| Awesome post from facebook |
[Oct. 9th, 2006|11:35 pm] |
Gay Marriage is wrong because...
01) Being gay is not natural. Real Americans always reject unnatural things like eyeglasses, McDonalds, polyester, and air conditioning.
02) Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the same way that hanging around tall people will make you tall.
03) Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy behavior. People may even wish to marry their pets because a dog has legal standing and can sign a marriage contract.
04) Straight marriage has been around a long time and hasn't changed at all; women are still property, blacks still can't marry whites, and divorce is still illegal.
05) Straight marriage will be less meaningful if gay marriage were allowed; the sanctity of Britany Spears' 55-hour just-for-fun marriage would be destroyed.
06) Straight marriages are valid because they produce children. Gay couples, infertile couples, and old people shouldn't be
allowed to marry because our orphanages aren't full yet, and the world needs more children.
07) Obviously gay parents will raise gay children, since straight parents only raise straight children.
08) Gay marriage is not supported by religion. In a theocracy like ours, the values of one religion are imposed on the entire country. That's why we have only one religion in America.
09) Children can never succeed without a male and a female role model at home. That's why we as a society expressly forbid single parents to raise children.
10) Gay marriage will change the foundation of society; we could never adapt to new social norms. Just like we haven't adapted to cars, the service-sector economy, or longer life spans. |
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| Two days of History |
[Jun. 16th, 2006|11:47 am] |
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OK, so the past two days have been pretty interesting.
Wednesday:
My Wetlands class went on a field trip to Thompson Island, just off shore of Mass. I fell out of a tree (I really suck at this game, I'm such a clutz). But before that, we had to cross a small stream in the salt marsh on a rope bridge. It was nuts. No one fell in, but there were a few close calls (myself NOT included, how about that). Afterwards, there was no shortage of quotes like "What is your favorite color?", "What is the capital of Assyria", and of course "What is the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow?" Then Prof. Rosen (geology chairman) drilled into the mud a few inches from the edge of the water, and pulled up some of the infamous Boston Blue Clay (a civil engineer's nightmare). Hillary and Joey decided to spread some under their eyes to look all commando and whatnot. The terrain on the Northwest end was so ridiculously rocky my feet were aching by the time we got back to the pier. And right now (and for the past day and a half) my legs are itching like crazy because of like 20 mosquito bites all over them.
Thursday:
Randomness kicks ass. So Dayna had a half day at work, and my classes end at 1:20, so we had to do something. We were gonna take a duck tour, but they were booked until 5pm, so screw that. Then she had the idea to go to Providence, because she wanted to get a graduation present for her sister. So we went to Providence, had dinner at Cheesecake Factory, and then headed towards the main entrance to the mall. On the way, a guy walks past us. I'm like "hey, was that Jim Belushi?" Dayna's like "Maybe, i think he has a book signing today." Kick ass!
So I go to Borders, buy the book ("Real Men Don't Apologize"), and I waited for him to show up. He was a little late, but that's because they gave him like 200 books to sign generically first. Then he came out, took a few pictures with the management of the store (i think) and his producers, and finally came towards us (there were like 12 chairs set up in front of the table). Only one person was brave enough to sit in the first row, so Jim Belushi just took one of the front row chairs and sat down with us and started chatting. He was talking about the places he had been recently (near Providence) while filming "Underdog" and about the restaurant that he had eaten at the other day (which the locals seemed to know). Typical pandering to the audience, of course, but he was definitely a down-to-earth guy. He wasn't all full of himself like a lot of celebrities tend to be. He was talking about the movie (Jason Lee is doing the voice of Underdog), his feud with his neighbor (the original Catwoman). Then he started signing the books and all.
