Did you know...

That squirrel hair is used in cosmetic brushes.

The tongue is made up of 16 muscles.

More people eat ice cream in the winter than any other season.

It takes 252 licks to get to the center of a tootsie pop.

Hagfish are awesome - it's a fact - really. I know you want to see the hagfish in action!

Fox (News Channel) Rocks and Other Stuff

One of my favorite segments on Fox News Channel’s The Factor is Watters World. Why? Well, because it’s so much fun to see people make themselves look ridiculous (HAHAHA….HA!). I can’t tell you how many times Jesse Waters holds up a sign of a picture of a politician, let’s say a picture of Nancy Pelosi (*ew*) or Joe Biden (*gagging*), and young people, in their twenties, look at it, maybe stare at it for a bit and eventually say “I don’t know,” as a glazed look passes over their eyes. What is it with our generation being so uninformed? Why is reality television so popular, when it clearly is not reality?? We all know The Real Housewives of New York, Atlanta, and wherever The Real Housewives live, are not real housewives. Ask your mother or someone else’s mother. She’ll tell you who is a real housewife. I heard on FNC that the average person during the 2012 Presidential Election watched, read and/or listened to three hours of election coverage. That’s it? I know I watched at least three hours of election news each day - I even tweeted during every debate! And another thing that really pisses me off is the fact that immigrants complain that they don’t get to vote – they just get to live here. Well you know what? It took me eighteen years to get the opportunity to vote, and it wasn’t even that much fun (nothing like the Obama commercials with Lena Dunham), the options were just ‘eh’. 

Friday the ... 19th

So yesterday I fell out of a bus (read post from yesterday) and I felt fine. Today is another story. First of all, my ankle hurts really badly. I have a bruise on one arm the size of a golf ball. My wrist hurts and the right side of my right leg hurts too. And for some reason, the left side of my face hurts (I didn't think my face was involved in this mess).

I don't feel great either. I think I'm getting ill. I have nausea, headache, lightheadedness and I'm tired (but that is a normal every day thing since I don't sleep well here). Oh, and my stomach hurts. The only thing I could manage to eat today were some pretzels, anything else seemed repulsive.

At least it's Friday.

Favourite word of the day: flummoxed

"a series of unfortunate events"

Today has been really really really bad.

I don't even know where to start. How about the beginning? I hear it's a good place to start.

I went to my first class and couldn't focus at all. I would just start to stare off into space. Just like I did before writing this post. I drew more today than I actually learned. I do have to say my manga people are looking better.

I took the bus to my second class and slid out of the bus. Yes. I slid out of the bus. On my ass. And my my leg ended up all twisted somehow. I can't go a week without falling or sliding down the steps on the bus. But the thing was was that the bus stopped on a hill and the bus driver took his foot off the break and the bus went forward (down the hill) just as my right foot was attempting to land. He hit the break and the bus went backwards and my boot slipped off the edge and ... you get what happened.

Then I got an email about meeting with a potential voice actor for a radio drama. The host of the show said I had to work everything out with the candidate. That's fine. But what do you want me to do? Record the guy auditioning? With what? Oh, yes, that's right. I would need to record the audition with borrowed equipment from the library and then email him the file. I have never recorded anything in my life except a Calculus III class using voice memo on my iPhone. And I don't ever go into the library. (I went last week but I couldn't find the books - I just found the newspaper/magazine thingy where you put the slides in and see the pages on a computer like thingy). So, I am useless to this part of the radio drama production. And I couldn't make a poster for it because I don't know how to use InDesign. (what have I learned that is actually useful? I don't know...)

Then I had computer science workshop. That didn't go so well. We had a quiz. My mind went blank and you can probably see what happened. I know it was supposed to be simple, but it ended up a total mess.  I had to write the code for a pentagon using a for loop. The for loop was the issue (now I am thinking about pentagrams...I know that the only connection between pentagon and pentagram in the five part)

And then the bus schedule changes at five so I walked back to my dorm. Nothing bad happened then at least. Well, that's all for Ari's unfortunate adventures and injuries portion of today's The Spout post. I hope your day went better or at least you got a laugh at all of the above. If not, that really sucks.

PictureOfTheDay

She tried to bite my face off once. 

