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a wee prezzie...

statistics suck

so i have to read and memorize all about the statistics of how many hours of television a child watches by a certain age. and how horrible the amount of television consumption is. and how awful mass communications is for our generation.

my question is this: how many words has a child read by that same point? i think it will be significantly different than it was twenty years ago. with this horrid and deplorable mass communications- literacy rates have increased and knowledge has spread. arent these good things?

i would like to know how many words an average teenager reads in a given year. i want to compare that to the hours of television he/she has watched.

or i want statistics to be abolished.

snow.

in charleston.

no joke.

whats the world coming to?

i wanna go to bed

i realize its 2:30 in the morning and i should not be calling my best friend because she has a one year old child and a husband she needs to worry about. but i am calling her. and i shouldnt because this is unkind and she doesnt need it. but i need someone to talk to.

dont all of our lives fall apart at some time.

maybe this is my time. cant i be selfish? do i always have to be the older, more responsible one? cant i just be selfish- just once?

...

i really miss scotland.
and all my friends there.
a lot.

brass heads of benin

NEWS OF THE WEEK:

-my friend trey is starting a band. its going to be called "Brass Heads of Benin" so dont steal the idea. he probably wont start the band any time soon... but still, dont steal the idea. unless you ARE a brass head from Benin... then, its all yours.


-my history professor asked me today "are you going to be a historian?" i didnt know how to respond? at what point does a person stop being a person and become a historian?


-my family thinks i am bringing a boy home for thanksgiving. i wish i were... it would be entertaining. but i am not so i have to let them all down. thats what they get for spreading lies about me anyhow.


-flights to scotland are 350 round trip right now. oh, how i long to go... if only i didnt have loyalty to friends. if only i could say, "nah, i am not going to drive to oregon with you" if only...


-my graduation date is set: december 2007. unless i cant afford it. then itll be postponed. :(


-i might have to beat up a boy tonight... not looking forward to it.


sorry the news of my life is dull. its better than posting notes from african history or my world lit paper. trust me. this is a relief! ;)

dreaming of amsterdam

i want to write about veteran's day but i feel inadequate. i suppose, really, you only need to be open to honoring the life of another person to understand the purpose of the day. but there is really so much more that i fear i would soil the day with my misunderstanding and my ignorance.

at the football game on saturday, we had military appreciation/veteran's day events at halftime. i dont normally pay attention to the halftime show- its too much pomp for me. but this game was different. the pageantry was missing. in its place was silence: the clouds rolled in over Death Valley in the last few minutes of the first half. a chill was in the air and the sun had taken away his warmth. the mournful tones of bagpipes filled the stadium of some odd 88,000 people. a breeze picked up and silence fell amongst a crowd notorious for their noise levels. no one around me spoke. someone had a radio commentating another football game at their tailgate. as the wind surrounded us, someone opened the net that held hundreds of balloons. each color represented a person who did something extraordinary during war. i wish my memory could be more specific, but it cannot. only the emotion remains. as the balloons drifted into the air--orange, yellow, red, blue, white-- i could only follow one color. black. the black balloons represented the MIAs from vietnam. as the music ended, the balloons continued to fly away into the sky.

the last count i have of american soldiers who have died since the start of the iraq war is 2754. but that was weeks ago. i never dreamed this would happen to my generation--to my friends.

and so, tonight, i dream of a place i have never been. of a place i may never go. of a place where winter is wonderland and children can forget the terrors. a place far, far away from my life. a place where i can escape.

To My Andalucia...

Story Time.
Once upon a time there was a girl.
[To describe her, you'd have to use the following adjectives:
crazy, maniacal, giddy, beautiful, short :)
To know her would be the delight of your life.]
Like I said, once upon a time there was a blond haired girl who came to visit me and friends in Scotland. She came from a land far far away. SO far away that russians live there. She and I had many adventures and many laughs. I enjoyed her daring, her laughter, her ability to comfort me and many more things. Most of all, I liked the day that she and I got fish n chips from a chippie and I convinced her to try a Dr. Pepper (i dont know how much convincing i really had to do). We sat on church steps and ate our dinner. It was a wonderful evening. So wonderful that I remember it, three long years later.
Now, my friend Andalucia is engaged and I am very happy for her cause she is such a lovely person and deserves a happy happy life as a happy happy wife. I dont know her beau, but i trust her cause she's awesome and probably wouldnt hang out with people who arent awesome as well! and very much less, chose to spend her life with them.

CONGRATULATIONS, m'dear. Love you!