I wake up in a fog. My head is pounding. Someone stands over me, asking if I’m okay. Despite the ringing in my ears and thumping vein in my forehead, I hear the voice say, “You came in here almost an hour ago.”

I gaze up at the tall blonde standing over me and ask her where I am. It’s then I realize that I’m leaning on a shelf full of cake mix and frosting. ‘Aha,’ I think. That would account for part of the headache. Her response to me is barely audible. Something with a W? Winco? Wal-Mart maybe? I open my mouth to speak again, but my taste buds stop me with a stench of unknown origin seeping out from the back of my throat. The sweet woman helps me up and
tells me it’s ten to midnight.

“Ah, crap,” I mumble, “How the hell…?” I can’t finish. Must’ve gotten up too fast. She walks me towards the exit, letting me lean heavily on her. I can’t help but trip on my own feet and the woman grabs me tighter to keep me from falling. I pause for a moment; the woman releases her grip slightly on my waist. I recall seven o’clock. The party began at my place. So how did I get here? I glance down to see my tennis shoes and party dress. There’s a small
scrape on my knee. As I reach down to touch it, my body sinks forward, ready for a serious face-plant. Luckily, the blonde woman is paying attention and pulls me back up.

“Woah, woah,” she says, “Come on, let’s get you
outside.”

I mumble to her, “Why are you open so late? Did I miss the ball drop?”

She chuckles and rolls her green eyes, “No, but if ya
don’t hurry you will!”

We reach the exit. “Do you think you can manage?” she asks me. I nod and smile. She lets go of me, handing me the small satin bag she’d had tucked under her arm. I nod again taking it from her and put my hand through the wrist loop. My first few steps are very slow. I manage to say thanks as I waddle out through the automatic doors. Frosty air catches me and I wish I’d thought to wear a jacket. This skimpy black dress was clearly a mistake. If it weren’t for my friend Niki, I could’ve just worn the same old jeans and blouse I wear every New Year’s.

“Damn you Niki,” I say furthering my steps into the cold winter. I stare up at the building once I’m far enough away. Yup, Winco. Just as I suspected. “Then I’m not too far,” I say with glee. As I start my trek home, my mind searches for the lost hours. Kelly came over first, she brought snacks and beer. Gradually more and more people showed up. Hank set up pong in the basement. It seemed like it would be quite a successful evening. Then again, by the way I’m feelin,’ mission accomplished. Nothing else comes to mind and then a gust of wind hits me. I wrap my arms around myself and wish I was still wasted.

I remember hearing once that the chef on the Titanic was drunk; that’s how he survived. That movie was garbage besides the ending. That’s what I would do if I was stuck on a massive ship and it was goin’ down. Chug a lug chug. They don’t give us drunkards enough credit. My thoughts spiral off, as they usually do. I imagine myself finding a quiet spot by a tree in the park nearby and laying down. Eventually I would close my eyes. My friends would find me later in the afternoon. They would check my pulse. Hypothermia! I laugh at myself for such a ridiculous thought process.

Along my walk home, I stop at the art museum, staring at the glass doors with the sign listing hours of operation. “That might be fun,” I say. I shuffle over to the entrance still holding my arms tightly around myself, and push my face onto the glass, cupping my eyes. It’s too dark to really see anything, but for some reason I continue to sit there. My arms begin to shake from the cold. I love this feeling, reveling in it; the harshness of winter against bare skin. It’s like a punishment or adrenaline thing. I’m not really sure; I just know I love the uncomfortable bitter cold. I finally pull back and coddle myself again whacking my left arm with my purse.

“Ou,” I say out of habit. I open the clasp and take out my cell. It’s a good phone, classic flip. Everyone tells me to upgrade, that my phone is so outdated. I politely refuse. A smile comes over me as I gaze at its worn edges. You can tell it’s been dropped a lot; mainly because of nights like this. Perhaps it’s time to take a break from the booze, eh sista? “Nah,” I shake my head and laugh.

I flip open my phone to the picture of my sweetie, David. We’ve been dating for a few months now. He gets me. That’s hard to come by when you’re such an interesting and complex minded individual. I wonder if I’ll make it back in time for a New Year’s smooch. I flip my cell closed to see the time. Two minutes left.

