Good Day

Today I had a pretty good day. There was no particular reason why, and I didn't haven anything great really happen. If anything did happen it was probably kind of bad. I have two exams coming up on Thursday, and for some reason I am not that overwhelmed. It is probably due to the fact that I spent this entire weekend consuming my time to making study guides. It is nice not having to make the entire study guide a day before the test. Now I can just sit back and relax, and look over the notes a few times. What a relief. I also think I had a good day today, because I am going home on Thursday. I have not been home for a few weeks, so it will be a nice break away from the twin bed to my full size with my TV. I also got good news. Well it seems pretty silly but it is good news to me. I have a Netflix account, and I always watch the instant movies on my computer. But sometimes I think it would be pretty nice to be able to watch them on the TV. The last few times I have tried to watch them on TV, I have had to hook my computer up to the TV and that definitely a big problem. I had to use one of those HDMI cables and jeez are those hectic. I try to plug it in then it doesn't show up on the screen, then my computer screen gets screwed up and it just turns into a huge problem. So I e-mailed my dad today and he told me he ordered me one of the instant players. So now I just go online and add them to my instant area and instantly I can get them on the TV. I know it is kind of lame, but I found it to be pretty exciting, because I am such a huge movie buff. Movies are probably one of my favorite things to do when I am relaxing. Some people like the internet, some like books, I like movies. I think I could live with out the internet if I could just own a bunch of movies. Netflix has become my new favorite thing. I am supposed to get the player this weekend, so we will see how it turns out! Other than that excitement my day has just consisted of school and studying. I am preparing for these tests pretty far in advance. I really hope it pays off. That is the worst when I put so much time and effort into studying and then I get a bad grade back. Just like my online class, I have done all the readings and discussions, and I take a quiz and do horrible. I do not understand how that happens. Well now that I have rambled about some stupid player I have to get back to work. Hopefully I can study enough tonight, that I do not feel extremely overwhelmed tomorrow!

Commonplaces

There are many commonplaces in my life. For instance I think a big one is the negative stereotypes on Muslim Americans and Middle Easterners. The commonplace idea here is that Middle Easterners are terrorists. I think this developed from the attacks on September 11th. Due to the fact that those who attacked were Muslim, people just assume that the rest of Muslims are the same way. I have to disagree with those though, because I have a father from Iraq and his family is from there and they are absolutely the furthest things from terrorists. I hate when you walk around and see a lady with a scarf on her head and you hear someone talk behind her calling her a terrorist. This is the same thing that happened to Jews during WWII, and those who were believed to be a part of the communism scare.
Another commonplace I find quite often is that the wealthy are rude and arrogant. Of course this is true sometimes. I believe some celebrities to be rude and arrogant and that they demand way to much respect just because they are famous. But I also have to disagree, because I know many people who are of wealth and they are the nicest most generous people out there. I think this rude and arrogance ideology has developed from the media portraying celebrities and other rich people to demand more than what I can even imagine and not give any away to those in need. It is hard to think of wealthy people as “good” when they have so much and others have so little. I tend to think why don’t they share it with others, but then again they have their reasons. But then there are those who do share their wealth, and are respectful, and honestly do not flaunt their money at all. So I would have to disagree that all wealthy people are “bad.”
I also believe a commonplace is that smart people are nerds. I find this hard to believe, because I think being smart is actually a good thing. I remember in elementary school, the students who were smart and scored well on exams were nerds. People used to make fun of them for doing well. I think this commonplace is more common with younger generations. I believe as we mature and get older we see that being smart is a good thing. Now that I am in college being smart is something we as students all try to strive for. We know if we are smart we will get a better job, earn more money, and succeed more easily throughout life. But for little kids, being smart makes them a dork. I remember doing well in class, and not trying to tell anyone, afraid I would get made fun of. Today though, I am glad I am smart and will gladly flaunt it around.
Another commonplace is the idea that the poor will never succeed in life. People assume that if someone comes from a bad or low income neighborhood they will most likely never succeed. They see the horrible schools children are put into, the amount of welfare that is dispersed in these areas, and that lack of parenting that many parents give because they are too busy on drugs or trying to find a job. People believe that these low income generations will have more kids and then those generations will grow up to be the same way. It is hard to escape these circumstances, and many think most never will. I have to agree to this in some extent. Lower income families just do not have the resources that a middle or upper class family gets. It is hard for them to get through school and make it to college like most of us are lucky enough to do. I do have to disagree somewhat though. There have been times when I hear of the girl who had no parents and was able to do so well in high school she received a full ride to Harvard or some other Ivy League school. So it does happen, and kids can succeed. So to say that all the poor will not is false.

Another Long Day

I honestly could not tell you what I did this weekend. It went by so quickly, and all I think I really did was huge amounts of homework. Today I literally woke up at 10 am and started doing homework. Now it is midnight and I am still not finished. I worked on two study guides, because I have two exams on the same day on Thursday. That is the worst possible thing that can happen. It is like have finals, but even worse, because on top of those tests you have a bunch of other readings and homework. I am like a huge ball of stress right now. I only took three total breaks today. Two to eat and one to eat a snack. Wow am I exhausted now. All I want to do is go get into bed and watch a movie. It is a little late for that now though, it is way past my bed time. I cannot wait till these exams are over. They are seriously the death of me. The study guides were ridiculous. One of the ones I had was over 15 pages long. It was compiled of over 21 chapters from books and each chapter included over a million questions. Okay, not really a million, but at least four per chapter. That is so much stuff to do. On top of that I had to do a bunch of other stuff. A ton of reading for other classes, and writing works for some others. I think my brain is fried and I cannot do any more. I need a good night sleep. Luckily I have the day off tomorrow, but I still have a bunch of crap I need to get done. I still have to go to the library and do some silly assignment in place of my class that was canceled last Thursday. Then I need to go to the gym, because that is my stress reliever. Without the gym, I will be pretty cranky tomorrow. Then I have chapter for my sorority, which takes up a big chunk of my night. Then I have to read for English, my sociology class, my social class, and my African studies class. Geez... I keep thinking I am done with stuff and then more stuff comes up. It really sucks. When am I going to get a break???? Then I look at my schedule for next week, and I have a ton of homework to do then also. Great.... It is going to be a long week! But then I get to go home Thursday! Cannot wait till that day is over.