In memory of Molly

<3

+ insert thought bubble here

Here are my positive thoughts for the day:

1: I'm alive

2: Fall break begins at 11:35am (a full 90 hours of no classes, but the professors were still kind enough to assign homework assignments - isn't that nice)

3: I get to see my animals today

4: The weather is pretty good

5: I walked across the street without be run over

Note to reader who said I was mean: there is no meanness in this post.

PicOfTheDay and Extra Stuff That's Annoying

Are you... lookin at me???

So here at GaTech everyone is required to take a computer science class. I chose to take CS 1315 - Introduction To Computational Media (whatever that is...) because it's CS for non-CS, math or engineering majors. Every week we get a problem set (a special word for CS homework) and I just really look forward to it (one eyebrow raised, much like the alpaca pictured above)...

I go to the TA hours every week and since I've been going my experiences are getting worse and worse. One thing I really loathe about going is that one TA (the same one every week) asks me if "Do you love doing the homework? Isn't it fun?" I respond the same way, honestly, "No." And sometimes I add, "No. I don't find it fun." And then she looks at me like I'm nuts. I can't decide if the look is because I respond honestly or if she can't imagine someone not having fun doing the homework. 

Anyways, I went to the open hours yesterday at 11am. I was there till 1:30pm. I wasted two and half hours and then some guy had the nerve to yell "Bye!" (in a disgustingly happy, jovial sort of way) as if I was in my usual super bubbly, happy-go-lucky mood (pfft), when I decided to quietly leave with an expression of pure anger (no I didn't bare my teeth like my chihuahua). I was in no mood to respond, so I didn't, and when I walked out of the room and looked back, everyone was staring at me. Anyone who knows anything about visually assessing a human being to see what type of mood they are in would know I did not want to speak to anyone. So then I was really pissed. 

Not to mention that one TA said "You're really close. I know you can figure it now!"

Well, actually, you told me the wrong thing - so thanks.

I spent another two hours fixing what the TA had me do and finishing the rest. Damn you turtle graphics - you suck!

exams that are nonsensical

I had a personality theory exam today and let me tell you something - it was ludicrous. Before I begin to tell you all about the 'test,' I want to start off by saying that I read all four chapter's twice, reviewed my notes at least ten times, read the four power points twice (about 50 slides each) and reviewed the study guide twice (which was inconveniently posted at 7:01am this morning, two days after the ph.d student professor said it was to be posted).

The test consisted of 65 multiple choice (nonsensical) questions. What should have been simple questions were written superfluously and therefore confusing. Two of the questions were repeated twice, one question's answer choices contained no answer, and the analogy questions were unanswerable because there was no real analogy. Out of the 65 questions, I marked 15 as being iffy. 15! That is ridiculous - it's just absurd! The test was poorly written and I am about 110% sure that whoever wrote it didn't read it.

Since today is 10/11/12 and everyone is saying it's lucky, I should be getting at least a B depending on the amount of luck I receive from the Luck Fairy. Maybe I should leave a full pair of dentures under my pillow - is that enough teeth for the Tooth Fairy to put a good word in for me?

ridiculousness

I woke up to an email this morning from the hall RA - which is usually a bad thing. The RA is threatening to charge everyone on the floor with a fine (of fifty bucks!!!!) due to 'vandalism,' if it happens again. Some stupid person wrote 'alcohol is awesome' and drew 'male body part's' on the bulletin board paper that has facts about alcohol pasted on it. No one reads the bulletin board (but no one should be drawing or writing on it I agree), but to punish the entire hall for one person's behavior (probably due to alcohol in the first place) - now that is nuts and it's socialism.

And I didn't get much sleep.


*sigh*

Again, no sleep...

I was super excited about the radio show last night and when I tried to go to sleep, I had a difficult time. I finally fell asleep an hour and half later. In the middle of my slumber, I woke to the sounds of 'this is an emergency alert' at four freakin thirty in the morning. I stumbled my way outside and down six flights of steps and then waited for forty-five minutes in the cold, frigid temperature (well, it wasn't frigid, but it was cold).