“Ah well,” I say, “A little bit late, but a kiss nonetheless.” Just a few more blocks and I’m gonna lay it on him like white on rice! I giggle thinking of the look on his face if I said that to him. He rolls his eyes a lot, but unlike so many others, he smiles and hugs me. I wonder if he’s worried. I wonder if I told him where I was going. Probably not.

Then like a light bulb, “Ohh,” I say. I remember when Niki arrived. I let out a solid laugh, “Damn you woman!” I shake my fists in the air as if she is standing right there. Niki was the culprit who brought the tequila. She knows my affinity towards it. And, of course, she had to buy the good shit, Patron Silver. I recall David, in the corner of the kitchen shaking his head, smiling, as Niki pronounced shot time. One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, something about red velvet cake, then it gets hazy.

I must’ve slipped out as no one was watching. The likelihood of anyone, especially David, letting me leave unaccompanied is pretty slim. I gaze up at the stars and am drawn off course, into the park. The moon shines scattered through branches lighting my way. I find an open space between the vast chunks of trees and sit down. The ground feels damp and cold beneath me. I lie back on my arms and just stare.

“This is nice,” I hum to myself. The cold, damp doesn’t bother me because the scene above me is too awesome to care about such insignificant things as warmth. I wonder at the stars above me; each twinkling galaxy. Perhaps it is all just a mirage. Maybe there is no universe! Maybe we never really did go to the moon! It’s like I’m on the Truman Show in my head. I can see it; all of my friends and family are watching behind the scenes, as I fumble around downtown Boise, searching for…David. No. He has to be real. The thought of him, my dearest David, being a phony is just too silly to comprehend. I start to laugh uncontrollably, until the pain comes back to my forehead.

“Uggh” I grope at it for solace. My eyes get heavy and I yawn. Just a short nap couldn’t hurt, I think. I give the stars one last long stare, before I close my eyelids.

Before I know it, a dream takes me away. I see my apartment, filled with people and I’m searching for something I can’t at first place. No one notices as I move through the crowd. I think that’s how ghosts must feel amongst people. Unnoticed amongst a crowd of conversation, but yearning for something, trying to reach out to someone, anyone in a mob of people. Instead, my body just keeps moving; it knows what it’s after, but hasn’t told me yet. I continue on, in eerie spirit form, out of the building to the sidewalk. Cars line the street. It’s dark and chilly, only a few street lights are on and they’re far away. Frost covers several of the windshields ahead of me. I turn back to see the lights and hear a muffled sound of music and chaos emanating from my apartment building.

Something in this view makes my heart ache. ‘What’s missing?’ my spirit-self wonders. I begin to walk woefully away from the apartment, towards the nearest streetlamp. As I look at my folded arms, I realize I’m wearing a jacket, though I feel desperately cold. The street light looks warm and cozy to me and so I move faster to stand beneath it. But it doesn’t help. I’m still frozen. Then a familiar voice calls out my name. I turn around and see him. David. My David. He is running up the street. As his feet hit the sidewalk, he slows down and walks to me. He takes me in his arms and holds me. Suddenly I get it, and warmth consumes me. My eyes burst open at hearing him speak.

“Where have you been?” he asks me, panic in his voice. I apologize and he rushes over to me and scoops me up in his arms. “Do me a favor,” David says pulling me away to look at my face, “don’t do that anymore, eh?”

I smile and wait for his embrace. “Happy New Years,” I whisper. David holds my face, bringing it to his. I am no longer cold.

I open my eyes. Damn. Still here. The crying echoes up from below. It's like I'm twelve again, trapped in this small cell as my own space for solitude. But it's not solitude I crave. I want joy and laughter. I want friendship and chaos, passion and love. Of all things love. Sorry Auntie, I don't need a psychic to tell me what I am searching for or what my reason for life is, my path. I'm just like everyone else, seeking the other half of me. To feel complete. I wonder, will I find them in this lifetime? Will I have to wait, wandering through this life with an endless feeling of loneliness? It nearly hurts to think on this. Not that I don't have options, my pick of the litter in a sense. Just that he wouldn't be the right one. I would get bored, looking into other waters. Someone new to entertain my curious mind. I try not to do this. I love generously, fiercely even. But then, something happens. It floats away, or I wake the fuck up. My whole life I have been searching for this perfect existence with bittersweet moments and lots of laughter. And love. Authentic love. The last time it was disappearing, I told myself it was because, this idea of authentic, true love does not exist. It is a mere chemical reaction in the brain. And yet, time has passed. I am back again to the old hopes and dreams that he is still out there. Foolish, I know. Oh well, I tell myself. I guess it's time to get out of bed, go downstairs, and go back to the sitcom that is my current living situation, and keep searching.

