Dallas, baby haircuts

I know I probably diss Texas more than I talk good about it, but I must say, it's major cities are awesome.

Especially Dallas. Not only does it have amazing shopping areas, but it also has the best food in the northern central area of the state.

When we went Saturday we had lunch at this place called Babe's which serves home style country food like chicken fried steak, fried chicken, and pot roast. The servings are heroically large, and you get free refills on all of the sides which are cream of corn, mashed potatoes and gravy, and the best green beans you will ever consume. This place is so great that Texas Monthly put it on the cover of their magazine.

For dinner we ate at a pizza place called Grimauldi's which had this cool "white pizza" which was pizza with garlic and mozzarella and no sauce, and whatever toppings you wanted. The place had a very chic atmosphere.

Shopping wise we visited Sam Moon's which is this giant lady's accessory and luggage store. I got a much needed belt there, and if I ever need a purse, I'm definitely making that place my first stop.

If for some awful reason I don't get accepted to an out of state university, Dallas will be a place to consider for college.

Oh yeah, while in Dallas I found the most awesome CD on the planet: The best of Blondie!!!

My life is complete now. Well, you know what I mean. My weekend was great, and to top it off, Steven, my baby brother got his first haircut! I'm not in any of these pictures because I was the one with the camera :P

One week

So the first week of school is officially OVER. Thank Buddha.

So far, my maths class is the bomb. I actually understand things, and I don't feel uncomfortable at all around the teacher because she reminds me of this old lady that I know. I don't know if I'm going to struggle throughout the rest of the year, but I hope that with this good start I won't struggle too bad.

I'm going to be super overachiever girl this year by doing Debate, Academic Decathalon, Art Club, TAB, BPA, and maybe Z- Club if I pass the interview.

And although I'm participating in all of these, I'm not doing as much as Lulu, who wants to go to Yale, and is totally overloading herself. If she really wanted to go to Yale, she would have transferred to All Saints, the super posh private school with nothing but Ivy bound kids.

Not that I wouldn't love to go to an Ivy, but I'm going to be honest here. There is no way in heck I'm going take out that many loans just to get a degree in Philosophy. But that's just me, and I don't know, but spending 10 years after college paying off loans just doesn't seen too appealing to me.

The freshmen this year.... Suck. And I wondered if I was this bad, so I asked the one person who was sure to be honest with me. Yes. I did. It's not healthy, but he was the only one who wouldn't reply with "OMG Lizzi ur so awesome! I love you! See ya later lil one!"

Ok, so maybe he would have said some of that, but he was honest in his response, which was much appreciated. So I asked him:

And he replied:

I think he was pretty accurate in describing my freshman essence. And it was a bit positive, I mean, he did say "wonderfully large" when describing my ego... Also, even if I did suck, I had a "but" which translates into: my suckage was justified in some way.

Let's play count the Prego chicks!

Oh my. There are so many pregnant girls at my high school it's not even funny. I think I counted 7 today, and that's not counting the ones who might have already dropped out. BUDDHA.

Is it that hard to keep you crotch closed? Is it that hard to make you're boyfriend wear a friggin condom?

One of the guys on AcaDec got a girl pregnant over the summer. Shoot me now.

It's ridiculous that this is happening. It's ridiculous that this is considered "normal" now, and there are very little social stigmatisms about this.

An old friend of mine Sam got pregnant last year by a senior who has now graduated and left for college, and she's currently a sophomore. I hate to say this, but if she hadn't been sleeping around and acting like a slut, this would have never happened.

My legs are staying closed, because none of the boys at my school know what a condom is, or it's function because ALL of the pregnancies were caused because the guy didn't wear a condom!

This is stupidity!

Freud, and then some morons.

My English teacher, (who is the bomb) changed up her syllabus from last year, instead of throwing us into Julius Caesar essays, she's letting us study the ever amazing and interesting Freud.