We finally were allowed to go back into the building - some real emergency I tell you, the maintenance guy with a cart of soda just strolled in (just twenty minutes after we were told we had to exit the building) while we waited for the 'police and firefighters' to 'search' the building. Unbelievable. Why don't they just tell you to leave the doors unlocked during the day and that they are going to check to see if you have any prohibited good in your apartment....pft

It took me another hour to fall back asleep and now I'm sitting here writing this as my eyelids droop and I am accidentally erasing everything I've typed (it's good to have control-z).

I'll write more later when I can spell correctly with out spell check.

Another thing that really annoys me is the bus schedule after 5.

SciFiLab Radio Show

Hello World!

Today was the launch of the new 'rebooted' Science Fiction Laboratory Radio Show ( SciFiLab) on GaTech WREK Atlanta 91.1 FM! I was on air for just about 12 seconds (yay me). Everyone was great and the interview with David Benedict from the Atlanta Radio Theatre Company was enlightening - especially since we are in the beginning of getting a radio drama written.

You too can listen in every Thursday night, 7:00pm to 8:00pm to the SciFiLab program Online or using the GaTech App or if you live in the area! You can like us on Facebook or more importantly, FOLLOW SciFiLab on Twitter!

Next week the theme is robots. Oooohhhhhh. I believe R2D2 is going to be discussed and then in the future, the themes will be cyborgs (I've already got my example picked out, Ironman) and zombies.

Most Amazing Essay Written As Part of An Exam

I promised the world, a few posts back, that I would post my Intro to STAC essay when I got it back. Well, I got it back. To give you the idea of the prompt, it's something like this:

"A producer wants to finance a suspense/action/horror film and must choose a concept A or B. Your job is to recommend A or B. Explain why your choice would make a better film. Include a general storyline." I chose A: The world is being overrun by self-propelled, self-directed machines - robots. They are fast, strong and violent. They reproduce by scavenging materials from the world around them and building more versions of themselves."

Here is my essay that is 100% original. DO NOT STEAL IT. Even though, I can totally see why you would want to - because it's awesome...and amazing. 

Think “Aliens” meets “I am Legend” meets “I-Robot.” That’s my pitch for a suspense/action/ terrifying horror film. Robots reproducing by scavenging materials, violently attacking everyday people, going to war against our human armies and eventually taking over the world, because after all, they don’t need sleep and food to keep them alive, only humans do.

            While a non-visual source of terror usually does instill more fear within the audience, we humans still have a great aversion and fear about nonhuman beings taking control over our world. We like to fantasize that aliens would ‘come in peace’ and robots would just be servants. But since the birth of the automaton, robots have been the source of inspiration for suspenseful films, novels and play’s, like Rossum’s Universal Robot’s.

            Although a virus infecting the digital network is really non-visual to the audience, it’s also an abstract image that would need to be represented in some visual way and that just wouldn’t appear as visually frightening in any way that an ultra-strong, vicious, unintelligent ‘mechanical beast’ would appear. This is primarily due to the fact that human fears are related to the unknown and to things that look like us, act like us, but would really prefer to kill off the human race instead of living within our world harmoniously.

            To really give the audience a jolt, a great move for such a film would be to take a rather pessimistic outlook on the situation. Humans love when humans conquer other worldly invaders (think ‘Marvel’s The Avenger’s’) and hate when humans appear to be the inferior race. This is precisely why we have more superhero action films than human’s are the losers films. So, the film would end with the entire human population massacred and heartless, fearless robots living all over Earth. That will surely have the audience leaving the theatre without warm fuzzies, and an intense fear toward beings that mimic some of our more negative qualities, physically and mentally. And it may be thought only subconsciously, but even the ruthless robots that dominate the film do share similarities, mentally, with that of psychologically disturbed human beings.

            By taking a wholly negative outlook at robots multiplying by scavenging, an act humans view as barbaric, and destroying humanity, a suspenseful horror film is born. Nothing is more terrifying and worse than seeing your own kind being destroyed.

Why the GaTech STAC major is cool...

You may be thinking, Georgia Tech? Georgia Institute of Technology? has a what major? You may think GaTech in terms of engineering only: #1 for Industrial and Systems Engineering,  #2 for biomedical engineering, blah blah blah. GaTech is one of the TOP 10 public schools in the country. And they have a STAC major. 

When I went to orientation before my first semester here, a librarian asked me what my major was so she could direct me to the correct library for my major. I said "STAC" and she looked at me like "what?" I said "STAC, you know, science, technology and culture?" and then she gave me a blank stare and said "well good luck at Tech."