-The Drunken Banana-

Watched the lunar eclipse yesterday, absolutely spectacular. It's pretty amazing what nerds have made possible. Despite the fact that I was not anywhere near a viewing point of the eclipse, I was still able to watch the entire thing. Crazy. I learned some interesting facts and theories, thanks to Bob Berman, the host of the live feed. Like the idea that the moon is romantic and "puts people in the mood," he said something along the lines of safety to perform the act under a full moon over the other phases. And the idea that there are more babies and other weirdness during a full moon. Not true, at least according to several studies done on the subject. I definitely notice a change in the air when there's a full moon out, but I suppose it's all in our heads. Still, it's quite a sight. There was also something he said about the moon moving away from us. Guess that goes with the whole idea that the universe is expanding. Kinda creepy and awesome at the same time. If only we could all sit around once in a while and think about the cosmos, how vast and incomprehensible she is, the little bullshit in life is so over-rated compared to that. I believe we purposefully don't talk or think about these things, because it's too overwhelming. Many of us just aren't ready to study the earth and the universe. We'd rather wrap ourselves up in a security blanket full of crap, to distract ourselves from the underlying truths. I am just as guilty of this. It's frightening to realize how unimportant and small we are on the scale of life and other things. Then again, reality is all that we make it, so who's to say what is real eh? Well, enough jibber jabber. Til next time

-The Drunken Banana-

Summer Chapter

Well lovies, it's been quite an eventful year. Spring has sprung and summer starts another chapter of my life. Hopefully an interesting and inspiring one. I've learned a lot over the last several months. Love is an unfortunate accident. Good friends are forever, so don't lose touch, and family can drive you absolutley insane. Currently, I am enjoying some heat and mosquitos in the Sunshine State. A great escape from the dull life of a closed off student from Boise. I hope to start using this blog more; I'll have to consider it my diary for the summer. The goal for today....find a job. Will post later this week, hopefully with a beer in hand. Have a fabulous Tuesday everyone!

-The Drunken Banana-

To the Ones We Hurt

We have dominated and destroyed
With blazing guns and harsh words
Cultures in turmoil
Where peace once resided

They came on their sailboats and airplanes
Refusing to leave and give you what you want
Independence, freedom and justice for all
Or maybe just for some.

You aren’t worthy enough,
You’re not ready,
You are not capable…
These are their excuses.

We’ll put someone in place.
We’ll make a “democracy”
Maybe in ten or fifteen years they’ll be ready,
But not now.

Their young question and ponder truths
They wonder what can be done to undo so much pain and misery
So many years of torment
Of control
Of bullshit.

We wait for the future
To see what she brings us.
Some believe it doesn’t matter
The world will end soon enough
But what if it doesn’t
Shouldn’t we try?

I hope for something better
I trap myself in my thoughts
There must be something to do
There must be a way to change this.

For the whole world, for the western nations who have conquered and ruined so many lives, I apologize and say we will change the world. We will bring hope and happiness to all! We will try our best to heal those wounds.

Happy October!

The best month of the year is finally here! Bring on the pumpkins and goblins and ghosts! Halloween is a time for us to rejoice! Embrace your fellow neighbor, in their goofy garb, give the kiddies candy (and maybe a scare or two) Look out for Dracul and the Big Bad Wolf, for they are sure to lurk...sing songs and eat your booty, but don't forget to check it first!

A little sloppy Halloween poem...I plan on watching many horror movies this month and attending some awesomely scary houses or cornfields! I wish everyone a happy and exciting October!

