Finally

I suppose I should actually try and write something, like actually say something, but as is the norm, I have nothing to say.
Wait. That's not true. I have one thing to address, and one thing to complain about.

So, sometimes I stalk Janee's blog, because I normally agree with what she says, and noticed she called me out on her blog, which is her right to do so. I just wanted to address what she said in my own rag-tag platform, because I don't think she quite grasps my position. Or maybe she does. I would never say, as a former victim (or whatever the appropriate word is, because victim doesn't sound quite right) of rape that anyone woman anywhere deserves it because of crimes she has committed or because she can't afford a Benz. I was saying that you cannot necessarily trust criminals to accurately represent a situation, because all of them have the same story. Do I believe it happens? Sure, once and a while. I believe I was more discussing the fact that these women were claiming they were put in jail to divulge information, not that they were all liars about rape. I have never called a woman a liar when she says that, and I never would, because I know what its like to be called a liar. All I said on the subject was that not all male guards are raping women, and a woman guard can not always be found to search a woman in prison because there are simply not enough. I'm not going to lie that I'm a little upset, as someone who knows what it's like, and someone who wants to work inside the criminal justice system that anyone would think of me in such a way, but words do not always come across the best on the internet. That's my peace, I certainly don't expect a response and have do not plan on any kind of rebuttal. I don't really feel like I need to make any kind of explanation, but I would hate for any one to think I think women don't deserve rights. It is my only cause.

Onwards. So, Courtney is on my last fucking nerve in this place. Wait, hold on, let me correct that. When Fabrice is here the pair of them are on my last fucking nerve. I'm sick of Fabrice making three people watch American Choppers while he's on his laptop, or the two of them making out on the couch while I am trying to watch television or read in the living room. He thinks he's too good to play Just Dance 2 with us, but has no problem making fun of us, or offering suggestions on how we might dance better. Um, you come up here and dance, then we'll talk. She doesn't do anything with us, unless Fabrice will do it with us. The lines are definitely drawn in the apartment, Justen and I vs them, and we've had about enough. Courtney and I started watching season 3 of True Blood, something Fabrice has made fun of over and over again, and last night while I was at work the two of them decided to watch four episodes of it without me, which, okay rude, but even more rude for them to continue watching it while I am in the house. I have no choice but to be spoiled or to go in my room. I hate the fact that I feel like I should be in my room anyway when the two of them are here. I mean, COME THE FUCK ON. He's not paying rent but hes been here since the second week of december and he'll be here until the third week of January. He eats everything in the house, hes got this computer thing hooked up to our television using god knows how much electricity, plus another television in Courtneys room that he plays x-box on while shes not here, but hes constantly bitching about how much heat we use, how much water we use, Justens lamp being on. He doesn't do dishes, or clean up after himself, and he uses like 8 cups for liquids every day that Justen goes through the house picking up. The other morning I was watching a movie and Fabrice and Courtney came in and he just switched off what I was watching to his computer so they could browse through pictures of France. No, I wasn't watching that, go ahead. You don't have a laptop for this shit, you obviously need my television for that. Don't let my movie get in the way of your stuff. The other night I came home to them literally stretched across our couch kissing and watching Cars. O.M.G. can't you wait four fucking hours until you go to bed to do that shit? Justen and I have decided that I'm gonna invite Mike over and do the same, like totally just be all over him and Justen is gonna act like its completely normal.

Ugh. I feel better now that I got all that out. I'm generally happy about things in general.

Hokay. I'll write again in four months.
Peace ho

-mb

To Where? That's the important part.

Christmas has been pretty exciting so far. Sheldon party, McMullen party, Coburn family, all done. Franks and Gladstone families left.

I got a game at the McMullen party, William got money. Neither of us got anything at the Sheldon party, but my mom bought us a wii. Well, really she just gave me the money that I spent on it, so she retroactively bought us a wii.

I got a necklace at the Coburns and money, and William got a book and money. Plus his mom gave us a candle box full of money, which was kind of a fun way to give us $500 because most of it was in $1 bills.

All together we've made probably close to $1,500 this Christmas. woot.

Going to River City for new years with Nick and possibly my mom.

That's about all that's new/exciting atm. Sitting in the Coburns' livingroom in Albany right now.

So...Mike bought me a plane ticket for Christmas.

Ah, the winter season.

Every year, ev-er-y year we listen to the same bitching this time of year.

Mr. Agnostic doesn't like you shoving Christ down his throat, so he sues Walmart for making him feel ostracized. Mrs. Christian doesn't like you taking away her ability to say Merry Christmas, so she protests by sending a hundred email forwards with "MERRY CHRISTMAS. There, I said it!" to everyone she knows. Ms. Jewish makes a point of correcting ~anyone~ who dares say Merry Christmas to her, with a very snippy "Happy Chanukah" and Mr. Kanye West makes a public statement about how America hates black people because nobody ever talks about Kwanza.

