Randomness of my mind

I was reminded today in a big way that my life rocks....I know I will complain about being tired from school or stressed out, but if I look at my life in the big picture sense it is outstanding. Big ups (yes I just said big ups) to the Lord for carrying me through some pretty hard crap, I wouldn't be the person I am today without them. I don't mean to brag....I have some unfun stuff that I have to deal with from time to time, but I've got the most amazing people down here helping me through them...It's amazing to finally get to a place where you can look back on a situation that broke your heart, and your like BOOYA I don't even give a care...I love love love that feeling.

In other non-self affirming news I saw an awesome old man on a moped yesterday....There were fifty thousand tractors on Mansfield Rd, Bert Kouns, and Williamson Way this morning....is there a tractor convention in town?? Bobby Jindal is going to be on Leno tonight or sometime soon (I can't remember the date). I thought this to be quite odd, who cares what the Governor of Louisiana has to say....then I remembered Hurricane Katrina and all the political implications that apply.

In awesome news the diet dr pepper can has Indiana Jones (Finder of Rare Antiquities and the First Name in Adventure)....I wish that appeared everytime my name was mentioned....that would amazing....So I'm in a very good mood....not that I'm usually in a bad mood....today it's just extra good....I might be crying in like three days because I have massive amounts of assignments do......(enter feeling of sickness)

What say you say??

Doubt is a crazy thing. We doubt a lot of things in our lives. As a generation we're pretty cynical. I think cynicism is the heart of doubt. I had a discussion tonight about doubt. We talked about how doubt doesn't necessarily have to be a bad thing. It can be channeled into something productive. As long as it doesn't rule our life it can be used as a building block. I just thought I would jot this down, and I thought this was a pretty good place to do it. I have a lot of doubt in my life. I doubt myself. I doubt the human race (I lose faith in it a lot). There are things that I don't lose faith in, but I do doubt sometimes. I guess that's all for now. I just need to chew on this...like a good piece of gristle....(that's just an analogy...I don't chew on gristle....that...is....gross).

well....

So I had just finished writing my post for this week, and my the computer I'm on deleted it....just deleted it! What did I ever do to you Mr. Computer!!! Jerk...
I guess the post was kind of lame anyway, maybe it was doing me a favor. Maybe I'm giving an electronic item that isn't alive too much credit, maybe...??
I've got three more weeks left of school, and let me tell you I'm ready for them to be over. I'm going to be in Long Barn, CA this summer, and it can not possibly get here fast enough. Yosemite flipping Park will basically be my backyard. Come on now...
I'm trying to stay focused on school, but it's not really working. I'm trying to make this blog fun and witty, but that's not really working either. Maybe if I just sit here for a minute something will come to me........................................................................................................................................................ no....that didn't really work either. How can I possibly be expected to stay indoors on a day like this. I think I'm going to go outside and play. I encourage you to do the same.

Domo Arigato Mr Roboto?

We went on a "field trip" to sci-port the other day. It was...interesting. It was a workshop for future teachers on how to conduct and get in order a field trip to THE Sci-Port. They waxed poetically at the building. It was new this and new that. You must bring your class of 30 to the Lewis and Clark Imax movie! It was all kind of routine, and then she mentioned....the robots...dun dun dun. I don't know about you, but robots have always creeped me out. Their cold steely bodies...and crazy eyes. I didn't even like Rosie from The Jetsons! Apparently Sci-Port is going to be getting a robot exhibit. Must we? I mean really, must we? I know this is an irrational fear, but have you seen IRobot? Well, Have you???!!!(I'm directing these questions to the people at Sci-Port, not you, I'm not yelling at you). I for one am not going to be a fan of the future if it involves Artifical Intelligence overthrowing our human race. Just saying.