Before my academic advising, all 200 transfers were placed into a large auditorium and were asked to cheer for their major. There were loud claps and whistles for anything involving engineering, particularly mechanical and electrical. When it came time to "Science, Technology and Culture," guess who was the only one clapping - me - all alone. Everyone laughed, turned around in their seats to see who this one, single person this was. They laughed, smiled and then I heard (sotto voce) "What's that? Science, technology and culture?" As I left to go to my appointment, I announced to the entire auditorium "The major exists. It exists!"

Anyways, back to my main point. So what is the major? It's exactly what it is. It's an integrative major that combines science (2 years of it), technology (everyone at GaTech takes a CS class) and culture. Basically, on a daily basis, I read, think, write (my own stuff and very few actual assignments except two term papers due at the end of the semester), discuss and then I go read some more. If you don't like reading 100+ pages a day, don't go to GaTech for anything. 

I had a test last week that had three essay questions - you pick one. I chose to write what would make a better suspense/action/horror film: scavenging, vicious, super strong robots (that aren't that bright) or a digital worm making technology completely useless. I chose the robots and I intend to put my essay on this blog for everyone to read it. It's kind of brilliant. I got to use 'warm fuzzies,' yes those two words, in my essay for a class at GaTech....I think I may have taken a huge risk by doing this...

PictureOfTheDay

Her little pink nose is gone now and instead of just being cute, she's still cute, but bites (sometimes).

Reply All

You know what really pisses me off? Reply All. Yup, I hate to tell you, but I don't care to receive ten thousand emails in reply to 'is Monday at one good for all of you?'

All you have to do is hit reply and let the person who sent the email know. AHHHHHHH!!!!!

I really wish the reply all button would just disappear.

I Can't Sleep Here! And more...

You know what's a great invention? Earplugs. That's right. That should be the first item on dorm room necessities list. Fo Realz.

I can't sleep well here. If it's not an incredibly loud banshee scream, it's someone running down the hall or playing really really loud, horrible music. I wake up at least four times a night. Don't these people sleep? What the hell is wrong with sleeping? Maybe there are giant cats living in all the other apartments. Cats are nocturnal creatures, so this could be a good theory.

(giant cats)

You know what's also annoying? Emails from the RA at least three days a week threatening you. Either you and your roommates me and sign an agreement, or you'll have to see the hall director. I'd rather see the hall director at this point. It's six weeks into the semester and I have yet to see one of my roommates. The other two, I have seen for less than ten minutes total.

I have a really good story for you, but you'll have to wait till I am done ranting.

Last week, I scheduled the appointment for us to meet. I asked the two that actually exist and was told they could make it. Tuesday, at 7:30pm came and went and guess who was the only one that showed up? That's right. Me. I'm not making another appointment.

So, I guess you might want to hear that story?

Well, I was sleeping and at around 2:40am, I heard banging coming from outside the apartment door. I thought it was all in my dream. The banging lasted for only a minute and all was quiet once again. I drifted back into sleep and didn't wake up again until 4:15am. I heard voices, yelling, crying and a seriously self incriminating story. That's right.

A roommate was found passed out in the hall. Apparently, the one who shall remain unnamed (I'll refer to her as her and she), drank too much. 'But I don't drink,' oh, but you did. And the legal drinking age is 21, not .02. And don't tell a cop you used a fake i.d. I guess no one ever told her to just say 'I want a lawyer.' I don't know what good it would have done, but she didn't need to tell them she used a fake i.d. I was just listening in my room when I heard a knock on my door. Two cops were standing there (both looking very tired), told me the story and then asked me if I wanted to 'watch' her.

'Ya know, so she won't fall.' One said.

I can't be responsible for her. What if she does fall or chokes on her own vomit? That's a HELL NO. I'm just glad some mysterious person I didn't see decided to just take her to the hospital. And then I went back to bed. But I couldn't sleep. So I read Edison's Eve by Gaby Wood. It's actually very interesting.

Don't Read This

I just said don't. It's not like anyone ever writes a comment...

Which makes me very very sad.