First let me start of by saying that my AP English 2 class knows nothing about Freud. They can't even say his name properly, let alone understand a paragraph of his work. We're given a packet based on his theory of the creative writer and fantasy and put in groups so we can answer a set of 15 questions.

I have had to do most of the work for my group because no one knows what the heck the question is talking about. Shoot me please. Just kidding. I just wish someone other than me at my school was into Philosophy other than some teachers.

Oh well. School has been going pretty well, even though I have about 10 pages worth of writing homework per day, but I think I can handle it.

I haven't been procrastinating whatsoever, and I've just been getting all of my work out of the way as soon as possible. Hopefully I'll keep it up throughout the year.

Oh yeah, this has nothing to do with what I was talking about before, but has anyone else other than me noticed all of the outrageously ugly plaid? I see it everywhere. It was ok, until everyone and their mom started wearing it. And in such ugly colors too!

Sorry if you wear plaid, but after you spend 3 days seeing nothing of it, you get sick of it.

Second Day Stress

Let me start off my stating something totally horrifying: I HAVE BAGS UNDER MY EYES.

Maybe it's due to to lack of sleep, maybe it's all the stress of having pages of homework on my first day, maybe it's because I just realized that if I mess up once, there goes the rest of my High School career.

It all started in Debate, where I was told by our new coach that we had a crap schedule, and might not be going to as many tournaments.

He stressed me, and told us all to think of ways to get money, and to look at grants, blah blah blah.

So of course, the first thing I go and do is look at the many different grants we could apply to, and view all of the ones we even had a chance of receiving. I found one. I did what Coach said, I found one, I read it over, and then I did something he didn't tell me to do. I freaked out.

How am I, a sophomore in high school, supposed to write a grant? I have no access to any of the information needed to apply to one, also if I'm not mistaken, you need to have some form of education higher than that of a sophomore in order to even remotely comprehend all of the legal things behind it.

So all day I'm freaking out, wondering how on earth we're going to come up with $4,000 or more, then I go to AcaDec and see my old coach Tina Fey(because, you know, she looks like her..)

It turns out all my freak out was for nothing because 1) The new coach doesn't know our full budget until September, and 2) we're having a tournament in October which should bring in about $2,000, and then one in the spring which should give us even more money.

So I'm no longer freaking out about money and grants and such, but that still doesn't change the fact that I have homework in almost every class, and there are bags under my eyes. For now, I'm going to listen to some Grizzly Bear and Sufjan Stevens, and not worry about anything other than my bags.

Actual First Day

Man! Does my back hurt or what?

I officially hate all the stairs my school has, and all of it's second flight glory. And I hate how scattered my schedule is. Five minutes to run across campus? Hah. Yeah right. More like fly, and hope you don't run into freshmen that get lost.

I took pity on Lane, that poor kiddo and showed him to his class and was almost late to Spanish 2.

Lunch was weird. This freshman boy, who looked like a 7th grader was staring at me. Like no lie. Full on staring. Oh well.

First day was great. I like all of my classes. Too bad I can't elaborate too much, I have to squeeze this in. I should be cleaning the kitchen but oh well.

SCHOOL WASN'T TOO BAD.

The Caps seemed necessary. Yes.

first day prediction

This will most likely be me, Monday. Hunched over my schedule because 1) I didn't bother to memorize my schedule and room numbers, and 2) I have this massive load of crap on my back. Hehe. 5 minute doodles are the bomb.

My mom. She's dating.

WHAT?

I get a call today from my mom, not only telling me that she's received the latest payment for my artwork, but that she wants to have dinner with me. She wants me to MEET SOMEONE SHE'S BEEN DATING.

My gosh. I knew it was going to happen eventually, I mean, my dad is already re-married, but my mom?

My cult following, stuffy, highly embarrassing, non-supportive mom? She actually found someone who hasn't 1) Run away screaming because she's tried to convert them into an Independent Fundamental Baptist, or 2) Run away screaming because she's so conservative.

WOW. What shocks me the most is the fact that music wise, travel wise, lifestyle wise, EVERYTHING wise, they have nothing in common. NOTHING.