People Today

I have come to the conclusion that I tend to use this blog as a complaining device. Rather than annoying friends or my family, I just write all my thoughts out on here. Today I just want to talk about how people are so annoying sometimes. Like when you are walking and someone does not hold the door open for you. Or if you are driving and people tend to just think it is okay to cut you off or ignore using signals all together. People in today's society really only care about themselves, I come to that conclusion. Most people are out for themselves, and could care less if they affect or help any other person. People in general I find to be rude. Occasionally you will meet someone who is actually nice, but in general if you don't know them they tend to not give the slightest care about you. People will chew with their mouth open, make messes, cut me off, ignore me, and are just plain rude. I don't understand today's society. What happened to the days when everyone did everything for everyone else. I find that we don't have any sort of a community anymore. Our country has become so individualistic that the idea of helping out someone is completely absurd. It is pretty sad that I cannot even leave my door unlocked any more because someone will come in and steal things or who knows, try to kidnap me. I can't go anywhere alone at night anymore, because someone might try to do something to me. It's pathetic that we as humans cannot do certain things because of the threat of others. What happened to the days of little kids going out bike riding by themselves. Everything has changed, and in my opinion for the worst. People are becoming more afraid of everything. We are more controlling, and protective of our family and property. Letting someone borrow a shirt is even not a good idea, because you won't know if you ever will get it back. It is sad. Sometimes I wish I could go back in time to when things were simple like this, and I didn't have to worry about such silly things. I am afraid it is just going to get worse too. Our society is changing and so are our younger generations. People will become so into themselves that helping someone will be completely disapproved. I myself am even afraid to help someone. I am afraid that if I give money to the homeless man on the street he will just go and use it for drugs. I am afraid that if I walk my dog at night someone might try to rob me. I am afraid that if I approach someone I do not know they will pull out a gun and shoot me. Call me paranoid, but I think most people have to agree that our society is not what it used to be years ago. It has become a very scary world, and people are constantly changing into this awful direction. Hopefully the younger generations can make this change. Unfortunately, it does not look like it is going to happen though.

Changing Opinions

I usually stand pretty firm in my beliefs but there have been some cases where I have had my mind changed. Usually these changes come from how close of relationship I am to the person or group that is trying to change my mind. Certain views my parents have especially persuade me into some of my beliefs. If I read something online, I tend to already have an opinion about it that is hard to change. But if my father asks me if I read that article, then backs up his claims with some unknown facts, I tend to believe him. I think the person who is trying to persuade us has a great influence on whether or not we change our opinion. If it is just some friend you know who uses the word “like” after every other word or tends to just say “I don’t like this” without any facts to go along with it, then it is very hard to convince me to sway sides. If it is a professor, or someone who has had experience or knowledge growing up in my society, then I find it easier to be persuaded. I need to have facts. Without facts, I think it is just one’s opinion, and it does not really matter to me. I think experiences can change one’s mind also. For example, if someone smokes on a daily basis, but then has a family member die of lung cancer, this may persuade them to change their mind about it. Events can have major impacts on our lives and what we have opinions about. Religion is also very important. Some people may disagree with what Obama has to say because of a strong stance in their religion, others may agree because they are less conservative. This relates back to our parents. A religion we have been growing up with our whole lives or taught about tends to stick in our minds. Our parents and peers have constantly been pushing ideas into our minds throughout our whole life; it becomes complicated to change things. The only way I can really have someone change my mind is by presenting very hard facts to me. If I honestly think back to when someone changed my mind, I cannot depict one time it has actually occurred. I feel that I have grown up with the same opinions on politics, religion, friends, social experiences my whole life. The most someone has actually done is increased my opinion to sway even more. I have had people try, and sometimes they get close, but most of the time, especially if it is someone of my age I cannot be persuaded. I am stubborn and sticking with my ideas is very important to me. I do listen to the other side though. I give them a chance, but deep down I know that I am still very into my own opinion and ideas. I try to change opinion though, but by using facts also. It is a hard process to change someone’s opinion, because in essence it is changing a part of them also.

Animals

I am a huge animal lover. Ever since I was little I have had a weird obsession with animals, especially dogs. I think I was one of those weird kids who even played dogs. I would go out on my swing set and pretend I was a sled dog. I saw that movie Balto and instantly became obsessed. I watched it every day and imagined being that dog. Yeah, I know it sounds kind of weird, but I had a very vivid imagination when I was younger. I grew up being almost an only child. Both my siblings were already grown so when I was not around friends or at school I had to make up my own kind of fun. This resulted in playing all kinds of imaginary games. Anyways though... I am a big animal person. I cannot stand people who abuse animals. If I find out you don't like animals I instantly hold a grudge against you. I don't understand how people can not like them. Dogs never do any harm, unless they are mistreated. Dogs are the best friend any person can have. If I am having a bad day or something, being able to talk to my dog is the best feeling in the world. I feel that they just sit and listen. They never talk back. It is a friend that is always there. I have four dogs at home. Two miniature Australian Shepherds, a mutt, and a Yorkie. The Yorkie is cute, but she definitely has a personality of her own. She only eats chicken, and likes to hide in my parents closet. I think this is because my dad sheltered and protected her so much when she was young. The mutt was my grandparents dog that we inherited after they passed away. She is a great dog. Really loving, but not the cutest. She has one brown eye and one blue eye. They are pretty buggy eyes and most of my friends used to call her crazy eyes. The next dog we got is Cody. He is my dog and my best friend. He is a brown and white overweight dog. He used to sleep with me every night before I came to school, and when I come home he shakes his butt, because he doesn't have a tail, so quickly. I usually go to him if I am having a bad day. My other dog, his name is Ty is our new puppy we got this summer. He is called the junkyard dog. He is going through an awkward stage, his ears are big, and he is skinny, and his fur is thinning. He is pretty cute though, with big blue eyes. I cannot imagine how people could not love dogs. They are the best thing a person can have. No wonder they say elderly will live longer if they have the company of one. My parents always said if someone does not like your dog they aren't a good person. I'm sure this isn't always true, but a lot of the times it seems correct. I just love my dogs.

