rosa Parks was a rebel. And even if you don't include all the stuff about race, you have to simply respect her for standing up for what she believed in. That's bad-ass. She's a lesson for all of us to NEVER compromise what our heart knows is right.

And what my heart is telling me right now is "Dammit Ashley, quit blogging and go write that essay!" Alright, alright.

This Week's a Doozy

Why, you may ask? 2 tests, 2 essays and a speech this week, that's why. And these are not small tests, man. These are midterms. Ohhhhhhhhh...the agony of it all!

I'm being overdramatic. I'm just sad that I will basically have no free time at all.

One good thing did happen, Rachel got me a beta fish yesterday, yay! I named him Stanley, and he likes to dance about the water. It's soothing to watch, especially during stressful times such as these.

I just want someone to hold me right now, and kiss me on the forehead. And then I can just close my eyes and slip away into comfort...

I love it!

Big Sis Revealing was fun, dude. I always love it. And for those who asked: Big Sis revealing is a sorority event that is pretty self-explanatory--you get a "big sis" in the house that is revealed to you that night. It's to create bonds among sisters and all that mushy stuff.

So here are a couple pictures of my "family" in the house.
Above is a picture of my little sis. I've had her for a year. I LOVE her, and she knows it. Her name is Anne Marie. And we look HOT...what a great pair!

That little fool right there with the crown on is my litte sis's little sis. If that makes sense. So that makes me a "grandbig." Ha...and my grandlittle insists on calling me "Grandma." Gee, thanks. Oh, and we're trying to be GANGSTAS in this picture, couldn't you tell? Coming from the 'hood in San Diego, foo!

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So yeah...Friday night was smashing! But I have to get back to reality and work 16 hours this weekend ( I already worked like 8 today) and finish a paper for Humanities and study for a Comm Midterm. Ah...the feeling of stress. Not fun.

Gray Sustenance

The city is enveloped in fog, and it excites me to no end.

Indeed, these massively misty surroundings put a smile on my face.

YAY. Tonight is Big Sis Revealing. It's my favorite event...today is a good day :)

Wednesdays Kill Me Sometimes

My roomates are kind of psycho right now and going on a big cleaning frenzy. Which is good, but dude. I just got back from class. I'm just staying out of the way.

I just want to eat my peanutbutter and jelly sandwich in peace. And drink my orange juice. I know, weird combination.

Ohhhhhhhh man...I have a class at 7.

I'm actually in a good mood today, although I sound drained of life. It's cause of stupid Comm 300, which is so boring that I want to shoot my foot, cause at least that would be more amusing. My professor is pompous and full of herself. And I want to just throw things at her in class. Stupid Communications. She is the devil, I swear it!

Oh, the assholes in my life.

So I just found out that someone I used to date has a new girlfriend now. And it bugs me. It bugs me cause he fed me that whole line about "I'm just not over my ex-girlfriend, so I can't date you." What a huge LOAD OF CRAP.

STUPID ASSHOLE!

Sorry. I had to get that out of my system. So...I'm not sorry. Stupid, stupid, stupid asshole.

I will not let this put a damper on my day. It's time to completely put it in the past. Whew. That's feels better.

Not that I'm dating Nick (I wish), but Nick is cuter anyway.

God, I'm such a girl.

Heck Yes!

Cute Witty Nick talked to me in class today. Do you realize how happy this makes me?

Before I got his attention and asked how he was doing. Today I walked to my desk, sat down, looked at my notebook and he turned back and said, "Hey Ashley, how are you doing?"

I know, I know, I know. It's such a trivial thing, and of course we talked about more than just that. But whatever, I'm smiling now...



I don't think he realizes how he just totally made my day. The sun is shining just a little brighter.

Oh NO they didn't

What are they thinking???

James Bond is blonde? That is not acceptable, NOT acceptable, I say! You see, I have this...uh..."thing" for guys with dark eyes and dark hair. And James Bond has always encompassed those traits. Blonde guys can be pretty, sure. But dark-haired guys are sexy, beautiful and sensual. And dark brown eyes make me melt. They are my absolute favorite. I have blue eyes...what's the big deal about blue? Blond-haired, blue-eyed guys just don't have that appeal that my tall, dark and handsome guys have.

So what the heck?! It's simply sacreligious to make Bond a Blonde.

Oh well, my favorite Bond will always be Sean Connery, anyways. Oh, he can be my lover. I know, he's way older. So what? hehehe.

*sigh* brown eyes are the best, don't let anyone tell you different.

Dude.

It's still raining in San Diego and I LOOOOOOOOOOOVE it.