Ok, everybody. Shut the fuck up! Listen...

Mr. I-hate-Christmas, it is not your Christian neighbors fault that Christmas is the "biggest" holiday of the year, so let them celebrate it in piece. No one is making you celebrate it. I think you can handle a nativity scene or two on your drive to work. If not, don't look at them.

Mrs. In-God-We-Trust, there are other religions in this country. I know you hate to admit that, but there are. Learn to fucking share... I mean, isn't that the Christian thing to do. Also, I have heard complaints that people try to "get what they want" out of Christians by saying that something is the "Christian thing to do." and to that I say... well... if it's the Christian thing to do, you should be doing it. End of story. No one is taking your religious rights away, so stop saying that they are. When I walk into Walmart (as much as I try to avoid it) you know what I see? Christmas shit. Everywhere.

Ms. Dont-insult-me-by-assuming-I'm-Christian, look, you have every right in the world to say Happy Chanukah to someone, and I encourage you to do so, but how about not getting so easily offended at someone for wishing you a happy season with the wrong holiday.

Kanye West, America doesn't hate black people. America hates you. If I knew someone who celebrated Kwanza, I would wish them a happy Kwanza. I would probably also ask what kind of traditions go with that, because I don't know anything about it, and I'd be interested in learning first hand, but I'm not going to go around wishing people, or worse, wishing black people specifically a happy Kwanza because that's racist, not the other way around. (Note: This is not to the actual Kanye West. The actual Kanye West, according to himself, celebrates "regular Christmas." I looked it up before completing this paragraph. The reason why I chose that title for the person is because, in my opinion, Kanye West is one of the most entitlement-complex driven people in the media in this country. This paragraph could also be directed at a paparazzi that actually wished Kanye West a "joyous Kwanza" in a tmz video-- of course it's TMZ, who else is that rude?-- and basically made an ass of himself instead of Kanye West, which I'm sure was the intent.)


The problem that actually drives this shit is commercialism. If the winter season weren't so heavily commercialized, then everyone could celebrate their holiday in relative privacy, and no one would even have a chance to feel offended. Door greeters could say "Happy Chanukah" and a patron could reply, "I celebrate Christmas, but Happy Chanukah to you." and the door greeter would reply, "Thank you, and a Merry Christmas to you."

It is our fault, by the way, that the commercialism of Christmas has gotten so out of hand. Well... ours and corporations. We let them exploit our weaknesses. Namely, our children. What does your child want for Christmas... they want the newest, most expensive toy, and you're going to get it for them, because you love them, and because if you don't, all of their friends will have one and their life will be ruined forever. Why do they want it? Because the tv told them they wanted it, and told them that they'd be a fool not to demand it from you. So you go and stand in an hour long line for a day and a half waiting to get it with hundreds of other parents in the same boat.

This is why my children will not watch tv. The can watch pre-recorded shit that I deem worthy and have cut the commercials out of, because children don't know what they want, they just let other people tell them what they want.

I have very little faith in the American public, or the American corporations. Within a couple years I will be living and working in South Korea, and you all can babble on about how America is the best place to live. More power to you, because if you like it here, that's great, but I have to believe there is something better out there, because I hate this. Everyone sues everyone, and the corporations will eventually rule the country. They will. Scifi writers know it, it's time we woke up to that truth too.

I also am aware of the irony that in telling people to stop complaining, I myself was complaining. You don't have to point it out, I know.

Resolutions are little white lies you tell yourself...

It's like when you're a kid and Mom tells you that they gave your dog to farmers who have a much bigger yard and a female dog for him to fall in love and play with and have lots of little baby puppies and maybe someday you'll get one of those puppies, but you can't visit because they live too far away, and Americans aren't allowed there because the treaty between their country and our country expired a couple months ago, and so they even had to smuggle Bobo out just to get him there and he's infinitely happier even though he loves and misses you.

Yeah, my parents were overly elaborate. That's a true fake story by the way. Poor bo. I'm still not sure exactly what happened to him, but I'm pretty sure it does not involve a farm, and it certainly doesn't involve my dog being an illegal immigrant to some random country.

For once I actually remember what my New Years resolution was last year: To learn at least one new thing each month/start one new hobbie. Which is vague enough that I might have succeeded accidentally.

Anyway, I'm being foolish enough to make one again this year. New Years resolution: Make money. again, vague, and super achievable.

I'm looking into cheap-skate ways to do it too, like donating eggs, blood, bone marrow, etc. Street performing on game days downtown. Music lessons. Writing a legit blog. Writing a novel (ha). Learning to program (ha HA). Selling my shit on ebay. Starting a web comic. and who knows...? There's always gamecrush.com

I could be a drug dealer... but I don't know where/how to get drugs. :P


helllloooooo craigslist :P

Female Judges. Pretty... and Pretty Dumb.