My first speeding ticket

Received my first speeding ticket today. I feel as though I am a part of the club now, whatever club that might be...It was incredibly stupid. I'm not sure that I really deserved, but such is life. Better to be stopped while completely sober and making a stupid mistake as going about ten over then stopped because you were swerving and our had a couple too many beers. And I have done that a few times. I consider myself lucky.
I attended a baby shower today. It was nice. Seeing family is always a sweet thing. The whole baby shower bonanza, however, is a little ridiculous. But that's okay. I am a little tipsy, as I seem to be lately when I write so freely. So I begin to contemplate my childhood and all of the things my parents did wrong. Granite I love the both very much and would be devastated at there demise, but, there's always a but...they fucked up royally. For some reason the John Mayer line "father's be good to your daughter's" keeps popping in my head. I suppose I am just thinking about how easily parents don't try with their children today. People take kids for granted so much. They're a fucking gift for fucks sake! Don't lose sight of that! The little bastards didn't ask to be here so don't make them regret it! And by little bastards, I include myself. I am very grateful for the relationship I have with my parents. I only hope that I can help others with their own relationships with their children. Wasting years of something so precious isn't worth it. So...hug your child everyday and tell them how much you love and appreciate them. Listen, don't always talk. Stare at them sometimes, whether it weirds them out or not, and observe your own walking miracle. And don't ever let that love go in you parent child relationship. That is probably the most important relationship in a person's life. And read this people and learn something....

Another American Douche

(3) According to Wikipedia- the acute effects of the bombings in Hiroshoma killed 90,000-166,000. In Nagasaki it was 60,000-80,000.

(1) In the Pearl Harbor attack, casualties included 2,335 servicemen and 68 civilians.

(2) According to an article by Stephen M Walt for Foreign Policy magazine, the number of deaths of Afghan civilians from 2001-2009 is about 12,000-32,000. In Iraq, about 16,000 with the initial invasion and at least 100,000 more during occupation. The numbers are probably even higher.

(3) The September 11th "attacks" -2,976 victims and 19 hijackers.

It's funny to me now how, in an effort to expunge Islam, but not the Muslim community, a douchebag preacher is going to hold a massive book burning ceremony. First of all, let me say that this man has very poor grammar. Second of all, it tickles me pink when he says that Islam is the the devil and asks "why do we defend oppression." Hmmmm. There's that good ol' boy end oppression with oppression statement again. It's so like old white American men to say something so incredibly contradictory. I'm not saying that I agree with the Islamic religion entirely, but I don't believe that the Christian bible is any better either. Both are chauvinistic texts created by men throughout the ages. Neither hold any real truth. One is a book of fables, the other is a book designed to govern and control, well I guess that part is in both. Hey I have a great idea, I'll hold my own burning of sacred texts day! Everyone come on out and burn it all! Religious people have stooped, yet again, to an all time low. I just hope that when these ignorant back-woods, white supremicist, chauvinist a-holes die off, the younger generations of the world will come together in a glorious atheist movement. We'll call it something catchy like, "The Human Existence." People throughout will stop playing pretend with their imaginary deities and learn to exist amongst eachother, and simply be happy and live for today!

So if you read this watch the video I will be attaching, if you haven't seen it already. It's a good one folks...I can't wait for the writers of Southpark to make an episode about it (which hopefully they will).

I suppose that's all for now, thanks for listening :)

Here is the link to the video....

http://cnn.com/video/?/video/us/2010/07/29/ricks.burn.koran.cnn





(1) Anderson, Erik. "Pearl Harbor Facts." Pearl Harbor: The Bombing. Web. 21 Aug 2010. http://www.erikanderson.net/pearlharbor/index.html.

(2) Walt, Stephen M. "Why they hate us (II): How many Muslims has the U.S. killed in the pst 30 years." Foreign Policy. 30 Nov 2009: Web 21 Aug 2010. http://www.foreignpolicy.com

(3) "Atomic bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki." <http://en.wikipedia.org>.

"September 11 Attacks." http://en.wikipedia.org.

Such a complicated mess; that's what life is. So many things to do and possibly so little time to do them. Unanswered questions of the universe and human existence. But hey, at least I have good ol' Rod :) "Be courageous and be brave, and in my heart you'll always stay....forever young!" Beautiful words sung by a beautiful man. This week is Friday the 13th..Yay! How to celebrate, you might ask? A beer and a old horror movie :) The simple things in life right? Trying to do life all by yourself is a very scary thought. A lot of people do it. I am not one of those people. I have always had someone there to hold my hand, guide me, give me suggestions and advice. Maybe it's time to grow some balls and do my own shit. These are the kind of thoughts that stream through your brain when its cloudy/rainy out and you don't have any cool people to hang out with yet....And you've been stuck in your own mind for months now and just waiting for life to start because you don't know where to begin in starting your life. We need friends and loved ones. It's too boring and difficult without them. I wish all mine were here with me now. I think I'm just having one of those crappy days. It happens a lot in Idaho. Despite Boise and it's faux hippieness, this place is totally lame.

