So I can't really think of anything...

So I've decided to do this blog on something that has been on my mind all week now. Why are people so against having a relationship with a significant other when you go to college? especially when you go to the same school or when you live with that person? Now, this is where I am coming from; I have been dating my boyfriend, Blake, for a year and 7 months. We meet the second half of our JR in high school. And yes, I'll say it, we are in love. I have dated a few other people and he has too, its not like it is our first boy/girlfriend. We know what we like and don't like and both of us love each other. But back to my point. I had someone tell me that "I believe that you shouldn't go down to college with Blake, that you should go single." Well, at first I thought about it, not like actually doing it but the situation. I thought to myself, I decided on college for Blake (because with out him I wouldn't have went to college) and I decided on USF because he wanted to go here and I loved the school. I applied other places, but fate brought me here. Also, I love Blake why would I want to go break up with him. I already found what I like. Other argued (now here’s my favorite point) that college is about experimenting and finding new people and looking at things differently and seeing what you like and don't like. Well, to be honest, I already know what I like and don't like! Why would I have to break up with someone that I am perfectly content with, and that I love everything about to find out that I don't like what I already know, I DON'T LIKE! This makes me angry if you couldn't tell. One of my biggest pet peeves is someone telling me that Blake and I won't work out. I don't understand how they could POSSIBLE know what me and my boyfriend go through. They might say we fight to much, which we do, and they might say that I show no "compassion," but they don't feel what I feel when I look at Blake. They don't know what I know when no one is around and how cute he is when he smiles. They don't know what I know when we fight its because of, usually, really dumb stuff that we get over real quick. I just wish people could keep their nose in their own single lives, and stop being jealous of my love life because I have what most of them want.
(Sorry if this seems forward, I kind of had a few select 5 in my head at the time of writing this. I didn't mean to make it at all single people, just 5 of them.)

Childrens Book

GUESS WHAT!? Mine is a political theme just like Mr. Miller told me to do.
I must admit it was fun.
So here it is, and if you have the actual foot book, you should follow along!
Left mind,
Left mind,
Right mind
Right,
Oh how many political minds you find!
Drill here
Drill there
Drill with dare
or drill without care,
Left mind, Left mind, Right mind, Right.
Low taxes
High taxes
Lots of taxes
No taxes
Vote here
Vote there
Absente ballots vote everywhere!
Left mind, Left mind, Right mind right,
Oh how many political minds you find!
Send troops
Add troops
Trick troops
Sick troops
Sad troops
Mad troops
Here comes more and more troops!
Government is small
Government is big
Is it only "Lipstick on a pig?"
His Choice
Her Choice
Baby has NO choice
In the papers
and on the screen
Oh how many issues you've seen!
Republican Choice
Democrat’s Choice
Even Independents have a voice
In the dame of democracy lets rejoice!
Obama or McCain
Which one would be the gain
just remember
to vote on the 4th of November
Left mind
Left mind
right mind
right
Oh how many political minds you find!

