Studying

I have an incredible aversion to studying.

Terrible terrible...

In fact, as you'll see in the time stamp, I should be asleep, and I should have finished studying several hours ago. And yet... I have note even begun. I know the material, I suppose, but the longer I postpone sleep, the more trouble I'll have recalling the information I collected whilst in class.

I hope I get an A.

Blogging... In General.

Popular media likes to play up the concept of blogs and "blogging."

Like, "ANYONE can spread their message! Blogging is a grassroots revolution in news making and the spread of ideas, it fuels globalization!" That's a made up quote, but I don't really feel like it's an exaggeration of what the news channels and books about blogging are actually saying.

They haven't noticed, or simply ignore the fact that one needs a massive reader base to get their "message" out. Be it everyday ramblings about their life, political views, general news, celebrity gossip, or information on the way someone lives their life (like a soldier's wife's blog, or someone studying overseas). They have to update often and well, to retain their reader base

The MAJORITY of "bloggers" are people like me. People with little to no readers regardless of content. It becomes more and more difficult everyday. Especially for someone like me, specifically, because I really don't have anything interesting to say. I don't write about interesting things, and I don't lead an especially interesting life. I could write about all of my problems, and the drama that surrounds me every day. But that would not only demoralize my character, but would also dwarf the gravity of these problems. "Here is a painful memory, and/or event. I'd like to talk about it, but only with strangers. I'm also going to write about it... Writing it will make you able to empathize with my specific problem, even though you don't know me, or the people around me." But I lead such a fortunate life that writing about my "problems" would make me hate myself!

I understand that a lot of people don't have people to talk to, and need an outlet for their issues, but I do have people to talk to, and it undermines the friendships I hold dear.

In essence, a blog, for people like me, is really about jotting things down. You're bored and you have something you'd like to say, or you're feeling creative and need an outlet. Or something bizarre happened (or you have a "bizarre" thought), but you can't call anyone because it's incredibly late and you can't wake them up for something so silly and insignificant. But it HAS to be said!

So this is for people like me, who lead uninteresting, but otherwise good lives, and who blog because they simply can.

Last night I had a dream where I lied about something and did it really horribly. I wonder what anxieties about my ability to lie says about me as a person...

La Roux

I bought her self-titled album.

I like it.

Could I ever have hair like that?  NO!  I'm so not rad enough.  I have a round chin, but a square head. CURSE MY MIXED RACE DNA!  A genetic nightmare.

I'll live vicariously through rad electronica music, and dream of rad flock of seagulls hairdos with wild colors.

But pretty soon, I'll have crazy long hair, and wear it like a viking.

Future me is rad as FECK!

But I'll probably end up looking more like this:

Images courtesy of "internet"

Also, this is my future with Teej:

Just throw in some kung-fu shoes and maracas.

The future is RAD.

Cats love to poop!

So I have two cats. Killer and Baxter.

Baxter is about 10 years old and Killer is probably around half his age.
Both are relatively cute.

But you see, Baxter is also horrible.

He's territorial, and frightens Killer so much at times, that she "evacuates" all waste, wherever she might be.

This includes my parent's brand new white couch.  Why they would even fathom getting a white couch for my dirty family to sit on is beyond me.

It gets used excessively in that my little sisters spend literally their entire time at home on it, and switch between shows about teen psychics and haunted homes, and CSI:  Miami and Vegas.  If Teej and I want to watch a movie, it's the end of the goddamn world because one of my little sisters shouts: "I NEVER GET TO WATCH TV." "I'VE BEEN WAITING TO WATCH TV ALL DAY." "YOU ALWAYS WATCH TV." 

For the record, I don't like watching TV, and if I'm even at home, I'm resigned to my room doing awesome things like awrts and cwafts, and day dreaming, and thinking up movie ideas (hoping to execute them after getting AN EXTERNAL HARD DRIVE), and doing science, and if I'm having an exceptionally good day: playing video games. I'm not looking forward to their summer vacation, let's put it that way.  I do love The Mentalist though.  I can talk all damn day about The Mentalist.  Only, they keep saying Simon Baker's blonde, but he very clearly has red hair.  I wonder WHY.  Society, accept beautiful red hairs and LOOK AT HIS FACE.  "Chiseled by angels" as my cousin would say.

Oh yes, this was a story about cat poop.

Simon Baker takes me places, let's just say that.

So after my eldest sister "Crispy" [The Social Worker and Paragon of Sisterhood] became fed up with cleaning the cushions on the couch, she stormed up to me and said:  "The cats WILL STAY OUTSIDE, I'M TIRED OF CLEANING SHIT."
You can't argue with something like that.  Especially when I start dry heaving at the sight or smell of fresh cat excrement.  So all I could say was: "Baxter is fragile."