So the moral of the story is, I have a kick ass father's day present, an autographed copy of Jim Belushi's "Real Men Don't Apologize". What did you get for your father? Another tie? hahaha lameass. |
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| Drunk roommate |
[May. 25th, 2006|11:30 pm] |
Yeah, so my roommate usually comes home around 5 o'clock after work. Today he came in at like 10:30 and within like 5 minutes, he was in the bathroom puking. So I figure he was probably out partying, which makes me wonder if he has work tomorrow. So he walks out towards the bathroom again about five minutes ago, and I took a casual glance. I noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt, which is odd for him, and he had that forward lurching kind of drunk walking style. Puking again. I kinda feel bad for him, but its only his fault for drinking as much as he probably did tonight. Oh drunk people.
Anyway, today kinda sucked. I had a field trip with my "Wetlands" class and I friggin' fell into the swamp, well actually it was a bog, an Atlantic White Cedar bog to be specific. What happened is there were these narrow wooden planks we had to walk on to get to the lake (where the bog opened up) and some of them are in dire need of maintainance. This particular one was submerged in ankle-deep water, and the edge was further to the right than i thought and it was kinda slick, so my left foot slipped right off. Unfortunately, the plank and the plank supports were the only things that were ankle deep. I don't know how deep it actually was, but I was hip deep with my leg extended down, and there was nothing to stand on. I was able to balance my chest almost flat on the plank, so that kept me from completely falling in, and I was able to push myself up, but it still sucked. So I got all wet and dirty and gross, and my phone is partially non-functional, and my leather wallet is pretty much ruined. Thankfully I'm going home this weekend, so I can replace them. What a friggin' day! |
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| SPAMALOT!!!! |
[Mar. 31st, 2006|11:11 am] |
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| | Jesus of Suburbia: Green Day | ] |
Holy crap, what an awesome show! See it!! Dayna and I saw it last night.
Even better than the show itself, was when they pulled an audience member onto the stage. (I won't tell you why, when, or where they do this, cuz it'll ruin part of the show for you).
But they pulled up the audience member, it was friggin' Allen Feinstein!!! OMG! It was hilarious. He got a polaroid of it and everything, and he said he'll show it to me. (Because of course I sent him an email making fun of his Boston Broadway premiere).
That truly made my night. |
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[Jan. 22nd, 2006|04:16 pm] |
RAVEN - Your daemon may be a member of the crow
family. You are intelligent, observant, and
gregarious. Just as a crow or raven picks shiny
objects out of the dirt, you pick up tidbits of
information or ideas and store them away. You
have a good sense of humour, but sometimes lose
patience with people who are antipathic to your
nature. You are swift to alert others when you
find the truth, and you have no tolerance for
those who would hide it.
What Is Your Daemon?
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| All work and no play make Odie... something, something... |
[Dec. 13th, 2005|02:42 am] |
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| | Variations on a Korean Folk Song | ] |
Wow, I should totally be doing work and studying right now. I mean it's not like I have a final tomorrow, but still. I've wasted time this entire weekend and still have a truckload of work to do. Oh well. At least I'm finally making a second entry; it's been a long time coming. I'm sure everyone is so grateful to have a second view through the looking glass into my soul. Hey, no peeking! So yes, for those of you who don't already know, Dayna and I are dating. So you (and you know who you are) can stop bothering us for not being a couple, because now we are a couple. ("A couple a' what" is what I want to know). ;) Oh and by the way [or btw for those hipsters out there who can't be bothered to type for a few extra nanoseconds because they have to get back to their busy schedules of sucking at life, except for you Dayna, my little Chuck E. Cheese (inside joke)], the constant pestering was not a positive factor. It just didn't help.
ALLITERATION TIME!!!!!
Permit me to prattle, but positively, the prior persistent pestering (predominantly a prerogative of particular percussionists) was plainly a perturbation, and provided a pessimistic perspective of potential perks and privileges. The pre-planned presumptions and persuasions were profusely preposterous. To protect my privacy, I personally preferred to pretend that the propositions were as poisonous as a python (permitting that people probably don't pick up the point that pythons are not poisonous, they use pressure to polish off their prey), and possibly perilous. These provoking procedures primarily precluded the promising prospects I now pursue with the proposed person in pregunta [pregunta means "question" in Spanish for y'all monolingual people], my partner in passion, Dayna.