My first August post. I'm turning 22 this month. Strange to think about. Still working at the same crappy job, waiting for school to start. Only a couple more weeks though and I may feel enthused about life again :) I can already smell the classroom air! The issue of parking, running from building to building as to not be late for classes, the heated debates! What fun :) I am absolutely going to enjoy this semester. Well, that's all I have right now. Tootle-oo

Approximately 9 hours of flying today (with delays). I do believe Mother Nature was pissed off and just being a karmatic bitch today. Although I hate flying, yet realize it is a very easy way to get from point A to B, and hate how it pollutes to form such miraculous looking cloud cover, it wasn't so bad. During my extra stop and delay today I got to see the FL sunset from above; just chillen in the clouds. It was pretty amazingly beautiful. Another accomplishment....finished The Geeks, by Jon Katz...totally excellent read FYI! I felt compassion and understanding of geekhood. I never considered myself a geek exactly, but I could definitely relate (as many can I'm sure) to the young Jesse. Life is messy and complicated until you chill out your mind and keep it simple stupid! I cannot remember where I heard that saying at this present moment in time, as I have has too many Stella Artois's's :p It's fun to think that a decade ago geeks were just starting to break out and now...we are everywhere! ha ha ha, revenge for my father ladies and gents, who was and still is a geek masta! Okay it is about 5:30 east coast time and about 3:30 uhhh Idaho time, where I currently reside, so I suppose it is time for the sandman to take me away....goodnight to all and to all a goood night :)

So, it's beginning to seem that I don't have a lot to write about unless I'm appalled or really irritated with something. Let's see what did I hear about this week....oh yeah. Apparently, there are laws that any inheritance, or "gift", of a certain amount of money will be taxed, even though it was probably already taxed when it was earned. Hmmm. I'm not sure I follow on that one. I heard about this on the news, probably CNN, these two flaky women were discussing finance and relationships, and the issue was mentioned. I almost wish that news people were ugly. Maybe I would find it easier to listen to what they have to say. Attractive people tend to look moronic and overly ambitious in my opinion. I mean, it's news, why should it be attractive.

This whole blogging thing is really gonna take some getting used to. I started of so strong and now I feel like I'm neglecting my site. Pretty pointless to make this thing and not put it to good use, would you agree? I've kept diaries and journals before so I'm used to talking to myself, but this is so different, on the off-chance people might actually read it... Almost starting to wish I had one of those goofy i phones or smart phones with great viewing and internet capabilities. Then I could blog any time any where! hah Can't believe I just said that.

Well, sweet dreams to all, until next time on
A blog story......

Universe

Last night I watched the new show on science channel, "Through the Wormhole with Morgan Freeman." Totally excellent! It really gets your brain churning and tripping out with the possibilities of explaining our existence. My favorite had to be the computer theory; that we are all a bunch of Sims being controlled by a super computer! Triipy. Interesting as well was the psychologist who believed that we have a portion of our brain that, when stimulated, brings out the god complex. He had this crazy helmet to simulate the experience, def wanna try on that helmet. If you haven't seen the show yet, I highly recommend it. I will have to say that as far as religion is concerned, I have always believed that it's all in our minds. However, that still doesn't explain why we exist. I guess I will keep hypothesizing and wait for the scientists to figure out the mathematics behind the universe.

Interesting thought I had the other day... the only people who ever called me and idealist and said that my ideas were good, but they would never happen....men. Yep, I pretty much decided that even if I've had females disagree with me, never did they raise there voice and talk to me like a was a silly dreamer with her head in the clouds. All that negativity comes from males. Very interesting indeed.

WTF was that cougar thinking!