Instant Coffee and Freshly Brewed Are Different

Instant coffee is tasty, but it's not the same as freshly brewed coffee. For example, I drank 12 ounces of instant coffee (regular) and I am still tired an hour after I finished it. Caffeine begins to kick in 45 minutes after taking,T therefore, I may conclude that instant coffee does not help with energy because it DID NOT do anything.

😳

Why I Hate Living In A Dorm

To whom it may concern,

Who knew most people were pigs? Well, if their family it's one thing. But if they are strangers? I hate living in the dorm for one humongous reason. Eighteen to twenty years olds (roommate ages subject to change without notice), other than my self and a few others out there (I'm with you and I feel your pain), have no common sense and have to be told exactly how to clean up after themselves, how to properly work the temperature gauge for the entire apartment (because it's quite clear that the three of you don't know how), how to lock the door when you leave the apartment and when you come back to the apartment, and then when you politely tell them through a series of thoughtful, handwritten notes taped to the designated areas, the entire process of educating these young, stunted minds becomes one of a 'dictatorship'.

What? I'm confused about this. A dictatorship? And we live in a democracy?

Let me be absolutely, crystal clear. I didn't force anyone to take out there eight day old trash piled at least four inches above the top of the garbage can that smelled like goat vomit that had been ruminating in a cow's stomach for four days. I didn't force anyone to lock the door for everyone's safety because there is nothing like coming home to someone stealing your stuff or worse. I didn't force anyone to not turn the temperature dial all the way to the right (freakin hot as hell). I simply suggested that you find another way to get warm. I recommended some easy to do, understandable options like put on pants if you're wearing shorts - put socks on - wear a sweatshirt - get a blanket. 

And now I have turned this place into adictatorship? The definition of dictatorship is"a country, government or the form of government in which absolute power is exercised by a dictator."

Maybe that's too hard to comprehend - I meanunderstand. 

A dictatorship is "a form of government inwhich the ruler is an absolute dictator (not restricted by a constitution orlaws or opposition etc.)" 

A dictator is "A ruler with total power over acountry, typically one who has obtained power by force (do not think a dictatoris Sacha Baron Cohen - I said don't think about it - now you're thinking aboutit)

See? I haven't done that at all. I've just used myfirst amendment right or is that not part of a democracy? 

If you were mature, independent and responsible, Iwould NOT have to post notes about your shortcomings. Grow up and clean up yourown shit!

Love from Hell, 

Ari

p.s. you just got told.

Fluffy Socks

Do you ever get cold and just wish you had a pair of fluffy socks? No, just me? Well, I wish I had a pair of fluffy socks right now...

It's Wednesday...it's chump day!

Yesterday was horrible. Just horrible! It was gray outside, raining and humid. The first few minutes of the day were fine. But then, it took a turn for the worse at around 8:40 am, about fifty minutes from when I woke up. I decided to make coffee. I like coffee. I put two teaspoons of the freeze dried coffee into the cup, heated the water until boiling and that is where my problems began. The plastic was hot so I burned my fingertips. I then poured the hot water into the cup and again, I was burned from the splashes of boiling water droplets. I then took the spoon, mixed the coffee and water, left the spoon in the cup, turned around to get my mini -moos, picked of the spoon and of course it was hot and I burned my fingers again. I then put the lid on the coffee mug and took a sip. I should not have done that. I burned my lip.

Let's fast forward to around 1:00pm. I just got out of class and am now standing - wait, I need to go back. I just got out of class. I left the building through a side entrance and before me stands a massive puddle (and it's still raining). I'm not wearing rain boots. I repeat. I am not wearing rain boots. I see a ledge across the puddle, maybe a foot and a half away. I tried. I failed. I made it onto the ledge but inertia decided to bounce me right back in the opposite direction. I landed with both feet in the massive puddle. I sighed and tiptoed my way through the puddle to the concrete walkway. Yay, I made it. I continued on and reached the bus stop. I went underneath the covered 'shelter' at the stop. The sign said the blue bus would arrive in five minutes. Five minutes. Okay. While I was waiting, some real piece of work in a white Pontiac (I think) with a pizza delivery sign drives right along the curve at at least twenty five miles and hour and the water conveniently forms a wave that hits the concrete and hurls toward me. I take two steps back, stepping on another person waiting for the stop, missing the wall of water by one foot. Thanks a lot pizza delivery man.