I spent a whole awkward dinner talking about music while my mom gave Josh, her "boyfriend" dirty looks for talking about "Satan" music in front of me. WTF?!

He's ok I guess, her boyfriend. Early to mid 30's, born in India, schooled in London, college in New Jersey. Likes Radiohead, U2, Nickleback, Daughtry, the latter two I don't really like.

He's pretty stable too I guess... He's got a Master's degree in Computer Science...

This is just so disturbing. My mom. With a guy that listens to something that isn't classical christian music. He even has an Indian accent. Not that I have anything against Indians, I mean, I just never thought my mom would go for someone like that. He's just so eager. So ready to buy my approval and give me his CD's. No Lie. He told me I could have any of his CD collection that I wanted. I took some CD'S but I plan on returning them as soon as I put them on my iTunes account :P I don't want to be a creeper by taking his CD's even though he said I could have them.

UGH. The timing is just so awful. School starts Monday, and with all this NEW, I don't know if I can handle all of it. I know, it's just a guy, but I don't want him to hurt my mom, or my two younger sisters. I don't want them to get too attached only to watch him leave. Especially Stephanie, she's only 5. I don't know if she could handle him leaving. Young kids need stability.

Oh yeah, did I mention HE MOVED HERE?! Yeah, he's from like, LA or something. I don't know... WHY WOULD A GUY MOVE FROM LA TO EAST FRIGGIN TEXAS?! For my mom no less! He doesn't even attend church(which is a must for my mom)! He likes old school rock and Micheal Jackson!

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I don't know. I don't really know at all.

It's always the Secretary

Heaven help me, if I hear one more bit of news that the Debate team's Secretary is talking bad about me, I will go on a public ranting rage in that paper pusher's face.

So maybe it's the irrational anger talking, maybe it's the rational want for everything to go smoothly this Debate season, but our Secretary is not being the best Secretary he can be. He's unhappy, and tearing the team apart from the newly formed seams.

When we decided on officers, he said he was happy that I was president, and even eluded to the fact that I would have won if we had an election, yet he incessantly runs off complaining about every little non-issue he can think of. He wanted a "higher" position on the team? NEWS FLASH. The secretarial position is one of great responsibility. The Secretary is just as important as the Treasurer. The Secretary is the one who does all the dirty work.

When he was "debating" his position, he said he wanted to be the person to make all the phone calls, and organize events. NEWS FLASH #2. That's what a Secretary does.

Now he's trying to say that we need the new coach involved, NEWS FLASH #3. The new coach doesn't know us, and only met us once, so why on earth would he be involved in our officer predicament. He's also complaining to all of the graduated varsity members, and people who have left the debate team, and they come and tell me everything he says.

It's sad, when Jacob, the guy who made last year hell for me has to defend my case when Mr. Secretary complains and talks bad about me. I'm glad Jacob spoke up in my defense, but I'm capable of standing up for myself. What bothers me is the fact that this BOY isn't MAN enough to say these things to my face so I can defend myself.

I am President, and should be because I am dedicated. I put in extra hours for Debate, I've been to all meets in the season other than two, and one was because I had an art competition that day. I'm the most successful remaining member on the team, and as of last year and this year I have the most points in the system.

Also, my charm and wit must have had something to do with it :P KIDDING.

But I digress. Maybe one day, Mr. Secretary will speak his opinions of me to my face, until then, I don't care about him. He better do his job, OR ELSE.

Apparently, Nietzsche is too controversial for my school.

Meet the teacher day. The phrase is one most hated and avoided in my house.

Since I'm not an only child, we had to visit 3 different campuses for meet the teacher day. First off was Stephanie the kindergartner. Hers was easy because we only had to go to one classroom and meet one teacher. Oh the simplicity, and how I miss it dearly.

Then next was Kimberly the 7th grader. She had a whole list of classes to visit, and we stopped by each and every single one of the classes. I ran into one of my old teachers Coach Roberts. He's the bomb. When he was my teacher, we had this ongoing bit about secret unicorn assassins, and I would hide out in his room at random times from the unicorn assassins who had universal licences to kill. Fun times.