So, it's pretty late. I'm enjoying a nice cold beverage; it seems as good a time as any to blog my thoughts on the day. Work, that minimum wage job that I have, not too shabby, except for the last customer of the night. Crazy cougar who believed herself to be a "stylist". Short version she had a return that would never end and I didn't get out of there til well after 10 o'clock. What made me laugh, besides her entire presence and demeanor, the fact that she looked at my manager and asked, "Do they receive over-time pay for this?" Hmmm. I'm pretty sure when your working as a part-time cashier for a corporation making hourly, there is no such thing as over-time. Nope folks, I have pretty much put myself in yet again another lame ass job that doesn't pay me enough. So, my questions to myself; is school going to be worth it? Am I completely wasting my time right now working a lame ass job waiting to attend an institution that I will never fully agree with, mostly because the possibility of the world ending in a couple of years is still in the air? Shouldn't we all just say screw it, screw these boring and pointless jobs and careers that we focus on so much. Let's get out there and do whatever the hell it is we wanna do! Why do we allow ourselves to get sucked into the so-called American Ideal or American Dream. Yeah let me work my ass off so I can get some paper and buy more junk. Survival and fun. That is what life should be all about. Side note: I heard an awesome song today by the Expendables. Don't know if you've heard of them, there new to me, but I like 'em. I think the title was, oh hell I can't remember, but anyway it was about enjoying a nice bowl of goodness with your lover or friend. Go check it out. Well, I do believe I am going to finish my beverage and get some sleep. G'night, whomever reads this...

Apples to Apples is the best game. Connecting random adjectives and nouns, my fav. I made a ridiculous chocolate mousse pie. Waaay too much confectioners sugar. I now feel like a tweaker, only I have no desire to work on cars. Played the lotto today and thought about what exactly I would do with a mega million win. First, get married in the Redwoods. Then, buy some property, most likely in the Colorado Rockies or Ireland and take some agriculture classes, maybe some survival classes. Learn basically everything I have ever wanted to, i.e. rappelling, skydiving, bow hunting (for survival purposes only I'm not that sick), and probably go on a huge book/movie shopping spree. Def. get into some investing, not necessarily stocks. Def put a lot of money into education for the U.S. Def in five or so years have a child of our own and either adopt or open up a children's program of sorts. The list could go on and on. Then thought, do we need money to fulfill our dreams in modern society? I guess in some ways yes. I think that's pretty lame. I know that if I did have millions, it would be gone by the time I was dead. I mean, I would not let my kids have a trust fund, and I wouldn't let it go to junk. It would def have to be spread out in some way. It would have to really make a difference otherwise what is the point in having money. After all, its just paper. I wonder what it was like to live in a time where you could just go out and claim ownership over space. Build a home for your family and live to survive. When I was a little girl, I was in love with the idea of a huge house and lots of money. That really isn't as appealing now. I would much rather settle for a small house, a little bit a land and just enough food to eat, water to drink and clothes to keep me warm. I think being a nomad is the best idea. If you think about it, it allows for the land and animals and whatnot to replenish. Maybe we were really meant to be a nomadic breed.
Although I may wish for this simple nature-oriented, survivalist kind of lifestyle, and to be a minimalist, I don't know if that is exactly the standard I will live up to. That is a very depressing realization. I am just another obnoxious, pointless, destructive, messy human-being. I am most likely too lazy to live a natural life, though I will try my best I will fail. I do not believe in sinners, or other weird sadistic terms like that to describe the human race. Unfortunately, we are simply human. We may the intelligence and capabilities to perform wonders and miracles, but I think that being human is what will always hold us back from being simplistic and naturalistic. To those that do, I commend you on your abilities. I guess I'm done ranting for now. Goodnight or good morning.

I was flipping through channels last night and found Arnold "The Governator" being interviewed on Nightline. It's about a 7 or 8 minute interview about what he's been doing lately and where he will go after his term is up. What caught my attention was when the oil spill was mentioned and his opinions on it. I personally have never really appreciated the idea on an actor such as Schwarzenegger being so involved in politics. However, after hearing what he had to say about the spill, I may have to change my opinion of him ever so slightly. I'm gonna post the video here watch for yourselves. It's about 4 and half 5 min. into it. He basically says as a country we are to blame for not pushing oil companies to have safety features. I have to agree. It is the nations fault we are in this mess. Not to downplay BP's responsibility or Congress or any of the other a-holes who didn't help the situation, but it is up to us as the people to take back our country. It is up to us to pay attention to the details and stay involved. This country has gone to shit because people became lazy and self absorbed, which in turn allowed lazy self absorbed douchebags to weasel their way into office. We may be able to take a lot of money from BP and give them a bad rep, but that does not in any way make up for what has happened. The damage is done. Most of us use oil in one way or another. If we don't want another oil spill to happen drilling must stop. We must force our political leaders to use other sources of fuel. Force them to stop throwing money at "wars" and to big companies. Make them put money into education and better energy sources.
http://www.hulu.com/watch/155222/abc-nightline-the-governator-i-have-work-to-do?c=241:431

