Okay, this is going to be a big political rant, so if I am offend anyone, I apologize.
Okay, so for those who don't know, our country is currently in a nearly $1 trillion debt. Yes kids, not million, not even billion, TRILLION. That's a whole buttload of money that could be put to use on what is important, such as social security or education, or even preventing violence in our country. But recently, president Bush passed legislation that will put aside a few billion more dollars. For what, may you ask? To build a fence. Yes dears, to build a big friggin fence, in order to keep illegal immigrants from coming into the country. Because, you know, there aren't already border patrol measures AND an existing "fence" taking place, and Mexican immigrants still manage to come into the US. But oh no. This fence I suppose will be BIGGER and BADDER than any other fence before. Perhaps he'll paint evil faces on it to keep the immigrants away. Or, he could start being responsible and save our country from falling even more into debt by simply taking the steps needed to further adavance border patrol. A big goofy fence is not the way to go, sorry Dubya.
I'm not sure how I feel on the immigration issue, I do agree that they're mostly here illegally and are effecting our economy in some ways or whatever, but I dunno, I think that the reason they come here in the first place is to BECOME a citizen. They want to have to pay taxes, that's what makes them a US resident. If they were uhappy with the way our system works here they never would've come to the US in the first place. But that opens up a whole other can of worms so I'll leave that for a later time.
Any thoughts? Opinions? I don't mind if you disagree, I actually think arguments are good, as long as you're willing to be open-minded. But personally, I'm just fed up with the downward spiral our country has been taking in the past few years. I do not blame Bush for all these problems, but as a president part of his duty is to take responsibility for our country and find the best way possible to solve them. Is he a good person? Yes, I think so. I think he does care about the American people. But as a president, I just can't seem to agree or believe a thing that comes out of his mouth.
TTFN kids, I promise the next blog will be much more lighthearted. <3 Em
So today I heard this song again for the first time in at least five years. I remember hearing it when I was 10 or 11 and not really knowing what it meant, but if you listen to it and look over the lyrics, it is all pretty much true. Plus, the guy who says it, Baz Luhrman, is also the director of "Moulin Rouge!" and "Romeo and Juliet," two amazing movies.
Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of '99 Wear Sunscreen. If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice, now..
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself, and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing everyday that scares you
Sing
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts, don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss
Don't waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind; the race is long, and in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary what ever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either- your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's Enjoy your body, use it every way you can, don't be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it's the greatest instrument you will ever own..
Dance even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them. Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they'll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings, they're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old and when you do you'll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
So this will apparently serve as my paper journal for the day. However, I am not sure what to write about. Life is boring. School is getting a little bit better each day, but it still pretty much stinks. Volleyball is nearly over, thank god. Its been fun for the most part, but I'm glad its over.
Well this can't possibly be entertaining to anyone, so I think I'll consult ye old Who Am I topic list.
Okay it's 3 minutes later and I still don't know what to write about. Alright I'll write about the fear one I guess.
One of my greatest, and probably stupidest, fears is crickets. Just the name sends a shiver of disgust down my spine. I hate everything about them: the way they move, the way they look, even the sound they make. Yes, crickets chirping is in the background is in the background of every good summer memory, and yes, it is a pretty sound. However, if I'm walking down the street and I hear the sound very close by, I have to walk on the other side of the street. I suppose it all started when I lived in a little house by the river, and somehow there was a semi-infestation of them in my house. Everyday I would come home from school and find about five of them in my room. I'd go in the living room to escape, and there'd be three more! So yes, I hate them. It's gotten to the point that I can't go in a pool if there's a cricket in there, or in my garage to my car unless I can somehow maneuver around those little beasts.
To give an example of this ridiculous fear, I'll refer to a day in my freshman year art class. A friend of mine who loves to play jokes on me saw a cricket in the corner of the room. I will give him a few props, he didn't know I was afraid of crickets. I think he just assumed I didn't like bugs. So anyway, he wrapped the cricket up in a tissue and proceeded to walk over to me. He said, "Here's a present for you!" or something of that nature. I opened it up and saw the little devil-creature staring back. I wish I was exaggerating, but I flew out of that classroom so quickly it'd make your head spin. I nearly hyperventilated. I tried to play it off like I wasn't that upset, but in all honesty, I wanted to cry my eyes out.
Yes, laugh all you like, because it is pretty ridiculous, but then again, I'm just a ridiculous gal. :)
So, any of you fellow Bloggers have any strange fears? Leave me some comments and tell me, kids!
Oh but I'm still not satisfied with my blogging status!
I did this for my journal entry sometime last week, so I figured what the heck.
30 Things that make me, Emily, a happy camper (I couldn't think of 50):
1. Family 2. Friends 3. Good music 4. Variety 5. Dark chocolate 6. Taking pictures 7. Wawa 8. Laughing my butt off 9. Meeting up with old friends 10. The people I work with, but not necessarily the work 11. Barnes and Noble 12. Having mad cash 13. Good hair days 14. Home-made food 15. Dinners with my huge obnoxious Italian family 16. Driving aimlessly 17. Going to concerts.. Ticketmaster could probably survive alone on the money I spend on concert tickets 18. Johnny Depp :) 19. Jon Stewart/'The Daily Show' 20. Intelligent conversation/debate 21. Nights at the diner 22. Jones Soda 23. Hawaiian pizza (ham & pineapple, soooooo good) 24. Sleeping in, although I never get to anymore 25. Meeting new people 26. People who stay true to themselves 27. Bargain shopping, I am the master :) 28. Hot dudes who don't have ugly girlfriends 29. Hawaii, Italy, and the Montmartre artists' colony in Paris = 3 of my 4 favorite places in the world 30. This place right here:
New York City. Yeah, I took this picture. I rock. :)
Well, I may still not apply for Blogger's honor roll, but a new post couldn't hurt anyway.
My weekend was cool. Saturday was insanely busy. SAT's from 7:45 till around 1. They were lame. AGAIN. The English wasn't too bad. I still suck at Math but that hasn't changed. It didn't help that I am not taking a Math this year. It basically was like a whole other language to me.
Anyway, after that I met up with Crystal and Meg and we got yucky fast food and went to the beach. It was a lot of fun. And the weather was gorgeous. I was driving around by the water for a little bit with the windows down and it made me a pretty happy camper. Then I had TO WORK. LAME LAME LAME. But whatever.
Sunday I worked some more. And now I'm reading Oedipus Rex for English. It's pretty good, if you're into Greek mythology about the king of Thebes gettin' it on with his mother. Personally, I'm not digging it.
I don't know what else to write so I'll wrap it up.
I know this is sort of a dumb thing to post, but my mom was on the treadmill this morning and I mentioned to her jokingly about how she should try to do the OK Go treadmill routine...
AND SHE DIDN'T KNOW WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT.
So I'm putting this up just because, yes, I know you've all seen it a thousand times. But you can't deny that it's at least kind of cool. :)
Well, for my first entry on here ever, I unfortunately have no clue what to write. Boring day so far. I have to recite Old Indian Tom for English and I have a volleyball game against Brick today. That's about it. I had yogurt this morning and now I have a stomachache. Yuck.