Then we had lunch at the local Chinese restaurant. Yums Chicken and Green beans. Delicious. It's such a tiny and quaint little place too.

Then it was my school that was left for last to tackle. Oh the stairs. My high school consists of many buildings, many rooms, and many stairs.

We divided my schedule by area, tackling the older part of the school first. I met my AP art teacher, and got to see her new room, and got talked to in Spanish by my new Spanish 2 teacher.

All I could answer in was "Que?!"

Then I met my new debate teacher. HE'S THE BOMB ALSO! First impressions mean everything, and of course my first impression of him was: This guy has bad timing.

He wasn't in his room when we came by, so of course I checked Theatre to see if he was in there, and I ended up having to get Mr.G, the theatre director to go find him in the bathroom. How wonderful. I hope he washed his hands before I shook them.

Overall, he's pretty cool, he's a LDer, like myself, and has the cool college cafe nerd suaveness going for him. Nice black framed glasses.... youngish... Mary Callendar, my big sister in debate who left me for college is going to need a picture to sample.

Overall, I'm happy with all my teachers, they seem like the bomb (how many times have I used this word?).

There was one thing that I thought was, for the lack of a better word, stupid. I was warned not to wear my "Why Kant you see that life is Pietzsche" shirt. WTF? It's a regular t-shirt with an intelligent little joke on it.

Apparently, since it refers to Nietzsche, who in himself is quite controversial, I can't wear it. Screw the "man" I'll wear it anyways. My shirt is a lot more appealing than the "gangsta" shirts floating around our society. If they have a problem with it, they'll have to come with a better reason for me not to wear it other than, "The old dead man on your shirt was once controversial, and even though most teens your age don't know who he is, we still think you shouldn't wear that because, by golly, he did write something that claimed God is dead!"

SCHOOL. MONDAY. EARLY. BLARGH. Oh well. It can't be that bad.

From the deepest part of my shallow heart.

A little doodle of the thing I told Root when he ambushed me on Facebook chat.

He mentioned something about sticking up for me and telling someone off who was talking bad about me. I suspect that that someone is one of 2 unhappy people on the Debate team. Oh well. Screw whomever that was.

Anyways, so far the chemical straightener is doing great. No frizz, no curl. It's amazing. I wonder how long it's going to last though....

Tomorrow is meet the teacher day. Oh joys. I can't wait. Then Friday I have an eye exam. I can't wait. Just another appointment with a doctor who is going to tell me that my eyesight has gotten even worse. Oh the wonderful advantages of nearsightedness! Not.

Then starting next Monday is school! People! Crowds! Boys with sagging pants that give you the urge to pants them! Nothing makes me happier than waking up at 5:30 and getting to school at 6:50 for drivers ed!

I need one of those nifty coffee cups with the cool seal-able lids.

new hair?

I got a new hair cut, and I also got my hair chemically straitened.

Why? I got my hair chemically straitened in the vain hope that it won't get frizzy during humid weather. So far it's pretty good... Let's see how long that'll last.

Hate is a strong word

Celery, if I haven't said this before, is my rock. He's got my back. He had my back today.

For those of you who don't know, Jacob, the douche who almost made freshman year suck for me, Jacob, the former president of the Debate team who has caused me much emotional confusion, re-added me on FBook.

Again. After I've deleted him multiple times. He caught me off guard on FBook chat. Luckily, I was talking to Celery at the time, so I was able to vent to him, and manage to not rage at Jacob and all of the confusing things he said to me.

If you've forgotten all the turmoil he's put me through, just search "Jacob" in that little search box above the fish. I don't see how anyone can throw around I love you's and walk away non committed to anything, anyone.

Whenever he compliments me, I don't feel happy or better about myself. I always end up angry/confused/wary. He's too good to be true. He's a flaky flip flopper. I don't care if he says I'm smart and beautiful. I'm sure he says that to tons of girls.