Things That Annoy Me

I think everyone has certain things that really annoy them. For instance, sharing a room with three other people and only getting about two inches of your own space. In these tight quarters, you really start to notice the little things that bother you. Number one: I hate people that chew with their mouth open. It is just disgusting and rude. I do not understand how hard it is to actually keep your lips shut while you eat. Instead the food oozes out and the sound of a horse creeps into my ears. Two: people who do not hold the door open for you when you are right behind them. I will be walking directly behind someone and instead of taking two seconds of their time they let the door smash into my face. I don't get it. Didn't their parents teach them manners and to be courteous to others when they were younger? I guess not... Three: Leaving hair in the bathroom. I think this is absolutely gross. They get out of the shower, leaving strands in the shower, then dry their hair and leave pieces of it everywhere on the floor. I take a step on the tile and I see that there are strings of hair in between my toes as I walk, and it is not mine. Four: I call someone and they don't answer. It is to be expected sometimes that people are busy, but when I know they don't have anything to do why don't they answer? I think they deliberately hit the ignore or silent button at times. Or they will call me and I call them back within one minute and they don't answer. Really?? Where could you have possibly gone within that quick ten seconds. I don't understand. I think they are purposely ignoring my calls. Five: I hate when people tell me stories that I don't care about. They go into details about some stupid event that occurred during their day, while I am trying to finish my homework. I try to tune them out but then they just get pissed off because I did not make a quick nod or laugh at them. So now I am used to giving a quick chuckle, but trust me, it is pretty fake. And lastly, I HATE MESSY PEOPLE. I guess this coincides with the hair in the bathroom, but I cannot stand people who do not pick up or clean up after themselves. How difficult is it to put your dirty clothes in the hamper or throw away your spoon you have already used. It is so disgusting I don't even know what to say. People today are lazy and were not taught properly by their parents. Cleaning up after yourself was something I was taught from the age I was capable of taking toys out of my toy box. These people do not care about anything by themselves. If they do not want to clean up, then they don't. Ugh! People really get on my nerves sometimes!

My Future

I remember being little and I always said I wanted to become a singer or movie star or some other far fetched idea. Who did not think that? It is crazy how simple things seem when you are little. To become a singer is no big deal at all. It is easy and of course you think that you can do it. Now I look back and think to myself, what was I thinking? I would never become a singer. Actually, my voice sucks pretty bad. Sometimes when I am in the car I turn the music up louder than my voice will go. I start to sing and I think I sing pretty well. Then I realize that the noise I am hearing is actually coming from the radio, and not my throat. Too bad... I wish I was a singer. It would be a pretty interesting career. The only thing that would suck about it would be the publicity. I could never have any freedom or a normal life. But I would not mind doing it for a day or so. I used to sing to my Barbie Dolls when I was little. My mom would hear me and tell me I was a good singer. I wonder if she was just being nice or if she was really actually serious. She was probably being nice. Because when I hear my voice today it is the most horrible sound ever. So anyways my hopes of becoming a singer soon diminished. I then thought I would be a teacher. I thought it would be a great job, great hours, and I would get the summers off. Then I came to the conclusion that I really do not like kids very much, at least for now. The teacher job became a bust then also. After that I knew I wanted to council people with their problems. That is probably why I chose to become a psychology major. That was a definite mistake. The absolute last thing I want to do is listen to people's problems. I am not a sympathetic person at all. I do not give a crap about other people's problems, as bad as that sounds. I am not selfish, I just do not care much at all. So I thought law would be good for me. I will make good money and I like to argue. I get so frustrated sometimes that I blow up. I think that would be to my advantage for a law career. So as of today I decided I want to become an attorney for celebrity divorces. Pretty far fetched too, but who knows maybe it will come true one day. People laugh at me, but you watch. I will go to law school at UCLA, take my bar exam there. Start out small, then head for the big one. I will become a famous lawyer for them. I think it will be quite the interesting career. We will just have to wait and see what happens.

Grades

Have you ever been around one of those people who insist on pushing for their extra points on their grade? Well, actually I am one of those. I probably try for every point I possibly can. Yeah I know it is very annoying, but I don't really care. I figure it might annoy some people in the current time, but in the future it will pay off. I am very picky about my grades. I have been since I was little. My parents always always pushed me to get better grades. It could be one of those stupid spelling tests you took every Friday in elementary school, but if I did not get a 100 on it then I knew I was awaiting trouble at home. I used to think geez why do my parents care so much what my grades are. It is just a stupid spelling test. But today I look back and really see what they were doing. If they would have just let me get whatever grades I wanted and not do my homework, then what would force me to do well today? I see kids who get absolutely horrible grades, and I just cannot seem to figure out how they let themselves do that. I have not gotten below a B in college yet, and I even think those B's are killing me. It really sucks when you try hard for an exam and you go to D2L and look up your grade and you did terrible. It makes you wonder what went wrong. I did everything the teacher's asked. I did the readings, studied, did the review, attended class, took notes, and still manage to not do well. Sometimes I think I am just not a good test taker. I look too carefully at the questions, when sometimes the answer is right in front of me and so obvious. I get mad at myself when I look back at the exam and see the stupid error that I made. In a year I will be taking the LSAT. That scares me, because I am afraid I will look too closely into the questions. Hopefully I can get over that, and just go with the flow on it. So far I have done pretty well this semester, but that can all change. In a week I have two tests on one day. I have a feeling that is going to be very difficult. I have a hard time just studying for one test. This is going to be like an early finals week. I guess I will just have to plan right and study for one of my exams earlier than the other. I guess we will just have to wait and see how that goes. Hopefully well!!