This is a little more difficult than I imagined. I'm not sure what to talk about. Definitely don't want to be one of those people who posts all of their intimate life moments on the internet. I'm planning to start posting one of my stories eventually. Then should be entertaining enough for people to read. At any rate, I will say that I watched Religulous last night. Great movie if you haven't seen it. A very important message for the human population. It's time to let go of your addictions and live life with common sense. It's interesting how many addictions there are out there now. Besides alcohol and the countless drugs that pop up (prescription and non-prescription), now there is a thing called sex addiction. It's quite sad really. Most of these people with sex addictions were physically and mentally abused as children, or have had some traumatic experience. No wonder they have intimacy issues. Of course the "sex sells" agenda in modern society was also considered a factor in this addiction. Especially porn on the net. I have a possible solution to this problem. Re-educate people on sex and its consequences and pleasures. Sexual education is so important at a young age. The more kids understand what its all about, the healthier an outlook they will have. Also, educating parents on how to talk to their children is incredibly important. Many parents, it seems, allow their children to whatever they please with whomever they please. Others are way too strict and say that God says no to sex. The lack of education in this country has destroyed people. It explains everything, why there are so many homophobes, racists, fascists, voyeurs, pedophiles, pimps, and even murderers; everyone is affected by society and their home life. Change society and the home life, change the world. It's so simple yet very few people try. I know that it's virtually impossible to get people to really care about what goes on around them, but its worth a shot. If your going to complain about the assholes of the world and the hurtful, then do something about it. I imagine a wonderful world where we don't really need politicians, maybe they exist, but they are philosophers. They don't bother us unless we ask for them or there help. Money doesn't exist. We barter and cultivate our own food. We only eat enough to survive and we all have plenty of time to play and enjoy the sunshine. Most people smoke marijuana to calm themselves. Other drugs aren't necessary except for those who actually depend on them for survival. Everyone meditates on a regular basis or does yoga or tai chi. Musicians are not wealthy because there is no money. All of the stuff that consumes our lives, the cars, obnoxious jewelry, televisions, cell phones, decorative garbage, all of it is gone. People no longer need material possessions to fill a void, or their intelligence is higher and they no longer see the use for it all. That, my friends, is a world I want to live in. Oh yes, and anymore douchebags and assholes are sent away to an island where they can torment each other and leave everyone in peace.

Two cups of coffee

I'm wired right now, thank you caffeine, off to work in ten minutes. Just thought I would post a little something while my mind is wandering in the silence of an empty house. It's amazing how silence can be so irritating. I used to think I liked "peace and quiet." I've come to realize that even when studying or reading I prefer at least the sounds of nature to nothing but the light rumble an AC unit. So I play music, or leave the tv on to substitute this silence. I wonder what it was like to be at the old Shakespearean plays, where apparently everyone had excellent hearing capabilities, even sitting at the upper level people could hear the untampered voices of the actors. It's not surprising that people had better hearing at that time. Today you go to a movie and the speakers will practically burst from the high volume. I would love to see more silent films. I love foreign films. Having to read to understand and pay attention to the expressions and actions of the characters. I guess it could be similar to silent films if you don't speak the language. I hate dubbing, unless it's an Asian film. Like the old Godzilla movies. Watching as the mouths can't quite correlate with what is being said. Anyways, enough rambling for now. Off to minimum wage I go....

My first "blog"

I always thought the word blogger sounded completely lame, yet here I am. I have decided, with a little advice from my wonderful fiance, to start blogging. I'm not sure if anyone will read this or respond, besides a few friends and family members trying to be supportive, but what the hell. Lets give it a try...

I suppose I will start with talking a little bit about why I have started this in the first place. I am one of those people that talks...a lot...about everything. I am incredibly opinionated and a bit of a ranter when it comes to world issues, my views on parenting, and basically what everyone is doing wrong with their lives. Journals and simply writing things down don't seem to really do it for me anymore. I hope to have other people read my thoughts and give their own opinions. I guess I am now going to be a blogger.