He's leaving Tuesday for college in Ohio to major in Philosophy and Theology. We're so alike, but so different.

After a good length of conversation he bid me goodnight. I told him to forget about me. He thought I was joking.

It would be so much easier if he just forgot about me and found a new girl to shower with suspiciously too nice compliments. Maybe she'll actually give into him, and say everything I never wanted to say.

I don't hate Jacob, I hate the way he is.

God is an Alien?

Haven't you ever wondered if all the stories in the bible, all of the sightings of God were just ways people back then coped with aliens?

Giving orders
Talking lightening
Bright lights
Flying Chariots
Leaving, but promising to return one day

I'm sure you guys have heard of the isolated islands in the pacific that the U.S. took over to build air bases on.... The people there were so isolated that when they saw air crafts they were fascinated. They were even more excited when the men inside the "flying birds" brought them corned beef and other food and cargo. However, after WWII the U.S. abandoned those air bases and just left the islanders abruptly. The island priests claimed that the men inside the airplanes were their ancient ancestors come to provide for them. They built wooden idols that looked like the planes in hope to summon back the planes, and the food that came with it. They based a whole religion off of it.

So you can see where man could come to conclusions about a higher power in order to explain things that are out of the ordinary.

All of the pictures on cave walls and statutes that look remarkably like astronauts, or aliens. Petroglyphs of exact same things on the other side of the world.

I don't know. Just something to think about. Watch some History Channel :)

Lock me in

Last night was my local library's annual teen lock-in! Last year it was great, this year it was also pretty great.

We had fun running through the library screaming, giggling, talking on the loud PA. We even took turns pushing each other in our beloved creaky wheel chair.

Oh what fun there is to be had in the library after hours! The night was spent well, and I payed for it today. When I got to my grandparent's house I crashed till around 6pm when I finally woke up. Then I had a cheeseburger. Yum.

We had some new girls come, some were awesome, some were not so... awesome. One in particular who recently started going out with the most volatile boy in the area. They were all mushy, exchanging "I love you sososooo much babe." texts every 30 seconds even though they've only been going out for less than a week. Gag me. Now. When I told her I thought her boyfriend was moody and not my type, she demanded in a very whiny way why I thought that. Ugh, maybe it's because he doesn't fit my list of very high standards, or maybe it's because HE'S A CREEPER.

Oh well, other than her, everyone's company was thoroughly enjoyed :)

While in the staff room I found a bunny head, which we used while playing hide and go seek. It was a bit creepy though.

While exploring the bookbinding room we found tons of colorful papers, and I picked up a yellow one and made a paper hat. Lovely right? We also received our "I survived the library lock-in" T-shirts we designed!! It's a hand coming out of a vortex in a book. Bekka, also known as MRoS and I designed it together. We are the bomb. The t-shirts were a big hit :)

More Bang, Less Buck

Today I went thrift shopping again, but this time with Bekka, better known as MRoS! We stopped by a local secondhand thrift store by the name of Hope's Closet, and it's sister store Hope's Closet 2.

There, we found some awesome steals and great buys. I found a navy blue dress with white polka dots which was cut in a cute early 60's style, a pastel ruffle pink shirt to go with my floral cotton skirt I got last time, two giant purse bags, and a shirt with large dots on it and a pair of new slacks(do I need any more dress pants?!).

Also while at the stores I stumbled across a treasure book wise: Hardcover Britanica volumes on Philosophy!! There were so many, but I only grabbed three of them. I bought vl. 42 Kant, vl. 35 Lock, Berkley, Hume, and vl. 54 Freud. I'm so happy!! Yet even more books to add to my ever growing Philosophy collection!






















We wore our dresses out shopping, because quite frankly where else were we going to wear them? I wore my floral orange/white dress, and she wore her sunshine yellow dress:) Unfortunately, the second picture came out blurry.... oh well, it was taken with Bekka's phone.