But something I don't love? All the freakin' midterms I have in the next two weeks, that's what. Why don't you just poke me with a spear? Seriously now.

Haha! And Humanities is the first midterm I'm taking. And I'm laughing out of nervousness, let me tell you.

But at least this week is Mysto Week (a sorority thing-a-ma-gig) and it's one of my favorite weeks.

So yeah--this week has its good points and bad points. Can I just stay in bed for the bad parts?

I Just Might Cry Now

WOW...have you guys ever seen Tuesdays with Morrie? Oh. My. Freakin. God. That is one of my new favorite movies EVER. It is soooooooooo sad, but also soooooooo meaningful.

I love watching movies that drive your inner soul to go change the world.

This is such a cool day. It's raining (which is BAD-ASS) and I just watched a cool cool cool movie. In case you're not picking up on this...watch it, DAMMIT! If you haven't seen it, that is.

This day is simply smashing, darling!

I ♥ Gray Clouds

It's totally raining in San Diego right now. And that's super cool, cause we never get rain. I love it. I wanna go dance in it.

Especially cause a walk (or dance) in the rain feels like a spiritual cleansing of sorts. Like your burdens are being washed off your body and taken to the gutter where it belongs.

But I still have burdens that I can't ignore--like studying for my Humanities midterm (that's the class cute Nick is in). Oh man, if you've taken Humanities then you know how much crap I have to study for right now. And my prof is the department chair--so you can't pull a fast one over that guy. And you just can't bullshit, or he'll call you on it and give you an F (he's ruthless). But I love it, cause it's challenging, the way my journalism class was super challenging.

So yeah, I'll get to that (haha, riiiiight--in like 3 hours). Hope your sundays are all going well. Rain is so cool!

Ta Da!

I just wanted to post this picture of Rachel and me at Rush last year. Simply cause I think it's cute. And we have cool top hats. Do you have a top hat, sucker? Yeah...I didn't think so.

Money Woes

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Money always has a way of really stressing me out. It's just a tiring process--every paycheck I get barely covers the costs of my bills. I HATE asking my dad for money. I've been over it before. But I HATE it. I guess it's cause I want to prove to him that I'm responsible, that I can handle myself. That I don't need to ask "daddy" for money.

But I do.

I guess I have this big problem with asking my parents for help. Because my sister is irresponsible, they kind of view her as a burden sometimes. I don't want to be viewed like that.

But my dad has told me straight out "LET ME HELP YOU."

So what's the problem, right? I just can't bring myself to ask for money. Geez, I haven't done that crap since I was 16. Whatever. There's nothing else I can do.

This is why I get a kick out of republicans who think poor people are poor cause they're lazy, and they shouldn't be helped, ever. Well, you wouldn't know, would you asshole? You wouldn't know what it's like to starve or work your ass off for a paycheck that barely covers rent.

People are such dumbasses.

oh.....really don't mind me, I'm venting. I feel better now.

Turkish Eye is Watching you!

So that new picture in the corner? That's me with a Turkish Eye. I felt it would be appropriate seeing as I am turkish and the address for this place is called "little turkish girl." And that I am. And I love my heritage. Haven't you heard of the Ottoman Empire. We were KICK ASS. That's right.

The whole myth behind the eye, or superstition, is....if the eye breaks (it's glass) it will take a away a bad thing that will happen in your life. It's supposed to ward off evil spirits and such.

I've always loved Turkish culture, so I just wanted to share that with you. It's a little part of me (or actually, half of me). In case you're wondering, I do not look Turkish. Obviously I look white (which is a bit boring), but it'll do.

WOO HOO...Turkiye!

Liberation! (kind-of)

So I woke up late this morning for class (ha...what's new?). I had to rush to class in a frenzy without taking a shower.

Oh, and I didn't have a bra on. Which was a little weird at first, then realllllllllly comfortable. I'm surprised I liked going braless so much.

Eh, don't worry, I'm not gonna start buring my bras or any of that nonsense...it was just fun for a morning.

Now I'm off to take a shower, YAY!

The Official Cat Lady

The ENTIRE second floor of my apartment building is being REALLY loud right now, and I want to throw things at them (I'm on the third floor).

Maybe the third and second floor will have a Westside Story-like fight....we'll beat those fools with our sleek dance moves!!

How did my mood change so drastically? I was happy earlier.

Such is the life of a girl...why do you people read about this crap?

Look at me, complaining about nothing again. I think I will grow up to be a single, crazy cat lady (or snake lady--that has a nice ring to it) so I can just complain all the time. And I'll name one of my cats/snakes Freddy Krueger and have him attack people. Yeah.