I get on the second blue bus. I get off the blue bus and I attempt to close my umbrella which opened without my permission. It's not closing. Why is it not closing? I think there may be a piece of the fabric stuck towards the point where all the little evil spiky things reside. No nothing is stuck, but are you not closing?! I wrestle with the stupid umbrella until it bites back. It closed. While slicing my finger which is stuck where the sharp, pointy button thingy is. Is it bleeding? No, I don't think so. It's just a little red, but no, no. Still no blood. I take two steps and think, my, my finger really does hurt. I look at it. Bright red blood is trickling down the side of my finger. Blood is bursting through the cut, it's dripping onto the pavement. I can't get it to stop. It won't stop. I am now feeling faint...not really. But it really did bleed. And it freakin hurt (and still does more than 24 hours later)! And it didn't stop bleeding for a while. But that's not all that went wrong...

I finally make it back and by now, I'm a bit hungry. I decided on a frozen all ready been prepared entree, 'glazed chicken.' From the picture it looks, eh, somewhat appetizing. I opened the box, stuck the frozen tray in the microwave and waited for exactly five minutes and thirty seconds. Beep! Beep! Beep! My frozen entree is now unfrozen and from the looks of it, very hot. So I carefully choose to touch the tray at the corners. The tray is hovering about a millimeter above the microwave base when a puff of ridiculously hot steam erupts from the exact edge that I happen to be holding with the tips of my fingers. I drop the tray, try to reassure my fingers that they will be okay, say a few choice words to myself and then, again, I pick of the damn tray. I am now burned and it hurts. It REALLY HURTS. I take this 'food' back to my room after acquiring a lovely paper plate to carry the infamous tray. And I begin to eat. The 'chicken' is interesting. It's bouncy. And sometimes crunchy(?). The 'glaze' is more like brown, sticky, unappetizing goo. The rice, well, it's, it's...it's crunchy on the left and not crunchy on the right. The few slivers of green beans look as though they have been petrified and just walked out of hell. Apparently, there were peanuts. I thought I saw a piece of one. I ate. I wish I hadn't.

I almost forgot that I also took my trash out. You may say, you took your trash out and you're telling me that you had a horrifying experience? Yes. Yes I am. I had my keys on a crappy lanyard that the school gave me - thanks school for the crappy lanyard. I went to the trash room. Opened the latch and through the garbage down the hatch (heh :) rhyme ). I walked back to my room and, I can't figure out to  spell a throat sound of pure horror, when I realized I had one key but I was supposed to have two! I retraced my steps, nothing. I began to sweat within 15 seconds of losing my key. I looked everywhere. Did I lose it in the classroom? No, you had just unlocked the door. Oh yeah. Did it go down the trash shoot? Huhhh!!!?? I didn't hear clinking... It has to be here...and I found it. It was hiding under the corner of the rug.

I decided I wasn't going anywhere else today. I didn't until 8:12pm. Right when I was fifty four minutes into The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus (awesome movie, highly recommend, it reminds me of something, maybe how I think? could be...) there was a fire drill. I wore flip flops. I like flip flops, I've never said anything bad about flip flops. Anyway, They (the evil ones) made me go on the grass, which was wet and muddy. 'We know it's wet and we're very sorry' says some asian guy. Whatever. I took one step and my foot squished and sank into the grass. It reminded me of a school field trip to a marsh. If you are ever near a marsh, RUN AWAY. If you think you want to go to a marsh, YOU DON'T. Anywho, my foot was filthy. I made my way to the wet concrete and wiped my foot off. I couldn't decide if having my foot covered with grass and mud was worse than taking a chance and getting little worms squirming up and into the bottom of my feet. I gambled with the worms. And as soon as I got back, I rinsed them off in the tub. But instead, the water came through the shower head...and then the bottom faucet. I then slathered my feet in antibacterial gel :) . And went to bed. Because I couldn't take anymore.

I didn't get to write a post last week. But, I figure you were all dying to know what kind of bad stuff happened. I did burn my finger, but more importantly, I fell off a bus. I don't know how. I just know it happened. I think I may have fallen asleep for a millisecond of time as I was attempting to exit the bus. I can distinctly remember the concrete curb. At one point it was right in front of me - then towards the upper left of my sight - then to the right of my sight and then right in my face. I scraped up my knee, but suffered no major physical injuries. The emotional injures can go away for a small, small donation of $5 to whatever amount of money you would like to donate to my 'rainy days' fund (notice the s on the end of days...)