I thoroughly enjoyed today's shopping trip, now all I need to do is come up with an event to wear my new navy polka dot dress to.

601, a large number indeed

It's my 601st post already? Wow.

Today I again went through my yearly ritual of making promises to myself to not procrastinate and make higher grades in school.

I don't know why, but I just do it. I always feel like I have to hype myself up to assure myself that I will indeed be ready for the school year.

The only thing I'm really worried about, as I've stated before, is Math. Math and I have a rocky relationship. This year I know that I'm going to need extra help, so I plan on talking to my parents about a tutor. My grandparent's have a friend who is a Maths professor at UT (a super awesome university in Texas) and he's offered to tutor me if I need any extra help understanding things.

I don't see why Math is so hard for me. All of my classes are honor classes EXCEPT for math. I excel in everything EXCEPT math.

Oh well. As long as my grade is a B or higher, I'm good. I was lucky enough to get a B average last year in math.

Also, I just recently found out that I had to read A Tale of Two Cities for AcaDec over the summer. Oops. I bought the book, and I'm confident that I'll be able to finish it before the 24th. Wish me luck!

Lady President

I am the Debate team's president!! Well, for now that is. We still need to have our confirmation meeting with the new coach, but between the team, as of today, I am Lady President.

YES.

Victory could not have come at a better time.

I met the new novice debate kids, and I think all of the varsity members succeeded in overwhelming the noobies.

I'm so excited! I have big plans for this year!

Saturday, Sunday

So I've been busy busy busy. Saturday was my baby brother Steven's birthday party. Bekka, better known as MRoS came also, and got to witness the fiasco that is my family. Also, my grandparents' neighbore's horse stepped on my toe :/ Other than that, it was a pretty cool party. I made these super awesome bubble snakes, which were a big hit with all the little kids, especially Steven. Aren't they cool?

Sunday was family day. My dad drove us to Garland Texas, which is on the outskirts of Dallas. We went to one of the outside shopping centers to eat lunch and go book shopping. After a lot of aimless driving around, we picked an "authentic" Brooklyn pizzeria. It was good, but for the price, my family and I weren't impressed. After the ok pizza, we went to Half Price Books and Music, which is by far the best second hand book store in Texas. Everytime I go there I find the best books. On this visit my dad bought me four books, two of which were Philosophy books. Go figure :) I also got Atget's Paris, and Cybele's Secret. I had already read Cybele's Secret, but it was such a good book I had to buy it! It's too bad they didn't have it's prequel Wildwood Dancing.

QUicky

Ack! since when did my life get so busy? School is approaching and new meetings are coming up and such, and I still need to go shopping for more school stuff....

My dad bought me some awesome books today, but I'm out of time, so I'll elaborate tomorrow hopefully!

School Shopping Amongst Other Things.

Today started off as an early day for me. I was woken up around 8am, took out the trash, got dressed, and set out for a day spent on the road.

My baby brother Steven just recently turned 1 and is having a party on Saturday, so we had to pick up food and everything else.

Then we headed off for Tyler, a nearby town with a great shopping center. My step mom had some business to do in town concerning the Chamber of Commerce, so after she finished she took us to a nearby Goodwill where we made some excellent deals!

I picked up a pair of jeans, and orange undershirt, and a really cute cotton floral print skirt! I also scored some really awesome slacks for Debate! One dark blue, the other black.

Another cool find, courtesy of my stepmom was a spacious black leather backpack type bag which will most likely be used to haul around my books and other things for Debate. The best part though, was the fact that the bag was in mint condition!

Anyways, after we left GW, we headed for the mall where I shopped at Wet Seal and Sears. I was hoping that Hot Topic would have some Harry Potter shirts on sale, but alas, they didn't. I picked up a bunch of stuff, and I made some sets on Polyvore to show you guys two of my outfits I have. I would have made more sets, but I'm lazy :P

new debate stuff by Bookish.Spazz featuring Debenhams jackets

This is one of my Debate outfits. I got this really cool yellow undershirt, but I couldn't find one on Polyvore that matched it exactly, but oh well, you get the idea! The shoes I have are that exact same style, but the brown is actually gray on my shoes. I really wanted to follow Alex's advice and get a blue suit, but we couldn't find the exact cut of suit we wanted in blue... however, I am keeping my eyes open, in hope of finding it! For now, I'll just have to deal with the blue slacks I bought.