Weekly Post

Oh fun, here we go again. Another post, even though it's only my second post, still. Since I'm not feeling all to well, I'm going to make this an easy blog, nothing controversial. One of my favorite things in life is photographs. Part of me would LOVE to major in photography, but as my father says, "that doesn't pay. The only thing that pays good is business." Hence why I am getting my graduate degree in industrial and organization psychology, but this is subjected to change. My favorite picture is the picture called "War's End Kiss." (For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, here it is: http://www.cyber-cinema.com/british/warsend.jpg) Its so moving. Think about what people must have felt when they heard the war was over. They were so happy they started kissing random strangers! This picture doesn't just evoke simple emotion like, "Awe that’s cute." It evokes curiosity. Who are these people? Did they know each other? Was this planned? Was it truly the wars end kiss? I find it hard to believe some websites but here is one that I have come to believe is true, http://www.loisgibson.com/kissing_sailor.asp. The sailors name is Glenn Edward McDuffie and he wanted to true about his picture to be known. He said he kissed the women because he was so happy that the war was over. He saw a photographer coming and that’s why his wrist is in the weird position. This picture is more about just the people though. Its seeing the joy and happiness of seeing another war coming to an end. Hearing of love ones coming home, and knowing that the ones who have lost their lives for the country was not for nothing. It's seeing the joy and harmony that people have even if it is just for those few weeks or even days. It's seeing these men who fought stand tall knowing that what they did was all for the better of our country. I believe pictures can say this and more. And what amazes me the most is that it was just a lucky shot that will live forever in a symbol of happiness, freedom, and joy for this country. There’s pictures out there that can say this to, and not just black and white photos. The things I dislike the most is when a kid on myspace is like “Look at my photography” and it’s a picture of a cat in black and white. What the hell is that? Well my opinion is a poor excuse for photography. I’m not saying the average Joe can’t take good picture, in fact a couple of people I used to work with now do photography. Some is a hit and miss, others are amazing. Its just the feel for it. I just think photography is an amazing things because it can take one moment, one second, one sunrise, one kiss, and turn it into beautiful history.

Responses, responses, responese ;]

Hear the "US AND THEM" story read by the author kind of made me not like the story. He has a real nerdy monotone voice. Kind of like your 8th grade science teacher that couldn't make anything interesting. I really liked the story, don't get me wrong. It's just that the voice from the author wasn't what I was expecting. Now, I’ve heard books on tape and stuff, like the De Vinci Code, so maybe I have a bias because who ever read that story read it in a women’s and a mans voice. With this, I expected a deep voice who has more dynamic then lets say, Dane Cook (my main man). I expected the mother to have a rude condescending voice that was low for a women. But the neighbors voice he really did hit on the head. I also was expecting great things because my comp teacher said “I almost drove off the road listening to this the first time.” So I thought, this has got to be amazing. Maybe my expectations were to high. So all in all the story was good, just not the narration.













*I really can’t think of anything else to say.

Responses

As I was reading "Sex, drugs, and coco puffs" all I kept thinking was "How much longer?" Personably it wasn't a good choice for me. I think he tries to compare his life to movies and such, like the "When Harry met Sally" analogy, to he could get his readers to relate. Well, that didn't work out to well. Because one, he just explained it anyways and it went into to much detail. If your going to give an analogy, you should make it so you don't have to explain it. Also, he came off sounding like he knew everything about media. Everything he talked about he compared to some time of media, whether it be song, TV show like Friends, or another movie. It's like that’s the only life he’s ever seen. This guy should get over trying to find shit to write about and just get out there and experience news things for himself, and not through movies. Which kind of leads me to my next point. He always complains about relationships and how they all don’t work out. Well, we’re are all movie stars on a move trailer (this is something else I couldn’t keep myself to stop saying.) And maybe it is his awful dreadful “I know everything about media” personality is turning the right girls away from him. I thought reading “Sex, drugs, and coco puffs” was actually going to be about that, when all in all it had nothing to do with each other.

Reading “Us and Them” wasn’t as dreadful as the first. I actually understood the memoir, at the end though. The story flowed and gave plenty of detail. You can tell how nosey the whole neighborhood was though. The “okra test” and the test to see if the mother disapproved or was against TV by the neighbors shows that this neighborhood had a sense of insecurity because they had to know what the “Jones’” were doing (like keeping up with the Jones, get it?) I like the fact that he acted like he was waiting on friend that never came, everyday. Its like the parents really didn’t know what was going on. Also, I liked the fact that he put himself into the story as a young child. Like you got excited and you felt like he felt when he was talking about “organizing” his candy. Now, that’s something everyone can relate to. My favorite thing about this story is the fact that he said he never became friends with them to take away the mystery. “I could have done it on weekends, but friendship would have taken away their mystery and interfered with the good feeling I got from pitying them. So I kept my distance.” How ever, I didn’t like the fact that just because they didn’t have a TV pretty much makes them aliens. But I guess in that time you really didn’t have another form of entertainment like we do, such as computers, better radio, and iPods.