Ok, can someone PLEASE tell me why it is impossible for one of these stupid competition shows to hire a female judge that is at least borderline intelligent? I mean, there's a such thing as pretty AND smart.

What has my panties in a twist, you ask? The Sing-off.

Judges:

Ben Folds: zomg. First of all, I love Ben Folds. Second of all, he is a phenomenal judge. He gives articulate and useful comments, and just exudes musical brilliance. (kind of like a nice Simon)

Shawn Stockman: The lead from Boyz II Men. Great guys, funny, like-able, and still makes constructive comments. (Like a smarter, more credible version of Randy)

And then you have Nicole Scherzinger: Who let her on a show where she would have to speak? I mean, I'm pretty sure she took english lessons from Paris Hilton. Her comments to groups are usually somewhere along the lines of, "That was hot/dope/etc" "you guys did your thing," or my personal fave (vomit), "Shawn had a musical orgasm" Followed by (on the next episode), "I had a musical climax" BOTH of which were said to the same group of young Christian boys... uh... hello? Nicole? Could you think of a more awkward and inappropriate group to be talking about orgasms with???

Also, these shows are pretty obviously fixed sometimes. I.E. the judges voting off a group of such high caliber like the Wiffenpoofs (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sE5eye0eiYA). It was clear that one of the two male college groups had to go, because viewers like diversity, but OF COURSE On the Rocks stays because they were fucking youtube famous before the show even started.

Also, why is Jerry Lawson allowed to compete? He's been in music for decades. He's great, but that's not exactly making it a fair competition. Why don't we just have a show where a bunch of already made celebrities compete? Because it would be boring as fuck.

AAAAAnnnyway.

Two finals down. AgSc final was a joke. No literally, I laughed at almost every question. I love that professor.

"Who is known as the father of agriculture? A. Norman Borlaug, B. Angelina Jolie"

"What is every agriculturists dream? A. develop a super plant to solve world hunger, B. Own many plasma screen tvs., C. I don't care, I'm too busy watching Family Guys on my iPhone."

I really did learn in that class. He just doesn't like the idea of giving a final, but he's required to. I'm not complaining. lol.

So I still have Music History (easy schmeazy) and my vocal jury (fuck you Dr. J) on Thursday, but for now, it's reading day eve, which means... PAAARTAY! but not really. For me it just means more sleep :D

Edit: ALSO, Nicole's outfits are continuously atrocious. Each is 100% worse than the last.

brown dress is at my mom's. You can get it at anytime, or wait until I come home and I'll grab it when I come to hang with you.

BREAK

Everyone bitches about finals waaah waaaah waaaah. Thank God I chose an easy major. And that I am naturally smart since I'm such a procrastinator. Otherwise I would flunk out and work in a mcdonalds forever.
No disrepect meant.

Sooo its been ages and ages since I wrote in here, but like always I never have anything interesting to say. Life seems to be going quite well for me lately, which means something is bound to go wrong. I have been forced to listen to a lot of christmas music lately, which I hate. I'm a total grinch, I'm aware of it. Whatevs.
So, new boyfriend, my third one this year. Thank god the year is almost over, and hopefully this one lasts a little longer than four months. We had a chat tonight, things are going well, hes a nice guy.
Anyway, so I have one more final thursday, and a paper to e-mail to a teacher and then its game on. I'm gonna party like its my birthday. We're planning an old school party like we used to do in high school, you know the kind, where everyone is blacked out drunk, crying in hallways, sleeping with people in garages, etc etc. Should be incredibly awful, but I'm excited about it none the less.
I'm also really looking forward to new years, dunno what Mike and I are planning on doing, I just know that at midnight it involves a kiss, because he told me so, and he means what he says. I bought a really cute dress for the occasion. Speaking of, I want that brown one back please and thanks.

I have a red wii and just dance 2, not gonna lie, I am totally obsessed

until next month

-embee

I hate this moment in every semester.

Tuesday night of the week before finals. Because the end is so close, but it feels like it just wont get here already. Add to that, that I'm sick as a dog (a dog that's sick anyway) and you've got the perfect terrible evening.

BLEH.

Stop staring at me, Homework!

gtfo my apartment please

So, William has this new habit of having friends over all the time... even when he is not here. Like, I'm all for being hospitable, but... I like my alone time here, and I also like not feeling awkward in my own home with people I don't know. Am I supposed to be socializing with them? Because I'm not. I'm tired, and I have homework. I felt weird at first, wanting to go get breakfast but not knowing if I should offer food to people, but then I stopped feeling weird, because I heard the microwave turn on, and went out to find people making ramen. ooooook. Clearly William and I need to have a little chat, and I need to make sure I lock the door behind him when he leaves.

This is a really bizzarre situation. I mean, they're all nice people, but... They don't live here. I like just having one roommate.