Over-Analyze this!

Lately, I've been feeling really awkward around couples...couples that I was fine around before. Maybe it's because I'm jealous, but I've been jealous before and not uncomfortable with the kissing and p.d.a nonsense.

Maybe it's because I feel like I'm not included, or ignored. When couples go into their own little world and don't talk to me, it really makes me want to just leave the room.

GOD I need a hobby or something. I HATE when I think about things this much...boyfriends, relationships...blah blah blah.

Maybe I'm bitter because I started a relationship with someone the end of last year and it ended abruptly.

Maybe I'm a person that needs more attention than I thought I did. I don't know.

I just hate awkward moments like that. My skin is crawling just thinking about it.

Being over-analytical suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucks!

The Joys of Being a Lucky, Lazy Bum

You know what's really fun? Driving around on the freeway blasting "Jesse's Girl," that's what.

I recently made a new mixed cd. And mixed cd's get me excited. Yep, yep they do!

And I'm just having a good day in general.

Example? I was about to get up for my Italian class this morning when I told myself (or Slacker Ashley told me) "Ah...fuck it. You need some sleep. You have to write an essay today, see it's justified. Go back to bed." And I did, and I slept wonderfully (oh yeah, and I already finished my essay, I ROCK!).

When I e-mailed my friends in the class to see what homework we got, they e-mailed me back saying "Good thing you didn't show up, cause neither did the prof!"

Mwahahaha! Sometimes it pays to be a lazy, lazy bum. I love it!

Things I've done today:

1. Got back my Italian Test for "Lezione 11." I got an 88%...which is not great, but I'm still happy with.

2. Saw cute witty Nick in my class today. Didn't talk to him today, but looked at him...cause he's cute, duh! Our teacher was rambling on too much for me to say anything. And I wasn't sitting near him, cause I was sitting next to Michelle (haha, that was my fault, right michelle?)

3. Talked to Professor G. about shadowing that copy editor for a day. If you want to know about that, read this post. Haha, if you're reaaaaaaallllly that interested. Mr. G is helpful and cares for his students--and I love him for it.

4. Right now I'm doing homework. Well, kind of...right now I'm typing in this blog. I really do need to study though. I'll get right on that :)

sooooooooooo, that was a recap of the day...just wanted to right it down for me to look back on.

Ashley one and Ashley two

Here's the way I look at it:

There's two parts to Ashley (in all her glory): there's workaholic Ashley and then there's slacker Ashley.

Workaholic Ashley is a perfectionist. You have to use the right combination of colors and all that jazz.

Slacker Ashley is a lazy fucking bum who could just care less.

When you mix the two together (and shake) you get an awfully weird combination.

Example: My italian class starts in one hour. Workaholic Ashley says "You should do some extra reading to catch up with what you've missed. We need to get an A in this class! Get to it!"

Then Slcaker Ashley counters, "But doesn't a movie sound nice instead? Why go to class....SKIP IT! YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO!"

I'm sure we all have these little voices...or I'm just schitzophrenic. Yeah, that's probably the right answer.

I just want to go back to sleep. Cause obviously I'm sounding crazy.

I Wish I Could Sleep Monday Awaaaayyyyy!

My mind is numb today. I woke up at 8:21 this morning...just in time to slither out of my bed to go to 9:00am class. That meant no shower (sorry to the person sitting next to me!). And dude, there are two things that wake my grumpy ass up in the morning--showers (with my Vanilla body wash, yum) and coffee (with my French Vanilla creamer). Yeah, I love Vanilla.

So I got to class (only half the class showed up) and the professoressa yelled at us for being "dead" today. Give us a break woman! It's monday--and yes, I consider that an excuse. And at least we showed up...geez.

So now I'm back at my apartment, attempting to study, but that's not working so well. By now, I took my shower and drank my coffee, but my brain is protesting today.

Wake up brain! Wake up! Wake up! I have a lot to do today and you can't fail me now.

My bed looks so appealing right now....siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh.

Stupid Love!!!

Have you ever walked behind a couple holding hands and felt a twinge of jealousy? I've been doing that a lot lately. And that's bad--cause I don't want to be one of those girls... the girl that is desperate. I want to want a person--not simply want a boyfriend. Make sense?

I'm doing a good job at holding out for the right person, though. I've had opportunities to date people who've wanted to be with me...but I didn't want to be with them. It wasn't right, they weren't right.

And I'm not someone who opens up easily (when it comes to love and such).