"lord please..."

Just to let everyone know, this will be the one of the hardest things i will ever have to write.

It was December 12, 2002. Only a couple days after my family and I drove straight thought the eastern united states boarder to come to my grandmothers side. She was the first one in my family to die, hardest one till this day. She practically raised me since my parents had to work to support three children. We are now all grown, both my brothers just graduated or just starting out, in college. And here’s me, a girl who has been through a lot. I'm just starting college as well and to be honest, I don't know how I’m going to reach my goals. The best I can do is go day by day. But the one thing that I think about every day is God. And the reason I think about God everyday and I know in my heart he exist is not only on faith, but one the one faithful night that my grandmother passed away. I was only 12, had to be rushed out of my 7th grade science class. As I'm standing at my fathers truck I asked what was wrong. A older 8th grade class was walking by and usually I’d be embarrassed as hell at this point because my “daddy“ is there are I‘m about to cry, but this time I didn't care. When my father looked at me and said "Amy, we have to go to Ohio." I knew what was wrong. She was really sick now. She fell earlier that week, and we thought things were going to get better, but it only took a week for her to finally pass on. For the best I supposed, but part of me will always want her back, forever. She was fine the day before when I talked to her. I remember so clearly talking to her about my new karate belt and her roommate named Roberta. I thought she was joking because that was my aunts name and it took her forever to convince me that her roommates name was truly Roberta and she was truly there. It still makes me smile. So I got home, and we pack quickly. Knowing that we have to make it to the hospital by the night for she might not be alive by sun rise. We drive, and drive, and drive. More green signs pass my face and more lines I count as we are driving out the 12 hour drive. I couldn’t fall asleep due to the fact of my adrenalin rushing through my veins and trying to comfort my mother. She was so close to my grandmother. To get over a death like your own mother is so hard, specially if you realize how close they were together. This point in time I didn’t realize just how strong she was, but looking back at an older age, you realize just what it took to not completely break down like she really wanted to. That came later, and only lasted a few minutes. Its hard to imagine to me how she did that, to me that’s stronger then superman. And I slowly realize what is happening to me. At only 12 it is hard to comprehend how things move, reproduce, decay, and live (even if you do learn it in biology class). We finally get to the hospital, third floor, and we hear the news. She’s in a coma like state, and she won't be able to respond very well, if at all. My mother tries talking to her. She was the closest to her, even though we lived in another state "Mom,” my mother said as the words quiver out of her mouth, “are you ready to go?" She looks back at my mother and says "No, I am not ready." as her last words. The night goes by and all the family waits, taking each breath as carefully as they can because they are scared that if they take a break to quick, everything will fall. The first night goes by and I want to spend the night, but I’m not allowed. My father takes me out of the room as I see another tear fall from my mothers cheek. I go home, and cry until my body can't keep itself awake any longer. This whole week I went through is still a blur. All I can remember are three specific days. The next day I remember is the day she past. I'm sitting next to her bed, holding her hand, only me. And in my head I ask "Lord, please... if everything is going to be ok let her squeeze my hand." And she did. Not a long squeeze, just a short little squeeze enough to let me know that the Lord is watching over everything. So maybe it was a fluke. That’s all I could keep thinking. That’s what I thought until I asked the Lord again. This time my cousin and my uncle were holding her hand. I said as loud as I could in my head "Lord please.... if everything is going to be ok have her squeeze my cousins and uncles hand." Not but 30 seconds later my cousin came running out of the room yelling "Grandma squeezed my hand, Grandma squeezed my hand!" (I hate this, I want to as something here to make it sound right but my comp teacher won't let me, so I’m going to put it awkwardly some where else.) Every time I start to stray away or question my Lord on something, I look back and remember this day. My Grandma passed that night. With Me, my mom, dad, oldest brother, and sister in law in the room. "The ones who truly cared about her." My mother quotes that every time she talks about her. That night will have changed my life later on down the road. I'm not saying I was a changed Christian from that point on, although I should’ve been, but God knew what was in store for me. God knew.