Quick Blog

This is going to be a quick blog tonight. I have a huge test tomorrow, and it is already one in the morning. I am feeling pretty confident about it, but I think I could still do some more work on it. My charger is in the bedroom where everyone else sleeps so I have no way of going in there without waking everyone else up. So I have to type out here so I don't wake them up with my loud typing either. I am writing and my battery is dying so I do not know how far I will actually make it. Don't you hate that? You are in the middle of something and your computer decides it wants to just die on you. It has no feelings whatsoever. Computers have their own minds I think. They always crash, or just cause some sort of uproar. They like to cause problems. Sometimes they make weird noises, or weird pictures come up on the screen. Who knows. I think they only last for a couple years too. Their lifespan is just not that long. Things have been changing so quickly that it is hard to keep up with the technology. Every month I swear a new something comes out. Whether the keyboard lights up, or it is smaller and thinner. Who knows. I just know that I have had this computer for only a year and it already likes to cause problems. It must be going through a stage. I had to get a new battery for it, because the other one wouldn't last any longer. I have a feeling this one is not going to last very long either. I had it on the charger and it is already dying on me. What is going on?! Who knows the answer to that question either. So I have been studying all day. Literally since I woke up I have been studying. I better get an A on this exam. Otherwise, I will not be a happy camper. It sucks though because I can only miss 3 questions to get an A. That is a joke... Well today's post is going to be pretty short, my computer is going to die. I will make up for it tomorrow though!

What a long day

So I believe I might be sick. I do not know if it is the stomach flu or if it is just something I ate, but I have been having the worst stomach cramps all day now. I went to my first hour and about hurled over in pain. I needed to go though because my professor decides it is fun to take participation points. And these points are something I will need just in case I don't do so well when it comes to test time, but hopefully I will. So anyways I sat through that class in pain, miserable, not wanting to be there or participate. After a horribly long hour and fifteen minutes I was free to go and hurl over or maybe even vomit, luckily I did not. I managed to make it back to my apartment and I threw my body on my bed without a word to any of my roommates. I skipped my first class today. It was just not going to happen. I have a roommate in there so I was able to get the notes from her. I was able to take a nap for a little bit, only about an hour. I try to manage to eat a bake potato, but I just cannot seem to. My stomach is telling me nothing can enter it or it will spit it back out. I lay for a while longer hoping I can miss my next class, because the lecture notes are usually on D2L. Unfortunately the one time I was sick they were not online. So I forced my sickly body off to the ILC and down the stairs, dreading another hour and fifteen minutes. I get there find out we are watching a movie so I decided I was going to take off. But no... Supposedly the movie was going to be on the exam, so I decided to stay and take notes. Turns out it was the exact same material that was covered in the assigned readings I had the night before. Wow... I was pretty pissed off you could say. After that I went to English. I needed to go, because I already have the two days I can miss planned out for a vacation I am going on. By the time that class was over I think my eyes were in tears. My stomach hurt so badly all I wanted to do was lay down. I managed to force myself to go buy some soup. It helped a little, now I am eating some yogurt. I am starting to stress myself out now, because I have my first exam tomorrow, and I just finished the study guide, and am yet to begin studying. Oh no... I hope I do well... I really need an A... Let's hope tomorrow goes well and I study everything and understand it immediately. We will see, maybe it won't be such a long day.

Random Post

Today my mind is blank. I did homework all day, and now honestly I cannot thing of a word to write. I have a huge test coming up on Thursday and I have been working on the review all night. I can no longer think of anything, and I have decided to postpone the rest of it and get a good nights sleep. I think this will be the first time I have gone to bed before midnight in a long time. I actually stayed in Tucson this weekend, avoiding the homesickness. Probably because I was so busy with homework and the game and school and what not. I think I do not sleep as well here though. My bed is extremely small and quite uncomfortable. It is crazy to think twin beds are practical for college students. Sometimes you see a huge guy walk by and you wonder how the heck do they fit in those beds. It is very uncomfortable for me so I cannot even imagine how it would be for them. When I buy sheets for my bed I try to find the most comfortable that I can. I am obsessed with going to Bed Bath and Beyond and touching all the sheet samples they have out. Honestly though I do not like to sleep under sheets. It gets pretty hot in Arizona and sheets just are not all that necessary. I would rather have a nice down comforter. I like the ones that get really cold in the middle of the night. My parents have a thing for traveling on cruises. We usually go on Royal Caribbean Cruise Line. They have the most comfortable bedding and sheets ever. I have looked every where on the internet trying to find if I can buy them. I have not had any luck yet. Maybe I should take them from there... No... I would get caught probably. I tend to have bad luck. I am a good kid, I never do things I shouldn't. But if I end up doing something a little out of the ordinary I tend to get caught and get in trouble. It surely sucks. I wish I could have good luck for just one day. Get one of those scratch tickets and win a hundred dollars. That sure would be something. The most I ever won on one of those was five bucks. I paid a dollar for it so technically I only won four bucks. To win the lottery would be something amazing. It sure would be exciting, but I probably never will in my entire life.