And while I desire a relationship, I also feel too busy for one. Or maybe I'll make time for the right person.

I don't know what I'm blabbering on about! It's just hard, you know, when most of your friends have someone, and you don't. It gets in your head...you see all the cuddling and kissing (and fun stuff) and forget all the fights that go on in the background.

I don't know what I want. And I need to STOP watching movies on love...damn chick flicks.

FYI: I'm not sad, I'm not angry. I guess I'm just going through a phase where I wouldn't mind having someone to love...in that way.

What's funny about all the complaining in this post is that I'm a happy person. And the even funnier thing is that I don't know what I'm missing...I've only dated guys. No serious, long-term boyfriends for Ashley. So what am I complaining about?????

I DON'T KNOW!!! Maybe I'm PMSing...maybe girls use that excuse for too many things.

I want to be 5 again. It was so easy then. I wasn't as whiny. And guys weren't love objects yet.

Bush can't cross this line

Today was a good day at work. I was a lazy bum. What more can I ask for?

Sad to hear about the earthquake in Pakistan/India. But who didn't see that coming? Dude, that's like one of the worst earthquake zones ever.

But who am I kidding? If the southern part of the San Andreas Fault chooses to move...San Diego and Los Angeles are screwed!! We choose to ignore this fact. Damn asthenosphere!!

My geology teacher did bring up a REALLY good idea that I've overlooked before--Southern California is part of the Pacific Plate and not the North American Plate. All you suckers are under the rule of Bush, but technically...my part of California can succeed and choose a new President.

I think it's a good idea. We just need a new name for our new country. Come and live with me here...there will be no dumbasses permitted!!!!

On Mr. DeLay

Tom DeLay is an assssssssssssssssssssssssssssshooooooooooooooooole.



But you knew that. I just wanted to say it outloud.



And the cute guy I talked to--he is a Republican. But I can forgive him for his only fault. And he DID admit that Tom DeLay is a dumbassassholestupidstupidman. Or something to that effect.

Talking With the Cute Guy

So...I went to my professor's office hours today (a professor from over the summer), but alas, he wasn't there. So I was left with ALL this time before class.

I then decided to kind of wander the halls of the building until the start of Humanities. That's when I saw the realllllllllllly cute, witty guy from my next class reading a book.

My first thought: Well maybe I should just walk on by.

My immediate second thought: What the hell?! That's the stupidest idea I've heard, dumbass. Say hi to him! Say hi to him! You knooooooooow you want to!

So yeah, I did, to the effect of "You're here awfully early. Mind if I sit with you?"

And I did sit with him, and talked with him for like 30 minutes until class started.

Now it's time in the post for my excited boasting: I talked with the cute guy! I talked with the cute guy! Heck yeah! Go me! Go me!

Oh yeah, his name is Nick.

Ashley Needs to Study...instead of this nonsense!

I got this from hatleyman's site...who else? He is the craziest mofo out there, really.

Directions are: enter your name into Google followed by the word "needs," and record your top 5 funniest results.

In other words, enter "[your name] needs" If your name is John, enter "John needs" etc. You get it.Post your top fives in the comments or on your own blog.

So here are my (dun dun dun) 5 top results:

1. Ashley needs to be taught a lesson, cause Ashley needs to learn it's not a cakewalk in the WWE.

2. Ashley needs a crash course in gloom and doom.

3. Ashley needs to stop being a passive sperm receptacle for married men.

4. Ashley needs her butt kicked.

5. Ashley needs to be "more understanding as a female."

Reading all of those, I feel like I'm getting a whole bunch of orders all at once. But that was great...thanks hatleyman, for giving me a fun waste of time.

The 12th hour does cometh, and back to studying Ashley needs to go.

Lazy Woman's Paradise!!!!

I've been fabuslously lazy today. And it's been great.

First, I slept through my 9am class. It wasn't intentional, I swear. I just kinda forget to set my alarm. I think it was destiny.

I drove to my house today to get some work done in silence. Then I saw the T.V. in the livingroom. It called to me. Let me tell you, watching T.V. for two hours straight after not watching that sucker for like 2 months is a magical experience. Magical, I say!

I adoooooooooore being lazy sometimes...but you can't be lazy all the time, cause then it takes away the magic of it all. It's gotta come during the most busy weeks...kind of like the eye of the storm.

So...I'm back in the storm *siiiiiiigh*, but it was nice to have a short break and watch some trashy t.v.

Heck yeah!