I hope you all take the time to appreciate this post because it took away valuable study time... Be grateful people. Be grateful.

It's Friday!

Here is a happy post for all of you happy people: it's Friday...yay!

No, really, YAY! And here is a happy face for ya too.

Josh Groban Music Beloved By College Students

Who knew Josh Groban was super popular? I didn't until I heard one of Groban's songs blaring through the wall. I don't particularly care for Groban tunes, but still, you know it's too loud when I can Shazam it in my room...

textbook has zero personality

It's funny that the textbook for a Personality theory class happens to have absolutely no personality. It's as dry as a cracker.

My first spout...awww...how adorable...hissssss

It's 6:56 pm. I am mildly pissed, agitated and somewhat depressed. This isn't my normal self, well, almost. I am listening to the incessant hum and drip of my Haier mini fridge. It's now 6:58 pm. It's now 7:00 pm. You may be asking yourself, "what is wrong with this girl?" I'll tell you. It's the English. It's all their fault. I am sitting in my rectangular dorm room, furnished by Walmart and Kohl's - but mostly by Walmart - with a teal, magenta, mustard yellow and gray color scheme. It does look lovely, courtesy of Mommy and Daddy, but still.  I have no dog, no Chihuahua nor Pekingese, nor my menacing cat that bites. At least I can watch Fox News Channel on my phone and Fox News Live Online...And for all of you who say FNC is a bunch of nonsense, I'll tell you that Fox News is "fair and balanced" and if you disagree, well then you're just plain biased and ignorant*.

*It's my blog so I can write whatever the hell I want and you can't stop me. Until the first amendment is repealed, I can voice my voice...so there!

So back to the English. It's all their fault that I, and thousands of others are at colleges and universities - ripped away from their families! I knew when I was six years old, SIX years old people!, that I didn't want to ever leave home. Right about now I expect some of you are thinking, "going away to college is a 'good' thing, it promotes personal growth." Well, what if I am already grown and I just happen to know that I didn't want to leave home. To society, children above eighteen living at home is like a disease- maybe like Bullous Pemphigoid, but I am certainly not a blister. In other countries, it's perfectly acceptable and 'normal' (American word of choice). I am sooooooo tired of people saying "It's normal to go away to school, is that behavior normal?, that's not normal to not want to leave home... And growth is another crap word too, "she''ll grow, you'll grow, you'll both grow..." You know what happens to things that grow? They eventually reach maturity and then die! So I guess, in effect, I'm like a droopy, discolored, depressing looking plant about to keel over the side of the terra-cotta pot. Why can't people let other people die slowly, happily and in peace? Why?

The English were the first to travel around the world and 'civilize' the poor, uncivilized people. The English do-gooders, with their "white man's burden" and frilly clothing forced their religion onto native persons, purged them of their culture, brought death and disease, and ugly ass wigs covered in dust. And that is what our society is based on, a bunch of meanness, narcissism, filth and ego.

Because of the English I am suffering. Suffering, yes, suffering from societal norms. I loathe these societal norms and this "peer pressure" from other human beings. Who gave humans this kind of power? Why, it must have been god because that is where the English and all the other ruling civilizations got their "mandate" to force their ideals onto innocent, happy people.  It's all about fear. Fear - fear is power. Religion was created to instill fear within mass populations for one reason, to gain power.

Do you see my point? If you do, great, kudos to you.

If you don't, it's most likely because you are brainwashed. Your mind is saturated - polluted with these exact societal norms I speak of. Maybe you aren't a free thinker, maybe you'll never understand. The best thing you can do is to repent your sins by no longer casting these hellish ideas and pressures onto others because who are you to tell others that you know best? You and I are animals. Highly functioning animals that can be cruel, terrible and ghastly. We are mere creatures that roam the earth for a finite amount of time. So be kind and make no generalizations upon others because each individual knows what is best for themselves. I do not need nor desire anyone's advice or 'words of encouragement' (i.e. "you'll be fine"... [my ass])  from anyone unless asked. I just want my furry people, my blanket and pillow, and my home where the people who care most about me reside.