Child Memories

Do you ever wake up and want to go back in time and be a child again. Oh the simple days. The days were you got upset if you did not get accepted into the club by the old tree stump in first grade. The days were you would collect rocks and make clothes for them and sell them on the steel bleachers behind the baseball field. The things you did as a kid. They sure seem stupid now, but back then that was the world to me. Coming home from school and knowing I got to play dress up until dinner or dance practice was the greatest thing ever. My siblings were much older than me, so I usually was forced to play by myself, but I let my imagination run wild. There were days where I would play teacher. This was my favorite. I even went to a local teaching store and bought lesson plans and transparencies. I did not even have a projector, but just the thought of having the things my teachers did at school amazed me. I loved to pretend I was standing in front of a room of students. I felt power and leadership, and would sometimes yell at Susie who disobeyed me in the front desk. I even enjoyed playing Queen of who knows what country. I would gather all of my Grandma's old dresses and heals. They were always to large on my and my feet would step out of them every step I took. I thought they were beautiful though. All I wanted to do was grow up and be an adult and find heels that actually fit me. There was a gold shirt of my Grandmas that I would wear as a dress. It was my gown as a queen. I even had my own language sometimes. Who knows what I was saying, but I felt powerful when I spoke it. I would clip my hair up, because I wanted it to be short. I would see my friends parents and envied them. Oh how I wanted to be an adult. Now I look back and I wish I could go back to those times. You never had to worry about anything. Your homework was so simple. School had over three recesses just to play around in the dirt or pretend you were being chased by a monster, which in reality was really the smelly boys who at the time had cooties. As I got older I saw that I needed to grow out of this phase. I eventually grew up into a phase of technology. When the internet began to gain popularity I became fascinated within it. Every Wednesday after school I was allowed to get on AOL for an hour. It had to be quick and short because it tied up the phone line. I would get on, and hear that gleaming sound of "you've got mail." Wow those were the days. I would chat with my two friends, because that was the only people who even had internet at the time. It was probably the most fun day out of my week. Engulfing myself into the kids section on AOL. My parents prohibited me from the teen area, afraid I would probably escape into a chat room or something. It was fun, a lot of fun. Those were the days...

Back In Time

I always wonder who I was in a past life. I wonder if some of my dreams have something to do with my past. Who knows if I even really was someone. I have weird dreams sometimes. Some are about being in a war, the Civil War, or in the Roman Empire. It is not the normal I met someone famous, went to school naked, fell off a hill. My dreams are so vivid I wake up feeling as if I really went somewhere in my sleep. I like history. I like history a lot. I enjoy reading about the past and absolutely love history movies. Right now I am watching Cold Mountain. It is a civil war flick, and so far pretty good. It is crazy to see how they lived during these harsh times. To think young boys were sent off to fight and brothers killed each other. I like to see how these types of things develop. Why did they go to war? And why did they win or lose? I wish I became a history major sometimes. I am not sure what I would do with it though. I guess become a teacher? I don't think I could do that, I am not friendly enough with kids. I think being an archeologist would be a pretty fascinating job though. It seems pretty unrealistic. It is not too often you hear someone say they are majoring in archeology. I like to write about history too. Finding famous quotes and historical contributions intrigues me. Ever since I was young I engulfed myself in every history read possible. Most people find it boring, but it is something I truly love. Every war and even in past I find has some interest to it.

Someone needs to invent a time machine. Could you imagine the things we could learn as individuals and society from the past. There are so many mysteries to this country and even other nations. Looking back at Europe, and the discovery of America. I could time travel for the rest of my life. Sometimes I just want to put myself in someone's position from the past. See what it was like to live without a computer or television for a day. Sometimes those are the days I enjoy most; the one's without technology. It is nice to get away from it all. I think that is why I like cruise vacations so much. It is an escape from the rest of the world. I think society has become too advanced at times. It is hard to image what will be next. I just would like to go back in time. That would sure be an adventure. Go back in time and just see what it was like. What an adventure...

So today was a very uneventful day and now I'm stuck without a computer because I forgot to do my blog today so now I'm stuck doing it on my itouch. This really sucks I feel like I am a grandma right now trying to type. I am sittig at this place right now but I am sure there are other things I would like to be doing. I went to the gym today and I did Not bring any water then I sat in the sun and did not drink any water now I think I am dehydrated. I am burnt and do not feel so great almostike I could throw up it definatly is not fun. Now I force myself to be somewhere where I do not want to be. Do you ever do that? You go somewhere or put yourself in some situation beCuase it is what is normal or what eveyone else does. That is exactly what I am doing right now. I am sitting and not enjoying myself because I don't want to be here. I make my situations worse I think. I complain and plan on them bein bad and then they end up being bad. MAybe I need to be more optimistic about things instead of pessimistic. I hate typing on here because I do not have spell check and I am a horrible speller. Well I think this is going to be a very short posting becAuse it is way too dificult to type on here. Tomorrow I will write longer just to make up for this one. Sorry about the lame posting today it will be better next time.

Complaints

So today ended up being a decent day. I did complain, like usual though, and right now listening to others complain. Even though I am one to complain a lot, I absolutely hate listening to others complain. I guess that is a good reason why I am switching out of psychology. I don't have the time or patience for them. I really could care less about their stupid idiotic nights or stories they have to tell. I just give them a nod and a smirk acting as if I really care. The truth be told, I really absolutely do not. When people sit and complain about such minuscule things, I would like to place them into a position where they would actually have something to complain about. How about not having any food, or money to pay for health insurance. Maybe then I would actually listen to their complaints. But when it is about the boy who did not call them or their dress had beer spilled on it, I really do not give a crap. The best is going into a classroom and listening to what every one has to complain about from the weekend. Some of the things that come out of these mouths sound so unintelligent. It is hard for me to even believe some of them made it to college.