Change for the Better (Finally)

I'm going to a social event tonight with a frat...we're going to batting cages. To be honest, I'm not particularly fond of fraternities in general...but there are always excpetions. Besides, the guy I dated last year was in a fraternity...so yeah, I can't talk.

But what's grrrrrrrrrreat is...if anyone hits on me a little too much, I've got a bat. Hahaha...don't mess with me asshole!

Just kidding, of course. Kind of.

Anyways...I'm just amazed with myself about how well things are going this week so far. I'm in control of everything, and that's a good feeling. And I've never been this busy before...IN MY LIFE. At first it was overwhelming...but I've finally realized that I'm not alone, and I can always have help. I think humans tend to forget that sometimes...we get prideful and refuse to ask for help, but a lending hand has been my saving grace.

Like last night, I was SO STRESSED out over money. The last thing I wanted to do was ask my dad for money...I HATE borrowing. I kind of broke down and said "I hate having to deal with this money situation!"

My dad asked, concerned, "What money situation?! If you're short on money just ask me for some!!"

"But I don't like to. I have a job now...I've just had so many expenses recently." I blabbered out.

"Then you can borrow now and pay me back later, that's final," said my dad.

I love my dad...and he's here to help. And I was being really prideful. Geez, if my kid was in need of money, I'd help 'em out too.

So...things are going better. I think I cracked a few smiles (gasp!). Last week there wasn't much smiling, so I like the change.

Took you Forever, 911!

So I was driving on the 15 tonight, heading back to State, you follow me? I see this HUGE accident. Seriously, I have this image of some poor unconscious person slouched on their steering wheel branded into my brain. There were 3 cars involved and it was just freaky. Plus, I've had it up to here with heraing about death and accidents (my uncle; a co-worker of mine got in an accident; a friend's friend died in a car accident this weekend).

So, I called 911 to report the accident. DUDE...It took like 5 to 7 minutes to get through. When the guy finally answered and asked "Can I help you?" I wanted to say, "yeah, you bastard, pick up the phone faster!"

If I had had an actual emergency...like a heart attack, I would have died already...ok well maybe I'm exaggerating, but you know what I mean.

Emergency line my ass.

Just the Facts, Please

Because I am a Journalism Major, people often ask me what kind of journalist I want to be. Just to clarify, I'm interested in print, not T.V.

To further explain this decision, let me tell you a conversation I was having with a customer at work.

Customer: What school do you go to?
Me: San Diego State.
Customer: Oh. What's your major, then?
Me: Journalism.
Customer: Wow! What an ambition. I'm a writer myself.
Me: Oh yeah? Cool.
Customer: So what kind of journalist do you want to be? Print or television reporter?
Me: Oh, print.
Customer: Good! You're not a prostitute!

Ha...that was a bit harsh at the time. But kind of true. People always inquire of me (and probably you too), "So what do you like more? Fox news or MSNBC?" My answer is neither. They are (to quote my customer) big ol' "prostitutes." It's all about fighting with each other for them...about who's right, about who has more ratings. They've sold their souls. What ever happened to being objective? People aren't objective, I know. But the method by which we choose to report should be objective.

When both MSNBC and Fox run ads for their channels that include American Jets and American Flags with slogans such as "Fair and Balanced," it just makes me mad. Is it fair to just give one side of a debate? Is it fair to just tell one side of a war? If you want to be a fair journalist...shouldn't you be getting both sides?

Surely you must UNPATRIOTIC if you ask Iraq's side of the story. Surely you must be against the country if you're not fully supporting the war (to go with the wise words of our smart president). After all, those channels need ratings, so they can't look unpatriotic. Now can they? Hey, a reporter has to make his g's, right? What, sacrifice money for being more objective? That's a crazy idea!

That's why I choose not to be a reporter on T.V., I've got morals, you know?

To live or not to live

My life has been a complete blur. It's no secret that I had a bad week in general last week. But there is one thing death does do, if anything good at all, it makes you appreciate life.

The day after my uncle died, I walked around campus and just payed attention to life: you know, the birds gliding in the breeze, the trees (which represent life themselves), people walking by and the clouds moving above. The tick tock nature of life is a humbling thing when observed.

Walking around, really noticing life, made me appreciate it so much more. It gave me a boost of confidence to live life to fullest--WHY did I spend a whole week complaining? What a fucking waste. I could have saved a small country with the energy I put into whining and worrying.

Yeah, and I know--those bursts of appreciation for life tend to come and go. But, losing another loved one in my life--that's a reality that will forever make me appreciate what I have. I am alive...and Uncle Paul won't let me forget that. The short 52 years he was alive...he lived, man. And I will too.