Scholarly by Bookish.Spazz on Polyvore.com

I'm really excited about the moccasin shoes I found at Wet Seal! They were exactly what I was looking for :) Also they were having a great sale, "Buy 1 item, get the other for 1cent" I got the shirt for $9.99, and the pants for a penny! Also, this is the black leather backpack thing I was talking about. I was surprised that Polyvore actually had this up there!

So after loads of shopping, and bags full of clothes we stopped by the Great American Cookie, picked up some cookies to munch on, and headed home.

I had to clean the van once we got home, but oh well, it needed to get done eventually. My dad has the habit of drinking stuff, then discarding the container on the van's floorboard. He's an internal litter bug.

I'm rambling. I should end this post before it gets any longer. But before I leave I'm going to share my friend Celery's latest Chronic Insanity video. Warning, it involves dousing someone in pee.

What can I do with this?

(click to view larger :P)

For a while now I've been thinking about college and whatnot. My majors, the many different universities I want to apply to, scholarship opportunities and such.

From the time I was in second grade on up into mid 8th grade I wanted to be a Trauma Nurse. However since then I've had a change of heart.

As I got older, different stuff started to interest me, like art, design, philosophy, and theology.

In fact last year when making my high school plans with my counselor I seriously considered philosophy as my major in college, but now that I think about it, there isn't really a large job opening for people with philosophy majors.

It would be so much easier to major in philosophy if I was a trust fund kid or something, but I'm not. I come from a middle class family with four kids. My parents make good money, but they also have to put four kids through school and college.

So the question pops up: Should I be pragmatic, and choose a more open major, or should I be happy and pursue what I find interesting? I don't know. As much as I love art, I don't think I could ever major in it. I've met too many people with degrees in Fine Arts who had to get a job far away from the art industry for that career to ever interest me.

Political Science has for instance, always been a pragmatic college major choice for me because I could always double major or minor in philosophy, however if I choose to double major, am I just wasting time and money on the study?

I don't know. I still have about two or three more years before I have to make a definite decision.

Obama-bashing = No.

So it's been a while since I've written something politically oriented. I blame summer, it has made me lazy and less likely to watch CSPAN and CNN.

Plus with all this MJ hullabaloo in the news, why would I watch?

Anyways, is anyone other than me tired of listening to conservative republicans gripe about Obama? It seems as if they've taken up the sport of Obama-bashing.

Even though personally I would have liked Ron Paul to have been elected, I think Obama is doing the best he can with what he's been placed with.

Although I don't agree with all of his decisions, he's doing a lot better than McCain could ever do. Especially with Palin as the potential VP.

Living in Texas can be quite annoying sometimes, especially when you have southern grandparents who still think Obama is a Muslim stealing our money and trying to convert us into an Islamic nation. No lie. I have to put up with this every time I visit.

But I digress, Obama is not our saviour, but he is in progress of doing great things for our country. Sure, taxes may have gone up, but when you think about it, they would have gone up regardless who are president is. Also, the individuals in the upper part of society with a 6 figure income have to pay higher taxes whereas middle and lower class don't have to pay as much, with McCain, there would have been no tax raise, therefore less money for the government.

Also, please disregard anything Fox News and Limbaugh has ever told you. The government has very little control over the economy. We have a Free market system(even though the bailout contradicts that... but we'll talk about that another day)and FYI Free Market = little to no govt. assistance.

Obama is not superman, nor is he God. He can't fix all our problems within less than a year of being in office. Be patient all you dear conservatives in America.

Dress yourself

I feel like I should place a warning on here just in case any dudes stumble upon this... Er, You have been warned? I don't know....