I really do wonder how some manage to do well here. I was a 4.0 student in high school, and I even think college is difficult. I then hear about those students who managed to pull a 1.5 last semester. Seriously? What are you possibly doing with your life. Do you never go to class or study? I think I could even do better without studying or going to class. I think it is kind of pathetic. Grow up people. How do you think you will ever manage a normal life after college. I would hope your parents aren't planning on supporting you the rest of your life. I know I don't want any help after I graduate. I am on my own, to build my own success and income. Really though? A 1.5... I just do not get it. How did they even get accepted to college. Or what do they do every day? Nothing? Lay around? I don't understand when I see other students watching TV shows on their computers all day or lounging around on the sofa. Don't they have homework? Or am I just getting into the wrong classes, because I know I have loads of homework. Enough to keep me occupied for the next year of my life.

Well let's just hope I never end up like these people. I think my parents would have my head if I ever did that. No way would they be paying for me to waste my time in college and waste my education. No way at all. If I don't pull good grades then I'm out. That is how I was brought up, and that is what I respect.

Just a Bad Day

So today I was actually in a good mood, until now. Sometimes you just have those days where one minute you will be happy and laughing and the next angry and upset. I really don't know why that happens. I should, I am a psychology major, but I don't. Today I sit here staring at my computer. My mind is pretty blank right now. I had to read over a hundred pages for my classes, and I cannot think anymore. All I can think about is getting in my bed and watching a movie. I think tomorrow is going to be a bad day too. I am being very pessimistic right now. I have now gone home for the past two weeks leaving on Thursday. This week I am staying here. I think I am a little bummed about it. I never wanted to be the girl who always went home, but I think I am becoming that way. I miss my family. That unconditional love they offer no matter what. I can wake up in the morning looking like a creature that has crawled out of a jungle and I still get a pleasant hi from them. I wake up here with a greeting of "what is wrong with you today." I need that comfort from others, I really miss that about my family.

So I sit here complaining again. I believe 3/4's of my blogs have been me either complaining about Tucson, school, or some other insignificant thing. It is hard to believe I have something to complain about when you look at others. There are people without homes and food, and I complain because I cannot go home for the weekend. I think I am a spoiled brat sometimes. I don't appreciate enough, I should though. For a day I need to put myself in someone else's situation and then maybe I won't complain about me all the time.

Hopefully tomorrow will be a good day. One where I wake up in my comforting bed, looking out the window to see the sun. But who am I kidding... I never wake up in a comforting bed. It is a bunk bed made from the 1950's. How could that possibly be comfortable. If I sit up straight my head will touch the sealing, while particles from a poor paint job manage to fall on me. And looking out the window to see the sun? That won't happen either. The windows in my room are fake. I open the blinds and what do you know; a painted window. That is really practical...

So lets just pretend that my bed is a large size made from this century and my windows go the length of a wall. Maybe then I will have a good day if I look at it that way. Just maybe I will have a good day. I guess we just have to wait and see what happens, no way to tel how it will be. I will update tomorrow whether that sun shined in on me or not. We will see.

She needs something

Today I think I am going to do something quite different. I am going to tell you a story. Today, she... lets call her Bianca awoke at 6 AM, more than an hour earlier than her alarm was set for. Stretched out as far as her legs could possibly go in her creaking old white bunk bed made from the times when people were a few inches shorter. She stared at her glowing egg clock, continually taping the top to see the time. Slowly gathering her phone and tumbling out of bed, trying to be quiet not to wake the others. Due to her lack of luck though Bianca slams her head on the florescent light bulb filled with moths and other insects that has managed to crawl their way and burn alive within it. Rubbing her head and screaming with pain inside she gradually brings herself up again. Walking out in the room only to see her roommate, we will call her Cecilia staring into her lighted mirror applying her routinely makeup. Bianca, already in a bad mood, decides to avoid Cecilia and walks slowly by. Pulling out the old rolling chair that has filled with crumbs from others who have used it in the past, Bianca pulls open her drawer. The drawer sticks, not just today, but every day. Slammed with junk she pulls even harder causing it to throw open and everything to spill out. Sour look upon her face, she gathers her possessions and shoves them back into the desk, knowing this will happen again tomorrow and probably the day after and after that. Grabbing her magnified mirror filled with fingerprints, has not been cleaned for months, Bianca applies her face. Bianca knows she is attractive, she knows she does not require much make up. She applies a little blush to give her some color and looks into the mirror, building her ego. Bianca patience grows slim as she waits for the one bathroom constantly being occupied by others insisting on curling their hair over and over again. After minutes go by, seeming like hours to Bianca, Cecilia stampers out of the bathroom and gestures a simple hi. Bianca, eagerly wanting to get away manages to offer a quick hello back as she proceeds to the bathroom. Shutting the door, taking a deep breath, Bianca has a moment alone. She has come to the conclusion, that living with four, there is not a moment alone, except in the bathroom. She cherishes this moment, sometimes just staring at herself in the mirror before someone comes knocking on the door, "are you in there?" they ask. Of course... Isn't it obvious, the door is shut. Bianca's time grows slim, her dreadful day of school is about to begin. Her mom says she is lucky, she knows this is true. But the tiredness is growing on her, and she is not sure she can handle another day without sleep or maybe even a nap. Bianca needs something. But what is it?

My day at home

Since I really screwed up my blogs last week, I am trying to catch up on them, so I think this will finally be enough to catch up. I guess for a change I think I will just discuss my day. A normal day might seem pretty boring to most of you, but a normal day tends to be my most exciting and happiest times. I went home this weekend for the holiday. I think a lot of people did, or they went to Vegas or some sort. I am a home person, so that is where I went. It was a great weekend. Filled with relaxation, lots of television, eating, and you know, all that good stuff you miss when you leave the drive way of your home to come to your small room at school shoved with four people.

Yeah, so this weekend was nice, but what weekend isn't nice when you are at home. I get spoiled when I go home. I think it is the fact my parents actually miss me. They even say well do you want to come home next week. I seriously consider the suggestion, but then realize I am in college and need to grow up and get out of the house sometime.