I'm dry...like a piece of toast with no jelly

We've made our way back from spring break and settled into our first week back to school (that is finished praise the Lord). Spring Break is a tease, just a prom night tease. Don't get me wrong I love spring break. We have a had a good relationship all these umpteen years I have been continuing my education. As spring solstice draws nigh the anticipation of spring break is on the horizon. Students wait with baited breath for the week before or after Easter (depending on what school). A week of pure uninhibited laziness and fodder. Productivity is the unforgiveable sin. I follow that mantra. I tried to convince myself to do this and do that. Get that paper written and write that lesson plan. I did none of it. Spring break brings out the devil's advocate in all of us. While the sane rational side is pleading for us to have some sense and get some work finished, the lazy procrastinator on the other shoulder bellows this is spring break! "Don't you deserve a break," whilst shaking his fist angrily in the air. I fell prey to his charms. Now, of course, I stew in my own regret (it tastes a bit like crow). With the mound of things I have to do this weekend, I could just kick myself for not being more responsible. I thought this time would rejuvenate and replenish. It did neither. It made me long for May like it was a lover lost at sea. I am motivated, but not all at the same time. I want to get work done, but I also want to play outside with my friends. Sigh. The official countdown has commenced. Five more weeks till glorious May.

Here is my article link
http://www.slate.com/id/2187561/

Your genetic flaws I say say it all. . .

I think the standard for women annnnd men today is unfair, as far as the external goes. Since I am not a man, nor I have ever been a man, nor do I ever plan on being a man, I can't speak for them. I can just speak for women, and not all women, just me and the women I'm close to.
I think it's smart to be realistic about what your body looks like. Healthy body image is a rare find these days. Most women, myself included, have a really distorted view of what they look like. I believe my friends are beautiful and effervescent. Sometimes all they see is extra jiggle around the middle.
I'm not a size 2. I have never been a size 2. I am 5"10 for crying out loud...I would look like a flagpole...and although they harbor our nations flag...I still don't want to look like one. It's taken me 22 years to accept the fact that I will never weigh 115 pounds....it's just not healthy. It's taken me 22 years to realize that I'm not what the world would consider a great beauty. I'm not blonde...I have dark brown hair. The afforementioned hair is curly (only straight when I straighten it, which is usually once a week). 9 times out of 10 it's in a pony tail. I can be seen in jeans any day of the week, and wearing a t-shirt that I probably received for free from a church or bcm function. I don't wear a lot of make-up. That takes too much time...I'd rather sleep. My shoe collection consists of flip flops, chuck taylor's, and a dirty pair of new balance running shoes. I don't go out on dates every weekend, because I'm usually with friends somewhere. I'm not a straight-A student. I'd rather be painting somewhere or flying a kite.
...and I'm okay with that...all of it

Check the big times that got the heart of a robot...

I never really have ever understood boys. Their thought process...how they make decisions baffle me. How totally wonderful and yet stupid they can simultaneously be. Please don't get me wrong, 3/4 of my friends are boys, and I love them dearly. I am not afraid to tell them when I think they are being idiots, as far as women are concerned. These men that I love like brothers can be the biggest jerks to their girlfriends, wives, mothers, sisters, etc. That's when the palm of my hand slaps the back of their head.
I guess the point of all this is that all guys can be jerks (just like all girls). I know this person who likes to make the world think he is the nicest guy ever. He is a wonderful guy...he is sweet, thoughtful, and sincere. However, I have heard some of the meanest things about other people come out of this "wonder" boys mouth. What's wrong with this picture? I think we should just be honest with people and ourselves. My friends know that I would bend over backwards for any of them, but there are times when I need space. When I need to take a breath and step back. I don't think anyone expects anyone to be perfect...just honest. If you are sarcastic and mean to everyone behind their back and "super christian" boy to their face it's going to bite you in the butt.
If you are in a bad mood, for crying out loud, just admit you are in a bad mood instead of being passive aggressive! This is more of rant and will hardly make sense because it is so.

*this post is brought to you buy the overusage of quotation marks, commas, and ellipse's(?) and frustration in general...enjoy