Now, I don't like Baxter.  But for some reason he follows me around and sleeps with me, so I have to feed him and change his litter.  We have a tumultuous relationship, but it kind of feels like he's my familiar when he follows me around everywhere, except when he tries running through my legs while I'm walking up the stairs.  People, you don't know the meaning of "HULK, SMASH" until your life is in danger and it's you or kitty.

But Crispy conceded to my sterling argument and bought two types of kitty REPELLENT.  It doesn't solve the problem of Baxter being the worst cat in the world, but at least she won't have to pick up Killer's poop off the white couch anymore.

One is called "Pet Organics: No Stay!  Furniture spray for cats."  Not only does it not work, but Killer actually found the smell to be pleasant.   "Oh how soothing."  She emotes.   

So we bring in the heavy duty stuff.  Killer sniffs it and says "Um, no no." and runs away.  Bingo.

I spray the next stuff on the couch: "Boundary: indoor/outdoor cat repellent pump spray. Helps keep dogs away too!"  It's on, and I'm like PEW! Then "OH GOD. OH-OH GOOOODDD!"
"It came in a wave"  Teej says.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!"  Says me.
"Hmmm...  Well, on that note, time to leave!"  And he bolts.  As I'm typing this, I can smell it from about 20 feet away.  My lungs hurt and I'm pretty sure much of it is in my nasal passage.

So I look at the bottle "HAZARD TO HUMANS AND DOMESTIC ANIMALS."


It turns out this shit is HIGHLY TOXIC.  "ENVIRONMENTAL HAZARD, DO NOT APPLY DIRECTLY TO WATER." 

What!?

The horrible smell is still there, but considering it's now a "human repellent" too, maybe I can get my little sisters to finally play outside.

That's the moral to the story I guess.

Use horrible, harsh chemicals to keep all living things at bay.  This way, you can get loved ones away from awful television shows.

In Soviet Russia, bad jokes... are bad jokes.

Fashion

So is it totally unfashionable to post twice in one day?

I'm writing a list of all the things I can do throughout the day, so I don't sleep in all the time.  Having nothing to do is awful.  Truly awful.

But also, Teej comes home tomorrow, and this is extremely exciting.  He got to visit all his Scandinavian family in Chicago Land or something.  I don't have Scandinavian family to visit.  I'm just the girlfriend right!

Just wait, when Teej and I get murried, he's going to have a bunch of Cuban family to visit.  Thanks to H'Obama, we can all go like a big beautiful family, and he can see the glorious pristine Cuban beaches and monster crabs that plague the streets.  Crab Battle.

Blogs

My BEST friend started a blog about how much I suck.  If I knew where to find it, I would link it.

Something about sucking knuckleballs.  A baseball term, but it was pretty funny at the time.

"Stiffany Suxx"

Especially when you're eating Taco Bell.

Maybe someday I'll have an interesting thing to say on this blog. 
 

110mph, 7 am, up 485, XM 51, goood times.

I remember when people were happy to work at IKEA... Now they have an attitude and my useless stuff buying experience is marred.

I had a friend named Air when I was 15. When his fished died, I got him a new one and named him Wind.

I like to go to makeup and body care stores and using every sample available and never buy anything. At Sephora, i used about $100 worth of makeup. real talk.

Alone at school again. Soaking in the beautiful weather and eating a tragically watery sandwich.

When people don't mention your haircut, in my experience, it's usually because they don't have anything good to say about it.

Apocalypse, NAO!

Yeah, after that last post I found a bunch of books the US GOVERNMENT wrote on the effects of nuclear blasts and survival guides on nuclear, chemical, or biological attacks.
I must AQUIRE them.

Here's my post-apocalyptic survival book list (Take note, I haven't actually read any of them yet, but as I get to them, I'll review them... since you know, I live in a nuclear wasteland and can test the practicality of each book.):

• U.S. Armed Forces Nuclear, Biological And Chemical Survival Manual, by Dick Couch

• Emergency Food Storage & Survival Handbook: Everything You Need to Know to Keep Your Family Safe in a Crisis, by Peggy Layton

• Crisis Preparedness Handbook: A Comprehensive Guide to Home Storage and Physical Survival, by Jack Spigarelli

• How to Survive the End of the World as We Know It: Tactics, Techniques, and Technologies for Uncertain Times, by James Wesley Rawles

• Effects of Nuclear Earth-Penetrator and Other Weapons, by the Committee on the Effects of Nuclear Earth-Penetrator and Other Weapons and the National Research Council

• The effects on humans of world-wide stratospheric fallout from a nuclear war and from nuclear tests by Charles Shapiro

• NUCLEAR WAR SURVIVAL MANUAL, PROTECTION IN THE NUCLEAR AGE by FEMA

• Nuclear Emergency: How to Protect Your Family from Nuclear Radiation, Fallout and Terrorism by Ken Larson

PFFFFT.

