So much for making it to class this morning. I had the hardest time getting up, and then Kristen texted me and asked if I needed a ride today (which indicated her not wanting to go) and I was just like... FUCK IT. And I put on the Lion King 1 1/2 and fell back asleep. (Apparently this movie turns me into a narcoleptic.) So I'll let you know how badly I did on my math test on Wednesday afternoon.
I learned how to write "I love you" in chinese today.
I have a headache.
I haven't got much to write.
11/17/08
11/16/08
All your base are belong to us.
This weekend has been eventful:
+ Friday came, and I wasn't a victim of my own spontaneous combustion. Seriously, if this week had sucked any more, I was getting ready to freak the fuck out.
+ Set up for the Rock Lobster which is always a blast.
++ Found a new "terrible" song to be obsessed with, and had a dance party with Amanda when we were done setting up.
+++ Andrew did the "Bye Bye Bye" dance on stage, and I got it on camera!
-- Couldn't fall asleep until damn near 3 in the morning because I was afraid of having a ridiculous nightmare.
-/+ Slept until noon on Saturday because Mom wasn't home to disturb me.
+ Islanders game Saturday night, with work.
- Got stuck babysitting a bratty kid at the game.
+++ Islanders won 3-2. And there were fights. Oohhh, the fights! :D
--- Lost my voice from screaming loud with JuliAnna and her cousin.
- Stayed up til 2ish, watching the roast of Bob Saget (which was actually pretty funny); because
I was still scared of the nightmare.
+ Woke up at a decent, but not too early hour.
+/- Queens Adventure (Read more below)
- Coming home and talking to Mom about my plans for Missouri, and having her disapprove without hearing me out. (Read more below)
+++ I love my boyfriend very much.
The Queens Adventure (Extended Edition)
So, Sam and I went into Queens today, to do some research for her DNY project. Oh Kurt, it was the most pointless trip I've ever been on -- while being completely hysterical, and worth it at the same time. We got into Queens, and found our way to Yellowstone (?) Road. The first thing we noticed, was our end destination: Cheeburger Cheeburger. Sam mentions that she thinks theres another one closer to the Barnes and Noble I want to go to, so we might as well go to that one instead. I agree, not knowing what I know now... And we continue on our hopeless journey. From that point, we got ourselves all fucked up with the directions (mind you, we have the GPS plugged in and turned on) because we're trying to get onto the opposite side of the Queens Boulevard Service Road, and can't actually turn right, because Queens Boulevard itself, is immeadiately parallel to us. So eventually we find our way to Austin Rd. (which is where this fucking B&N is) and we're going to park and walk... but we still haven't seen the Cheeburger Cheeburger that Sam was talking about. There's a Johnny Rockets and about 600 shitty looking pizza joints, but no Chee to be seen. I'm not going to tell you how long it took us to realize that there wasn't a Chee on Austin. Or how long it took us to realize that Austin was a block parallel to Queens Boulevard Service Road. OR EVEN how long it took us to realize that every time we turned back onto Austin, we were JUST missing the block that the actual Chee was on. -le sigh- So now imagine all of that bullshit, while the traffic is all fucked up (because parking in that shithole place is impossible); and on top of it, you have me yelling out the windows to pedestrians, picking fights with other motorists and doing a pretty bigoted social commentary. On top of that, when we finally got to Chee, it wasn't that great. Well. The onion rings were, but I'm not getting into it. It was a trip to remember. That's all I'm saying.