The previous paragraph precisely proves the power people pretend they possess. Pretentious pricks.
END OF ALLITERATION TIME!!!!!
Well, it certainly feels good to get that off my mind and online. So where was I. Oh that's right, I believe I was over here.
So to summarize the spiteful sentences in the second section [No, stop now with the alliteration!] Anyway, the constant jokes and suggesting that Dayna and I get together only delayed, never helped it.
On to new business.
Although this hasn't been discussed or even mentioned to anyone yet, including the council (though it will be brought up sometime in early January, most likely), I am declaring myself the Interim Caption Head of the NU Drumline, concurrent to my position of Assistant Director of the NU Pep Band. If there are no objections to my self-nomination or the following adjustment, then I will remove the word "interim" and fulfill all the necessary duties of the caption head for the rest of my career on the drumline. The reason for this is simple: with the sudden departure of half of our members, especially our former caption head, we have no leadership, and no one to stand up for us as specifically a section leader. While there are staunch supporters of the drumline in the pep band, there is no true voice for the line. As the assistant director of the pep band, I can only speak for the band as a whole. As the caption head of the drumline, I will work with as many people as necessary, and use as many resources as necessary to promote membership on the drumline. If any purists want to consider them to be pep band members who happen to play drums in the pep band, fine. But I tell you this. In my opinion, more drummers might see the appeal in being a member of the drumline than in being a member of the pep band. Those who have never been on a drumline simply don't understand. It is different. We seek not only to entertain the audience, but to wow them. Look at most colleges around the country. Look at Florida State University. They care about their drumline. They encourage their drumline to kick ass. They are motivated by guys banging on drums. We play original, challenging pieces that require practice and, dare I say, effort. This is why we have extra rehearsals and occasionally play in lieu of the entire band. Because we must. If the band lost all of the woodwinds (no offense intended) tomorrow, it would hurt the band, that much is true, but the band would survive. Other instruments could cover the harmony. If the drumline continues as is, it will crumble into dust. And the band will be a body without its beating heart keeping the rhythm and the blood flowing.
Here's the overall message you should retain: The drumline may not be a separate organization from the pep band, but it is integrated into the functioning of the band more so than any other group of instruments. I will work over the next year to return the drumline to the stature it had before this year. If necessary, I will do this on my personal time, and without aid of the pep band as a whole. I will do my best to increase our membership, and when necessary, I will write and re-write a repertoire fitting to a drumline of our stature, along with any old pieces that still work with an almost certainly smaller section. As I said, I will do this alone if necessary; however, I would prefer, and frankly I expect, the full support and assistance of the pep band council in saving the drumline.
Odie out. |
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| First Entry (heheheh "first entry" heheheheh) |
[Oct. 14th, 2005|12:53 am] |
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Okay, so I don't really know why I decided to open a journal. I've never been much of a fan of sites like these, but I guess I can get into it. Maybe I just need a place to vent when I've had a long day, like today. Or an excuse to do something other than my homework, like now. Well, I hope some of my friends find this place, maybe people I don't even know. That might be interesting...............
Or not.
ANGRY LEMON AND HAPPY ORANGE ROCK! I don't even know what I'm saying anymore. I've been improvising the whole time.............
No I haven't. I've planned out everything I was going to type ahead of time.
However, these last sentences explaining the pre-planned text were made up as I went along.................
No they weren't.
My predictions:
I am going to represent the first 20 (at least) hits on my page.
Because of my inept computer skills, my page will be voted the worst journal page format of 2005.
----------TODAY----------
Pep Rally sucked. Total waste of time. Hours of research about genetic engineering. Somehow I have to argue for the PRO side of genetic engineering on farm animals, which is really morally impossible, but that's the challenge of skilled debating.
I'd say about the only good thing about today was another appraisal of my goatee, this time from Jodi.
I think that makes 10 or so compliments since I started it in June, and only two or three scoffs. AND since most of the 10 are female, the gavel comes down, and the goatee is here to stay.
I think that's enough for my first time out.
Abrazos.
Odie |
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