So anyways as I blabber on about my parents, today was a good day. I recently got a sewing machine, I know... kinda lame... But I have begun to fall in love with it. I sew everything I can find and so I wanted to make some head bands today. Could not find the fabric I wanted, bummer... So that was a bust, but o well at least I got to get out and run some errands. Then I did my weekly stop at the local Target. I think the people that work there wonder about me, why I go so much. I find it as a place to get away and just walk around. Who knows... I spent some time there then slowly went back to the car and to my house. I then dreaded the dinging of 5 bells on my clock indicating it was time for me to leave. I always procrastinate though. I believe I did not even really leave till 5:30. Oops.... My parents always say "leave before it gets dark out." They think someone might be able to run as fast as the car and leap into it and get me. They say, "don't take chances Kylie, you never know." Yeah, yeah, yeah. One day I probably will learn my lesson. So after an invigorating boring two hour scenic drive through the fabulous desert between Phoenix and Tucson I was back. Back to the 5 by 5 foot room cramped with everything I own. Slowly I walk to the door, unpack my stuff, knowing it will be a while before I can sleep in a bed large enough for my legs to actually extend. Now the countdown has begun, I think only 30 days till I go home again? Let's hope the time passes quickly...

The Simple Days

So here I go again, another daily blog in the life of me. I so wish I could make this more interesting and have a famous book published from my blog. But the truth is, I'm just not a very interesting person. I grew up a pretty normal life with both my parents two siblings a dog here and there a normal home. Yeah, I guess I could say I'm your ordinary American girl growing up. My dad though, he has a much more interesting story to his life. He was actually born in Iraq. His mother was from America and met his father in college in Chicago. They both then went back to Iraq. He was an archeologist. I always that would be a very fascinating job. I am always so impressed with history as it is. I have pretty much watched every single historical movie that is out there. Anywhere from WWII flicks, to the Civil War, to the Roman Empire, I've probably watched it.

I think my favorite era of movies has got to be WWII. Weird for a girl huh... I don't know why I find history so interesting, maybe I should have majored in history instead. Nah, instead I chose psychology, dumb choice on my part. I have no interest in psychology what so ever. I think it is boring, and so far every class I have taken has seemed extremely redundant. Possibly the program is lacking here, who knows, or maybe I am just not psychological myself. I like politics, and history, and past events. I like to look back in time and see how it has transpired into our generations. The way things have changed and grown over time I find amazing. Just the other day I saw a power point of pictures from the 50's. Wow were things different. Everything seemed so simple, and happy. Today the world seems to be in a chaotic mess. I look back and everyone looked so nice and dressed up, I would not mind for one day have everyone look nice. It would be a change and I feel people would respect each other more also.

I guess if I could go back into any time period I would probably pick the 50's. At least that is what my Facebook quiz told me I should be placed in. I am a pretty simple person myself and I think that would be a perfect era for me. But, there is no time machine, so I think I'm stuck here in the 21st century. I just hope things don't become even worse in the future. Whether it is the economy, politics, religions views, or even wars, things seem to continue to get worse. Sometimes I wonder when will it all stop. It probably won't, that's the problem. It will continue to grow worse and worse, and nothing can change. I feel bad for future generations to have to grow up in it. I just hope for the best that it may get better somehow somewhere.

Careless Me

I by far may be the smartest idiot ever. I may be an A student, but when it comes to remembering or understanding the simplest thing I cannot figure it out for the life of me. So just now I wrote my daily blog for Sunday. I then was reading the syllabus for class and cannot seem to understand when we are supposed to write these blogs. It says to write a blog every day outside of class. Does that mean on all the days we do not have class, or just in general every day? Wow, I think I look into things way too much. I've come to the conclusion from reading other classmates blogs that it is every day. So now here I am, making up for the days I have missed. I apologize for my carelessness. I even managed to write a blog yesterday, and I was extremely busy. I was in Phoenix for majority of the day then managed to drive down to Tucson for the game, then back to Phoenix. Talk about a lot of driving in one day. I almost fell asleep in the car, I haven't done that since I was about six.

Besides this careless error I have already seemed to make and it has only been two weeks since school started, I believe I make millions other times. Usually when I look at a test I got back, and am unsatisfied with my score, it is because I make stupid mistakes. I read the question wrong, missed the obvious answer, how dumb can I be? I am the type of person that gets an 89 and go into a depression, because I believed that I should have scored much higher. This comes from growing up with parents who yelled at me unless I got a 100 on the dumbest of assignments. I remember one time I think it was around 6th grade we did this little article assignment with questions in it. I think it was about space or something. I got a D on it. I showed my mom, because I felt guilty hiding it, and boy did I get laid into. I cried and cried, had to tell my dad, get in more trouble. Wow it sucked. But you know what, I thank them for being like that. If it weren't for them I would probably care less about my grades. Now I'm just one of those annoying suck ups to the teachers. I guess we will see what happens this semester. I'm trying to get a 4.0, just once I would like to do it just to say I did. Plus I need my GPA to come up so I can get into the law school I'd like to apply to. Wow, here I go again, rambling about my grades. I guess I am kind of a geek when it comes to school. I always have been, and I think I always will. And because I am like this, I have a feeling when I have kids I will be hard on them too. But, you know what, it's alright. It has worked out pretty well for me.