My Mother is Insane
So I told Jane this evening about my plans to visit Cory in Missouri after Christmas. Obviously, her reaction wasn't what I would have liked it to have been, otherwise this... um... segment? wouldn't exist. Anyway, I tell her I'm thinking of going on a vacation. And she gives me this dirty look, like "bitch, where the FUCK do you think you're going?" So I tell her I'm gonna go hang out with Cory, and she puffs up and then stares at the TV for five minutes, without saying a damn thing on the subject. If theres one thing I can say about my entire family, it's this: We all live under a constant banner of avoidance. All of us. If I hadn't probed her for a reaction, I'd probably STILL be waiting to hear what she had to say. So then after I ask her what she's thinking, she goes off on this whole spiel about me not knowing him "in real life" (this is her terminology, seriously) and that he's gonna be different in person, than he is when we're on the phone or online. And I said, "No. That's not how it's gonna go down Mom." And then she says, "And at any rate, I'd feel more comfortable if he came here first." ...HAHAHAHAHA. Fucking right, Jane. Sure. I'm going to have him come out here, so that you and the rest of my family can scare the piss out of him? Riiight. I held my tongue on the matter, and just kind of gave her this look that said, "I don't care what you think." and she puffed up again and said "Well, I'm not too thrilled about this, but do what you want."
Thank you very much, Mom. I am going to do what I want. Listen, I'm 20 years old. I'm going to do what I want to do, and that which will make me happy. I don't need your permission anymore. And while I could gladly say 'fuck you' and do whatever I please, it would be nice if I had your support in the matter. You always said that after what your mother and my aunt did to you, regarding my father and their dislike for him, you'd never do the same to me. And yeah, this is completely different, I understand. I'm about to hop on a plane to meet someone for the first time, who I'm already madly in love with. It's different than your situation. Definitely. But I would expect you, as my mother, to be supportive of me. And the fact that you aren't, after everything you've been through, and the promises you made me... Well, that's just really disappointing.
Either way, I'm going to Missouri at the end of December. And it will probably be the most amazing time of my life. I could care less what anyone else thinks about it.
+ Friday came, and I wasn't a victim of my own spontaneous combustion. Seriously, if this week had sucked any more, I was getting ready to freak the fuck out.
+ Set up for the Rock Lobster which is always a blast.
++ Found a new "terrible" song to be obsessed with, and had a dance party with Amanda when we were done setting up.
+++ Andrew did the "Bye Bye Bye" dance on stage, and I got it on camera!
-- Couldn't fall asleep until damn near 3 in the morning because I was afraid of having a ridiculous nightmare.
-/+ Slept until noon on Saturday because Mom wasn't home to disturb me.
+ Islanders game Saturday night, with work.
- Got stuck babysitting a bratty kid at the game.
+++ Islanders won 3-2. And there were fights. Oohhh, the fights! :D
--- Lost my voice from screaming loud with JuliAnna and her cousin.
- Stayed up til 2ish, watching the roast of Bob Saget (which was actually pretty funny); because
I was still scared of the nightmare.
+ Woke up at a decent, but not too early hour.
+/- Queens Adventure (Read more below)
- Coming home and talking to Mom about my plans for Missouri, and having her disapprove without hearing me out. (Read more below)
+++ I love my boyfriend very much.
The Queens Adventure (Extended Edition)
So, Sam and I went into Queens today, to do some research for her DNY project. Oh Kurt, it was the most pointless trip I've ever been on -- while being completely hysterical, and worth it at the same time. We got into Queens, and found our way to Yellowstone (?) Road. The first thing we noticed, was our end destination: Cheeburger Cheeburger. Sam mentions that she thinks theres another one closer to the Barnes and Noble I want to go to, so we might as well go to that one instead. I agree, not knowing what I know now... And we continue on our hopeless journey. From that point, we got ourselves all fucked up with the directions (mind you, we have the GPS plugged in and turned on) because we're trying to get onto the opposite side of the Queens Boulevard Service Road, and can't actually turn right, because Queens Boulevard itself, is immeadiately parallel to us. So eventually we find our way to Austin Rd. (which is where this fucking B&N is) and we're going to park and walk... but we still haven't seen the Cheeburger Cheeburger that Sam was talking about. There's a Johnny Rockets and about 600 shitty looking pizza joints, but no Chee to be seen. I'm not going to tell you how long it took us to realize that there wasn't a Chee on Austin. Or how long it took us to realize that Austin was a block parallel to Queens Boulevard Service Road. OR EVEN how long it took us to realize that every time we turned back onto Austin, we were JUST missing the block that the actual Chee was on. -le sigh- So now imagine all of that bullshit, while the traffic is all fucked up (because parking in that shithole place is impossible); and on top of it, you have me yelling out the windows to pedestrians, picking fights with other motorists and doing a pretty bigoted social commentary. On top of that, when we finally got to Chee, it wasn't that great. Well. The onion rings were, but I'm not getting into it. It was a trip to remember. That's all I'm saying.
