My Mom emailed this to me!

Why did the chicken cross the road?

BARACK OBAMA: The chicken crossed the road because it was time for change! The chicken wanted change.

JOHN McCAIN: My friends, that chicken crossed the road because he recognized the need to engage in cooperation and dialogue with all the chickens on the other side of the road.

SARAH PALIN: I can see Russia from my house!

HILLARY CLINTON: When I was First Lady, I personally helped that little chicken to cross the road. This experience makes me uniquely qualified to ensure right from Day One that every chicken in this country gets the chance it deserves to cross the road. But then, this really isn't about me.

GEORGE W. BUSH: We don't really care why the chicken crossed the road. We just want to know if the chicken is on our side of the road, or not. The chicken is either against us, or for us. There is no middle ground here.

DICK CHENEY: Where's my gun?

COLLIN POWELL: Now to the left of the screen, you can clearly see the satellite image of the chicken crossing the road.

BILL CLINTON: I did not cross the road with that chicken. What is your definition of chicken?

AL GORE: I invented the chicken.

JOHN KERRY: Although I voted to let the chicken cross the road, I am now against it! It was the wrong road to cross, and I was mislead about the chicken's intentions. I am not for it now, and will remain against it.

AL SHARPTON: Why are all the chickens white? We need some black chickens.

DR. PHIL: The problem we have here is that this chicken won't realize that he must first deal with the problem on this side of the road before it goes after the problem on the other side of the road. What we need to do is help him realize how stupid he's acting by not taking on his current problems before adding new ones.

OPRAH: Well, I understand that the chicken is having problems, which is why he wants to cross the road so bad. So instead of having the chicken learn from his mistakes and take falls, which is a part of life, I'm going to give the chicken a car so that he can just drive across the road and not live his life like the rest of chickens.

ANDERSON COOPER, CNN: We have reason to believe that there is a chicken, but we have not yet been allowed to have access to the other side of the road.

NANCY GRACE: That chicken crossed the road because he's guilty! You can see it in his eyes and the way he walks.

PAT BUCHANAN: To steal the job of a decent, hardworking American.

MARTHA STEWART: No one called me to warn me which way that chicken was going. I had a standing order at the Farmer's Market to sell my eggs when the price dropped to a certain level. No little bird gave me any insider information.

DR. SEUSS: Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross it with a toad? Yes, the chicken crossed the road, but why it crossed I've not been told.

ERNEST HEMINGWAY: To die in the rain, alone.

JERRY FALWELL: Because the chicken was gay! Can't you people see the plain truth? That's why they call it the other side. Yes, my friends, that chicken is gay. And if you eat that chicken, you will become gay too. I saw we boycott all chickens until we sort out this abomination that the liberal media whitewashes with seemingly harmless phrases like the other side. That chicken should not be crossing the road. It's as plain and simple as that.

GRANDPA: In my day we didn't ask why the chicken crossed the road. Somebody told us the chicken crossed the road, and that was good enough

BARBARA WALTERS: Isn't that interesting? In a few moments, we will be listening to the chicken tell, for the first time, the heart warming story of how it experienced a serious case of molting, and went on to accomplish its lifelong dream of crossing the road.

ARISTOTLE: It is the nature of chickens to cross the road.

JOHN LENNON: Imagine all the chickens in the world crossing roads together, in peace.

BILL GATES: I have just released eChicken 2008, which will not only cross roads, but will lay eggs, file your important documents, and balance your checkbook. Internet Explorer is an integral part of eChicken 2008. this new platform is much more stable and will never crash or need to be rebooted.

ALBERT EINSTEIN: Did the chicken really cross the road, or did the road move beneath the chicken?

COLONEL SANDERS: Damn - I missed that one.

I just thought it was funny and SO true.

Sleep Deprivation

Here I am. 11:45 pm on a Sunday night. I need to go to sleep because, like everyone in my statistics class knows, I usually make up for my lack of sleep from the night before from 8 am to 9:10 am Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. But, for some reason, since I've been in North Carolina at college I haven't gotten one full night of sleep. Even if I go to sleep early I end up either lying in bed for hours thinking about the many things I need to do, or I pass out and wake up three or four times. Maybe its because I always go to bed before my roommate is back in the room and subconsciously I am checking to make sure she arrived home safely, because the nights I wake up the most are the ones when she doesn't come home at all. But currently I am perched on my lofted bed fully aware that she is in the room directly bellow mine with her boyfriend...ish and safe and I still can't sleep.