Dressing myself has never really been an issue. There have been only a few instances at school that I have been told that my clothing was a little inappropriate, but the person who always got on to me was a total tight wad, and picked on everyone.

My parents voice their opinion every now and then, especially my mother who is constantly nagging me about the stupidest stuff, like my shirts being cut too low, or that I shouldn't wear tank tops in front of guys.... WTH? She's pretty conservative. And that's putting it mildly.

My dad doesn't act like he cares. Then again, I don't ever come out of the house wearing mini skirts, so I guess he's content with the way I dress.

My stepmom on the other hand is always sending mixed signals. Like in middle school:

"Why are you always wearing baggy shirts and pants? You're a girl, wear something that fits you! You have boobs, stop trying to hide them!"

Honestly, I didn't care about boobs back then. All I cared about was my wrestling t-shirts, and they didn't come in form fitting sizes. Neither did my camouflage pants. It was either baggy, or super baggy. Not much choice in that department. And now that I do wear "form fitting clothes" she says:

"I want you to get larger sized shirts. You're too old to be wearing all these skin tight shirts, and your boobs are too big for those shirts anyways."

Oy. My life. My stepmom has also convinced herself that I am no longer a C cup. We're supposed to go and get fitted sometime in the upcoming future. I'm hoping that she's wrong, and that I am indeed still a C cup. Until then, I'm going to stress about the clothes I need to buy for Debate....

I need a pant suit. But should I go striped? Tweed? Classic black or blue? Ugh. I miss the good ole' days back when I could throw on a Fall Out Boy shirt, some jeans and vans and call it a day.

One more day

I know sometimes I can be irrational in my way of thinking. I know I give some people too much slack, and others not enough.

My mom happens to be on the end that doesn't get enough slack, but I'm still glad I don't live with her full time. She's embarrassing, blunt, and doesn't understand the way I work and think.

I'm glad I get to leave Monday morning, because I feel some tension in the air which could possibly result in another fight.

Even though my dad and I don't talk about everything, he still respects my boundaries and gives me more freedom than my mom would ever offer me. I hate that my mom is always trash talking my dad and telling me how horrible he is.

He's not anymore. When I was younger my dad used to yell a lot, and loose his temper and break stuff, but ever since he divorced my mom he's been nice. In fact, I haven't heard him yell in three years.

My mom dwells on the past too much. It's a good thing that I only have one more day here. Until then, I'm biting my tongue hard enough to leave teeth marks.

Already? Didn't take long

It's only about thirty minutes into the time I've been at my mom's house, and we've already gotten into one fight. I'd like to say that things are going to go great, but at this rate I'd say that all hopes of this being a peaceful visit are gone.

Ever since my parent's have gotten a divorce things have been rocky with my mom. We fight, but it's not about normal teenage stuff, but about my dad, or my stepmom, or anything in my life that doesn't include her.

She's always saying that I never visit, I never call, or do anything with her unless my dad makes me, or my stepmom guilt trips me.

Well I wonder why? She doesn't spend time with me when I'm over, we always argue when I'm over, and when she tries to buy my love, she gets me stuff I don't want, and then gets insulted when I don't like it.

I am completely financially dependent on my dad, my mom pays for nothing. Whenever I mention something like, "Yeah, Dad and I were talking, and he might buy me a briefcase for Debate..." or something like that she gets all hurt, and is astonished when I don't invite her to any of my school functions.

Well, I would invite her, but her presence makes my dad angry. My dad pays for everything, ergo my mom is not invited because 1)Most likely we'll fight, and 2)If she really wanted to go to anything I'm in, she'd chip in money wise or something.

I personally think that if a parent is just going to pop up in their child's life and expect to be included in everything they better be contributing more than half a set of DNA. My mom makes me so angry.

She thinks she knows everything about me, but in truth, she can't even buy me a simple birthday gift and know what to get me. Really, I don't see the point of coming over to her house. I always leave bitter, and it does nothing but stress me out.