My Mother is Insane
So I told Jane this evening about my plans to visit Cory in Missouri after Christmas. Obviously, her reaction wasn't what I would have liked it to have been, otherwise this... um... segment? wouldn't exist. Anyway, I tell her I'm thinking of going on a vacation. And she gives me this dirty look, like "bitch, where the FUCK do you think you're going?" So I tell her I'm gonna go hang out with Cory, and she puffs up and then stares at the TV for five minutes, without saying a damn thing on the subject. If theres one thing I can say about my entire family, it's this: We all live under a constant banner of avoidance. All of us. If I hadn't probed her for a reaction, I'd probably STILL be waiting to hear what she had to say. So then after I ask her what she's thinking, she goes off on this whole spiel about me not knowing him "in real life" (this is her terminology, seriously) and that he's gonna be different in person, than he is when we're on the phone or online. And I said, "No. That's not how it's gonna go down Mom." And then she says, "And at any rate, I'd feel more comfortable if he came here first." ...HAHAHAHAHA. Fucking right, Jane. Sure. I'm going to have him come out here, so that you and the rest of my family can scare the piss out of him? Riiight. I held my tongue on the matter, and just kind of gave her this look that said, "I don't care what you think." and she puffed up again and said "Well, I'm not too thrilled about this, but do what you want."
Thank you very much, Mom. I am going to do what I want. Listen, I'm 20 years old. I'm going to do what I want to do, and that which will make me happy. I don't need your permission anymore. And while I could gladly say 'fuck you' and do whatever I please, it would be nice if I had your support in the matter. You always said that after what your mother and my aunt did to you, regarding my father and their dislike for him, you'd never do the same to me. And yeah, this is completely different, I understand. I'm about to hop on a plane to meet someone for the first time, who I'm already madly in love with. It's different than your situation. Definitely. But I would expect you, as my mother, to be supportive of me. And the fact that you aren't, after everything you've been through, and the promises you made me... Well, that's just really disappointing.
Either way, I'm going to Missouri at the end of December. And it will probably be the most amazing time of my life. I could care less what anyone else thinks about it.
~fin.
Oh! I get my math test back tomorrow. I took it in about 25 minutes, and was the first one finished and out of class. That's either really good, or really bad. At any rate, I'll let you know how I did tomorrow. (Yay for one class and then being able to come home and sleep.) :D
11/8/08
"Perfectly Flawed" is Perfectly Fucked
[Warning: I'm offensive, and I don't care. If you have a problem with my free expression, or anything I have to say; you can go fuck yourself.]
I was just talking to my friend Ben, and the term "perfectly flawed" came up. Immediately, the red flag in my brain popped up, indicating that some massive bullshit was close-at-hand. I mean, think about it. Even the phrase makes no sense. Perfect = Ideal. Flaw = Defect. A perfect flaw? More like a perfect oxymoron.
Ben mentioned some sort of idea/theory about humans being perfectly flawed. Now... I've never looked into any such theory, and quite frankly I wasn't even aware that there even was one -- but all of a sudden, I was curious. So I looked around for some written theory, and could find nothing. I did however, find this shit. Which of course pissed me off.