I have too many things on my mind. I need to clear my head. I need to focus on what is really important at school, aka keeping my current straight A's and my GPA high. I need to get my homework done, which has been a problem for me since I discovered what procrastination was in high school. I need to un-discover it. I need to remember what it was like to be the only 8th grader in Burt's class to start the project the day after it was assigned. I need to remember that having three days for a paper means you have three days, not only the night before.

And my learning how to get on top of my work is just one point in my goal of learning self control. I have absolutely no self control, which I'm hoping I can fix in college. The college environment is one in which control is necessary if you want to survive. There are so many things to succum to here, like in high school, but I have to make a difference in myself. I was the poster child for peer pressure in high school. If everyone else was doing something, so was I. It made myself so incredibly self concious that I couldn't stand it. Now, I need to understand what is best for myself, not what is best for my appearance and personality towards others. I need to find myself before I can realize what I want to do for the rest of my life and who I want to do it with.

Slowing Down and Catching Up

I spend too much time playing catch up.

I constantly am trying to catch up with everything on campus. I've turned into the last person to hear the news, which is very different from who I was in high school. I feel like I spend my time hear being the last person to arrive at the party, the last one to hear about what happened the night before and especially the last one anyone cares about. But with all this catching up I hardly have time for anything. So, while catching up I need to learn how to sow down. I learned this at Idyllwild, I just need to relearn it here. I need to remind myself that its ok to stay in for a night, and that if I did miss a party or big event or something its not the end of the world. I see myself retreating into old habits I had at Berkeley High where academics where definitely not my number one priority. This is COLLEGE. They need to be first on the list. Enough is enough, and I need to realize that. I know its going to sound so hypocritical because, after all, i WAS the SEVENTH person to register for rush in January, BUT I want to be in a sorority for more than the parties. I want to participate in community service. My first choice, at this point, has The Altzheimers Foundation as their national philanthropy, and I couldn't be happier. Along with my grandmother being a sister in that group, the philanthropy gives me the opportunity to raise money for research and awareness for something that has begun to affect my grandfather. But, like always, I can't get my hopes up. Even though, I always tell myself not to get my hopes up and I end up raising them so high. Before I won prom queen I was sitting at the table saying to myself, you're not going to win, you're not going to win, while actually all I could think about was that it was going to happen. And in that situation, I got lucky. But normally i'm not so lucky. Like this entire summer... but that is NOT something for the world wide web.

I am so ADD. I really need to do something about this.

WOW

I am currently sitting in a coffee shop across the street from my school overhearing, definitely NOT trying to listen in on these two girls' conversation. I actually want to walk over to them and tell them to SHUT UP. First of all, its like these girls are having a COMPETITION to see whose life is worse and whos divorced parents hate eachother more. "My parents got divorced when I was 8 and they haven't seen each other since..." "Well, my parents lived in the same house without talking to eachother for ten years...." "Well, my dad calls me my mom's name when he's mad at me because he considers it an insult..." "Well, my dad is a raving drunk and calls me every other day to tell me he's not going to pay for college anymore..."

Okay, so I understand if you've had a hard time the past couple of years and you need someone to talk to but please, PLEASE, don't do it at 10am on a Monday morning in a coffee shop filled with students. Plus, when you want to have one of these conversations make SURE its with someone who will listen to you and offer advice, especially when its about something as hard to deal with as parents' marital problems.

These last two years I have begun to understand how important true friends really are. It is so important to stop talking and listen sometimes, and instead of going out to a party maybe spend a night just hanging out with your girls, because they're the ones who will always be there for you. Not the girl who gave you a sip of her drink, the girl who asked what was in it, who made it, and made sure you have a ride home for the night. I don't understand why friendships have to be competitions. So what you had a similar experience a couple years ago, if a friend is in the middle of a serious talk with you don't interrupt. Let them get everything out.

Girls can be catty, and backstabbing, and are the MOST passive aggressive people you will ever meet in your life, BUT they are also the best. When you need a friend there for you and they come through they can be the best. We understand each other.

I don't really know what this post is about other than the fact that these girls sitting next to me are driving me crazyyyyyyyyyyyy.