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Sunday, December 30, 2007
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cllliiiiiiiimb evvvvvery mouuuuuntain
waaaaaade evvvvvery streeeeeeeeam
so ya i just finished watching the sound of music. tear its so very beautiful. i adore that movie. and the songs are cute and simple and not overly sappy.
julie andrews used to be very very pretty
yeah so mister mike fuckabee (honestly, really bad last name to have).....if he by way of some miracle happens to become president........im leaving the effin country.
we caught mike huuuuuckabee
with his dick uppppp a bee
and then we asssked the man
"So, now, mike, what's your plan?
Will there be a marriage ban?
What are your thoughts on the
Insec-tual-i-ty"
and in other news
whats our world a comin to. apparently today in salt lake city there were TWO stabbings. in good clean little salt lake city!
and ahhhh
okay benazir bhutto.
so truthfully, the reason im kind of into this conflict is because my parents grew up in India, the neighbor and constant clash-wither of Pakistan. My mom and dad pretty much grew up with benazir bhutto. figuratively
but yeah. its terrible. we were on the cruise when we got the news....we turned on the tv and the first thing we heard was "benazir bhutto has been assasinated"
my dad moans "OHHH my GOOOOOOD"
its really sad. she was pakistans hope for reform, for relief from musharraf's military dictatorship....she was going to bring democracy to the country again! and democracy alone had the power to stop the way extreme islamism was controlling everyone's lives.
its....so sad. the elections are coming up, and with no one yet chosen to run in her place.....and then again, who will vote for anyone from her party other than her? they dont really know the other people, i think. she had something like a 64 percent approval rate in pakistan, with musharraf at only 46. and then she had to go and get herself killed.
well in reality thats kind of what she did. shes an incredibly courageous woman, everyone knows that. but there is a line between courage and stupidity. you can't save the country if your dead, and its not noble to get yourself killed if you could have saved the country. thats why i really hate the way that society over-glorifies courage. if given a choice, fuckin save yourself..... i mean, when she returned to pakistan something like a month ago and hundreds of people were killed in a bomb that was aimed at her, i was suprised that everyone wasnt pissed off at her. In this situation though, i do think it was totally necessary..... i mean, she had to return....first step towards reform.
but she KNEW that people wanted to kill her.
*sigh* i dont really know. im not trying to blame her....but still....we lost a great woman.
and apparently she had previously written that if anyhting happened to her, it was musharrafs fault, because he hadnt provided her with adequate security.
maybe........ the guys definetly scared now.....
hopefully her hubbie knows a little something about politics.
aight so new years resolutions.......
1. science project
(AHHHHHHH! I HAVENT STARTED ON PRETTY MUCH ANYTHING)
2. raise money for new york Model United Nations nationals in march
(AHHHHHHH! AGAIN, HAVENT STARTED)
3. stop procrastinating
4. eat healthier. more veggies.
5.wear my rubber bands.... i have to get these things off someday....:(
6. relax, have fun, forget my stupid motha.
the cruise was tight. we played tons of ping pong....which i must say i am getting real good at ..... i can beat my dad now!
and we ate TONS of DELICIOUS food.
i mustve gained 20 pounds or so.
we even played shuffleboard......
ooh one of the stops was ensenada, mexico, and i actually used my spanish in the flea market, to buy a starfish! you have no idea how exciting it was! haha
yeahhh
so you gonna do anything special for new years?
when r u coming back?
amor y paz en la tierra!
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Friday, December 07, 2007
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What are you so afraid of?
Why won't you look me in the eye?
Why are you so unwilling
To show anyone that you cry?
Why do you lay down before her heavy, monstrous, ugly, feet
Why can't you find the stars among the sheets of pouring sleet?
What are you so afraid of?
When love's up in your face
Why can't you show these special ones
How much you admire their grace?
You're so scared of falling
That you don't even try to stand
Why can't you feel my body calling
For the warmth of your hand.
Why can't you speak your mind without
Putting everyone to sleep
Why can't you have charisma
And gain attention you want to keep
Why are you so closed up all the time?
And why are you so selfish?
Why are the only tears that leave your eyes
Procured by your own pain.
Why are you so afraid
to think outside the lines?
THat have been etched and deepend for years
Within your frightened mind?
Why are you so afraid to accept?
And so afraid to question
The only ones who count in this world
Are the ones who don't fear redemption.
As we choose what genes we want to continue
The blood to pump through our children
We indirectly know
What sill stop where, when, and why
And we decide not to try.
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Tuesday, December 04, 2007
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okay, like i dont know if something is wrong with me...
but i absolutely positively cannot stand it when people read their work out loud in creative writing class. i get those chills all over my body, the kind that make you want to wriggle out of your own skin because you are so disgusted.
and i honestly think id be fine if the work they were reading wasnt so....ugh. its not that its BAD because some of it could be fantastic if only i were READING it rather than hearing it, but some of their work is so....UGH.
okay so ill explain. in creative writing class, we dont write short stories or creative essays or ANYTHING. we get a prompt each day, and we have to write something profound (ly fucked up) . it can be a poem, yeah. but still, its just so STUPID, because with these prompts, you get a billion kids all forcing them selves to be profound and ending up sounding like whiny, cheesy, disgusting ....crap.
i know im being mean. some of it would be SO much better if only we werent REQUIRED to read out loud eight times a quarter. aka if we read each others work instead of listened to it. like i said before.
i hate reading out loud. i feel like im ruining the whole point of whatever i wrote. i think that you can only get the real voice of the piece if you
a. have it read to you by a very gifted reader
b. read it for yourself.
so yeah...
lol thats my bitch rant for today
anyways.... in memory of mrs. bernritter.
she was truly a person who lived her life to the fullest and loved every moment of life. i dont think she died with any regrets, and thats the way to go.
:)
i shallt call thee ruthie, very very soon. ive just been so busy the whole week. whew. but vry happy. and im sooooo happy that you finally realized how kickass socca is! :D
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