Homesick

Coming to college I never thought I would be one to become homesick. I loved to get away when I was little. Whether it was spending the night at a friends, or begging my parents to stay out past curfew, I wanted to get out. I thought it was so unfair when I had to come home or spend the day in a family outing. Embarrassing I thought, to spend the day with my family. A movie? Really, with you guys? No way, someone might see me. I thought this was just a phase most young teenagers go through, but when I ask my friends today if they ever experienced that with their parents, they reply a simple "no." I guess I just had some problems? Who knows... I know one thing for sure though, as I grow older, more and more I want to be around my home. I think leaving for school this year was probably the hardest. Not only did I have to be back two weeks early for my sorority, I had just got a new puppy two weeks earlier. I'm a big dog fan. Huge actually. I have four dogs right now and every one of them is something really special to me. I have an older dog, it was my grandparents, and when they past away we took her. She's a great dog, sleeps a lot though. Then we bought a yorkie. She has the weirdest personality. She won't even eat normal dog food. She needs chicken in it. Psychological, I'd say... Then about a year and a half ago we bought Cody, a miniature Australian Shepherd. He is my absolute favorite, I spoil this dog more than anything. He was quite the terror when he was a puppy, but I sure do love him. Leaving him last year was pretty difficult. Then this summer we bought another aussie. His name is Ty. He is quite the crack up. Long legs, ears so big that when he runs they turn inside out. He is such a loving dog though. He just wants to be around people all the time.

So now that I've rambled on about my dogs I guess I will get back to my point. Oh yeah, home sick. This year has been the hardest so far. Freshman year, a breeze. Something new and exciting, I was fine leaving everyone. Last year, new dog, new place to live, I was going to miss everyone but I'd manage. This year... Now a junior, it is not so easy. Sometimes I wish I could be like those kids that come completely across the country leaving everything behind them and talking to their parents once a month. I can't go a few hours without having some form of communication with my family. So far this year, I have already gone home twice. On Thursday when I leave to go home I stare at the clock all day hoping it would skip a few hours. Oh, the drive will suck. A boring two hours on a straight shot to Phoenix. I don't even care though. All I think about is that turn down my street, the common houses I have seen most of my life, and the call to my parents to open the garage, I'm home.

Mom Always Told Me

Mom always told me to respect others. I remember going through my snotty teenage years, thinking I knew everything and the world revolved around me. Her words almost every day on the hard wood floors in our entry way, “do to others as you would want them to do to you.” Often I blew this phrase off thinking, what does she know, she is not a teenager today. Respect was something that was a priority in my family. Not only did we hold respect for each other, but also for those outside of our family circle. Looking back now and seeing the attitudes I pulled with my parents, it is hard to believe the lack of respect I had for them. Today though it has really grown onto me, that phrase she once said. I look back now at younger kids seeing the way they treat others. Or even people my age today, the disrespect for family members and friends. I say to myself, I would not dare talk to my mother like that.” Respect is something I value in all of my life now. I expect respect from friends, family, peers, and even professors. I believe if I give them the respect I have been so forcefully taught growing up, then they should do the same for me. It gets difficult at times when you try so hard to keep that respect for some. They obviously did not learn this same lesson growing up. All I can do is sit back, ignore them, and remember what my mom had said years ago. Something I hope to pass on to others too.
You are fourteen, a know it all, snotty teenager. Stop right there, can’t you say hi? I am your mother don’t you know. I do everything for you, why do you have no respect? I buy you thinks, take you places, do anything you want. And I don’t even receive a simple hi? Come with us tonight, we are going to dinner together. No you say? You would rather be with friends. Throw your hissy fit, you are still coming. You show no respect. Why don’t you have respect? If you show respect you will receive respect. I will stop you from now on and remind you of that. You are getting older now. The attitude is slowly dissipating. Respect is coming from you. Do you show respect to all?
These were words that have stuck with me my whole life. I sure do remember going through those teenage years, thinking I was the only one in the world that existed. It’s too bad now that I look back that I acted like that. I have a nephew who is nine and when I see him do something disrespectful I find it very aggravating. Sometimes I wish I could go back and change the way I acted, but I guess that is part of growing up. You learn things in the past that will have an effect on your future.

My first blog

I have never been one to be a so called "blogger" before. I didn't even venture off into the fabulous world of Facebook until I came to college. I was one of those stubborn activists against social networking sites. But you know how it goes, you are going to fall into the trap sometime. I sure did. I don't think I can go an hour without checking my Facebook, thinking maybe somebody sent me something. Usually all I get is ten notifications advertising me to join some bumper sticker group. I think today I actually got a notification for some word game. I hit ignore every time, but those aggravating spammers seem to get me every time. Even in e-mails, I get more than wanted amounts of spam. Anything from free fabulous watches to viruses that usually cause my computer to suddenly go into a spastic episode and eventually die. Actually that happened last night. I was enjoying a late night watching The Soloist, pretty good movie so far, and suddenly my computer went in an uproar screeching sounds through my headphones. By the time I turned it off and restarted the slow thing my eyes fell asleep. It was late, 1:30, but I'm usually a night owl anyways. I could not hold up this time, the movie was just going to have to wait. So now I am just sitting here trying to sporadically accomplish every extreme amount of homework I have so I can just finish my movie. I start to read a book and all I think is wow wouldn't it be nice to just sit in my bed and finish my movie. But no, that is not how life works, especially in the fabulous world of a college student. I don't understand the mounds of homework I get sometimes. One teacher assigns 100 pages and oh it's no big deal, don't worry, we know you have NOTHING else to do. Oh ya? I start to read those 100 pages and by the 2nd page I'm already over it. Half of the material seems like a foreign language to me. It just gets to be so boring sometimes that I can't even handle it. It has gotten to the point where I think every day so far that I have had to read for a class I have fallen asleep. I mean, yeah I am sitting in my bed reading, but wow this must be some boring stuff. Read, read, read, that is all some professors want you to do. How about making class a little more interesting? How about not just standing there reading straight of the lecture notes expecting you to fill in the blanks then tell you to go read 100 pages later on. I think I could find the entire course on Wikipedia in less than an hour. Oh yeah, something else about that. Teachers say Wikipedia is a horrible website to use. You know what? I think it has become my favorite website. It obviously has every kind of weird question or fact you could possibly know about. I think I'm just starting to ramble now about every random thing. But, ya know, that is what I do sometimes. Ramble and complain... What's new?