1.15.2009

One hot southern belle, Son of a devil....

This is my one and only political thing I will ever write, unless its for class (being a PoliSci major and all).

Most of my friends have spent the past year trying to sway my political views. For those of you unaware, I'm registered as a Republican, and to them, I'm making a silly mistake. Some days, I just don't feel like defending my position, so I just make up some ridiculous statement about why I would do something like that. Though I feel with the end of an era wrapping up, I should at least explain myself.

With our political system, everything is Black, White, or Other. Your a Democrat, a Republican, or Not, and to me that's not really how I see the world. If I was to categorize myself, I'm fiscally Republican and everything else as "Other". I don't really think I could ever explain each stand point, because I refuse to cement myself to one position, the more I learn about different issues, my opinions are altered.

With this being my first election (I missed the last one, and before that I was too young), I felt like there was a lot of pressure on the voters. God forbid we end up with another disaster of a President. I'm not really into politics, I paid attention way more this time than in years past, because I need to know what's going to happen when I leave Rutgers. While everyone is focused on what "change" is going to be made, I'm worried about death.

As horrible as it is, there is a high chance of death with both of these candidate, McCain for the obvious reason and Barack, not because he's black but because of where he comes from. Chicago is not exactly the Land of Oz, well maybe the HBO one but not Frank L. Baum's world. Who knows how much help he got from the seedy side, and who knows if he's going to help them. Honestly there's hundreds of what if and thousands of other possibilities for why these men might die. But that's besides my point.

What I fear is who is going to take over. On one side, is Joe Biden, a man who's political expereince spans decades. Other the other, is Sarah Palin, most famous for her mythical friends Joe the Plumber and Joe Six Pack. With Biden comes a history and a knowledge of the inner workings of Washington, with Sarah, there's the knowledge of where Russia is in proximity to her house. But in my eyes, that's a good thing. Biden "knows" what he's doing, so he isn't taking shit, or advice from any one. Palin will be so over whelmed that she'll take advice from all over. She won't be party-loyal or foolish enough to think she can do it on her own. I think with the aides guiding her, she'd actually be able to pull it together, while Biden will be like the petulant four year old who needs to try all the wrong choices before the right one is selected.

With that being said, yeah, I voted for McCain/Palin. Personally, I didn't really like either one, who ever does? But as we all did in 2004, I picked the lesser of two evils, but this time I lost.

Oh well

1.14.2009

I just saw Haliey's comet

I feel like I'm constantly juggling things, and I'm not even in classes yet. I tried the other day to just shut down for an hour, shut off my phone, AIM, Facebook, and just be still. I couldn't do it. Being connected has screwed with me, and oddly enough I found my self wanting to reconnect with the oddest of people. Yeah, sure they are friends, and yeah sure their conversations always make me smile, but its not stressful. So many times I'm planning, thinking, whining, cheering up in communications, and they aren't actual conversations. Its just voices rattling in my heads lately, but there's always a few people that just manage to turn my day around. And for them, I don't mind the juggle, but everyone else, honestly can just go suck it.

1.13.2009

Hope it gives you hell...

I'm slowly beginning to realize how much hockey has taken over my life. Instead of the usual posters of *insert crappy Disney star* my walls are cover with pictures of Comrie, Avery, Messier, Richter, Kiprusoff, Phaneuf, Lindros, and of course a GIANT X through a picture of Crosby.

1.11.2009

Yet another hockey diatribe

Recently, my mother walked into my room and gawked, not because I finally cleaned it, but because of a picture I had hanging. Amid pictures of friends and collages, there was a picture she found objectionable. I couldn't figure out what she was so upset about, the most offensive thing, I thought, hanging on my wall was a picture of Sid Vicious popping a pimple, but that's just gross.
Mom found a picture ripped from People's Most Beautiful People issue from like 2006 objectionable. It was a black and white photo of Sean Avery, showing off his lip scar. For once in his life, he was doing nothing offensive, so I was left scratching my head.
My mother, however, was offended that such a crude man could be adorning my wall. In her eyes, this man was inhuman, and base because of his comments (sorry, I know the link is Fox "News" but it was the first one I found) off the ice.
Honestly, I don't watch hockey for their off-ice persona. I watch hockey for the game, my favorite part of the game is the brutal beatings, something Avery excels at often. Now, don't get me wrong, I don't condone all behavior, hello I'm talking to you Ray Lewis , but for stupid comments like Avery, oh please. That's nothing worse than school yard chatter, everyone bashes each other on the ice, he just took it off the ice.
Back to cleaning!!!

1.08.2009

Nothing's gonna change my world....

Its funny how much friends influence certain likes and dislikes, and as I sit back and think this over, it makes me wonder how much is me and how much is just a combination of the people I interact with? Arght! I hate nature vs. nurture.

1.07.2009

And I'll be doin the things that I wanna do...

I refuse to be the crazy cat lady, then again, I refuse to be desperate and needy. I have standards, and I don't want to give them up, but I'm reaching a breaking point. I get depressed seeing pictures of couples in magazines. I don't want to lament about this any more, but since classes are out, I can focus on the lack of relationship-ness in my life (oh, and that lovely Hallmark day is right around the corner). And don't get me wrong, I haven't been rejected, I don't like any guy in particular, I just don't like the path my love life (or blah life) is going in.

1.05.2009

This is your anthem for tonight

Someone introduced me to Boris as the only 5'10" vagina. Well, Boris, you've been surpassed tonight by the 5'11" vagina, Sydney Crosby. MY FUCKING GOD WOULD YOU STOP CRYING AND THROWING HISSY FITS! YOU PLAY HOCKEY, YOU ARE GOING TO GET HIT, YOU ARE GOING TO GET PUNCHED, FALLING ON THE ICE IS A GIVE, GET THE FUCK OVER IT!
I've never left a hockey game, that the Rangers have won, and been so mad as I am tonight. 4-0 victory means nothing when the human vagina is pouting on the ice. I admit, I own a Crosby tee shirt, but I haven't worn it since his rookie season. He doesn't deserve the accolades he's received. Everyone is bitching and moaning about Sean Avery being the most overrated player, but at least when it's game time, he plays. He's not up in the refs face complaining that he got knocked over, he's out kicking someone's ass. If Crosby doesn't want to play the game properly, then quit! Give up your contract, free up some space in the cap for Pitt and move on.

"Football isn't a contact sport; it's a collision sport. Dancing is a contact sport." And the same can be said for hockey. Man up and play or get off the ice.