There's like a billion more, but really, unless you have a specialty in nuclear science and live near a well stocked bomb shelter, you're pretty much done for.

Apocalypse NOW!

Not that I've seen the movie.

But I need to find more books on post-apocalyptic scenarios!

They tend to be very good... You know, all two of the ones I've read (The Road, and Z is for Zachariah). But post apocalyptic movies, which I've seen more of comparatively, tend to be interesting at worst, although typically stupid regardless. I can't properly enjoy them without some scientific explanation. A good, thorough scientific explanation as to why everyone, but (this guy) and (this guy) and maybe (these people), are still alive, and why the hell everyone is suddenly remarkably dangerous. And by "good" I mean scientifically plausible. This thing should be comparable to The Zombie Survival Guide. Maybe the chance that either of those scenarios would actually happen is nil, I would still like to lay in comfort knowing that I may be prepared.

That's a half joke though, I think stories become really really amazing when they allow the laws of the natural world to limit their creativity. I believe that under pressure, an artist can make something really really amazing. They're usually lackadaisical and tend to require a considerable amount of prodding and threatening to make anything worthwhile. The shackles of the scientific world are definitely good at that, but an artist would also instantly gain my respect if they too respected the laws of nature by doing intensive research on the subject matter.

Like a Nuclear Winter. [It's a proper noun now.]

It seems like Metro 2033 is the only book I know of where the majority of people retain at least some form of civility. Besides the Fallout video game series [which is possibly a book series], but a video game without safe places or allies would seem boring to me, so its fine in that department, although Fallout has major problems in other areas.

For example, I've seen Blast From the Past about a dozen times at least, and I'm pretty sure Christopher Walken mentioned that nuclear fallout usually dissipates after 30 yeeaars... after 200 years either everything that ever was should be gone [cram, sugar bombs, nuka-cola (basically all food manufactured prior to bombing), Rivet City(especially)] or people should have their shit together already.
And if Moriarity and Tenpenny could cross the atlantic all the way from the UK to D.C. [which implies that at least some vehicles work] I think things are going pretty well everywhere else.

You know what, none of this matters, I'm just bored and I'm craving another post-apocalyptic book to read.

Jacksons Java is this really amazing coffee shop with a great atmosphere, where lots of students go... To sit separately and never speak to one another.

Communist Melk and The Chocolate Manifesto

Is what I'd like my band name to be... if I were musically talented.

Why Communist Melk and The Chocolate Manifesto? Well for one, it would actually be spelled "Milk" considering I'm not from the mid-west, but I like spelling things the way they [sometimes] sound. Taylor and I like to use the term CM = Chocolate Milk. You know, CM in the QC [Queen City]. It's cute, don't judge. But the other day I finally got around to reading the Communist Manifesto for my History of Modern Germany class. Not that Taylor was bugging me, but usually one takes at least moderate interest in what their significant other is interested in. And guess what, I enjoyed it.


This piece makes you wanna get up and fight. If you haven't read it already, go ahead and do so, because I don't think one can grasp the true concept of "revolution" until you read something like this:


"The Communists disdain to conceal their views and aims. They openly declare that their ends can be attained only by the forcible overthrow of all existing social conditions. Let the ruling classes tremble at a Communistic revolution. The proletarians have nothing to lose but their chains. They have a world to win. "


It's some pretty heavy stuff, but even if you're totally against it, it's important to know what the people who are going to overthrow you truly stand for.


That was a half joke. Considering I only know one communist. Maybe two, but you can never be too sure with those Reds.


So, am I a communist? I'm not sure. I'd feel uncomfortable just saying that considering I haven't read anything else by Marx OR Engles, and I have a strong personal belief that you shouldn't put yourself behind anything you don't know enough about. So although I like a lot of socialist/ communist concepts I still consider myself moderate. But I'm definitely against Capitalism. I guess I can talk about why in a later post. I'm technically at work, and technically supposed to be working.


I'm also tired of people saying, "It looks good on paper, but it could never work IRL." I just wanna say: "First of all, how do you know that? Greed afflicts every kind of political/social system, nothing is ever exempt from human error." But it predominantly bothers me because it implies that humans are incapable of accomplishing anything that requires us to share with one another. I abhor the thought that we can't rise above greed and laziness.


If you haven't made the connection already, Chocolate Milk and the Communist Manifesto have the same initials. inspiring.


Here's the Communist Manifesto for whoever is interested in learning for the sake of learning.