This chick thinks that her flaws are what makes her like everyone else. Every rapist, murderer, robber, and general scum bag on this earth -- is the same as her. "Because in the Lord's eyes, we're all sinners." Okay! So basically, this "savior" of hers, looks at her as a piece of shit. And she's completely happy content with continuing to worship he who does not, and has never existed. Why? Because the perfection in her flaws, is that her savior is going to offer her forgiveness. But only if she lives a certain way, and does certain things, and certainly only if she continues to worship 'the Lord'. Because "No one will ever be flawless. Except he who can redeem us all." What a load of shit. Forgiveness isn't conditional. There's no such thing as "Okay, I forgive you, but only if you ___". NO. No such thing. I'm sorry, but your non-existent savior is a manipulative prick. Definitely not perfect in any sense of the word.
But, I'm getting away from my point. Perfectly flawed is bullshit. Especially when looked at from this dipshit's point of view. But let me get away from this Jesus-Freak's interpretation, and focus on the literal aspect. I took these definitions from dictionary.com.
Flawed
-adjective
1. a feature that mars the perfection of something; defect; fault
Defect
-noun
1. a shortcoming or imperfection
Perfect
-adjective
1. conforming absolutely to the description or definition of an ideal type
Ideal
-noun
1. a conception of something in its perfection.
-adjective
9. existing only in the imagination; not real or actual: Nature is real; beauty is ideal.
I shouldn't have to explain this. Perfection and flaw are opposites. They cancel each other out. And adding in the thought that perfection (as well as religion, imo) is imaginary... Well, it makes the phrase moot.
Notes:
-I have no idea why I felt the need to dissect this as far as I did.
-I'm glad to have found a new blog location that doesn't suck, and which doesn't have the negative connotation of LiveJournal.
-I feel like this... tyrade of mine has no general point, other than to bitch about the stupidity of others. -shrug- So be it.
I was just talking to my friend Ben, and the term "perfectly flawed" came up. Immediately, the red flag in my brain popped up, indicating that some massive bullshit was close-at-hand. I mean, think about it. Even the phrase makes no sense. Perfect = Ideal. Flaw = Defect. A perfect flaw? More like a perfect oxymoron.
Ben mentioned some sort of idea/theory about humans being perfectly flawed. Now... I've never looked into any such theory, and quite frankly I wasn't even aware that there even was one -- but all of a sudden, I was curious. So I looked around for some written theory, and could find nothing. I did however, find this shit. Which of course pissed me off.
This chick thinks that her flaws are what makes her like everyone else. Every rapist, murderer, robber, and general scum bag on this earth -- is the same as her. "Because in the Lord's eyes, we're all sinners." Okay! So basically, this "savior" of hers, looks at her as a piece of shit. And she's completely happy content with continuing to worship he who does not, and has never existed. Why? Because the perfection in her flaws, is that her savior is going to offer her forgiveness. But only if she lives a certain way, and does certain things, and certainly only if she continues to worship 'the Lord'. Because "No one will ever be flawless. Except he who can redeem us all." What a load of shit. Forgiveness isn't conditional. There's no such thing as "Okay, I forgive you, but only if you ___". NO. No such thing. I'm sorry, but your non-existent savior is a manipulative prick. Definitely not perfect in any sense of the word.
But, I'm getting away from my point. Perfectly flawed is bullshit. Especially when looked at from this dipshit's point of view. But let me get away from this Jesus-Freak's interpretation, and focus on the literal aspect. I took these definitions from dictionary.com.
Flawed
-adjective
1. a feature that mars the perfection of something; defect; fault
Defect
-noun
1. a shortcoming or imperfection
Perfect
-adjective
1. conforming absolutely to the description or definition of an ideal type
Ideal
-noun
1. a conception of something in its perfection.
-adjective
9. existing only in the imagination; not real or actual: Nature is real; beauty is ideal.
I shouldn't have to explain this. Perfection and flaw are opposites. They cancel each other out. And adding in the thought that perfection (as well as religion, imo) is imaginary... Well, it makes the phrase moot.
~Fin.
Notes:
-I have no idea why I felt the need to dissect this as far as I did.
-I'm glad to have found a new blog location that doesn't suck, and which doesn't have the negative connotation of LiveJournal.
-I feel like this... tyrade of mine has no general point, other than to bitch about the stupidity of others. -shrug- So be it.
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