100 Things

I have wanted to make a list of 100 things to do before I die for a while now, but I can't sit down and just write 100 things. They come to me at different times, so this is one I'm going to have to come back to, hopefully often but as of 11/14/2008 I have:

1. Get Married
2. Have a child (with my husband)
3. Obtain some sort of seat in a political area... mayor/congress person/ senator (!)
4. Sing at my sisters wedding... I guess this also includes watching my sister get married
5. See my other sister pregnant... but this means hoping she has a fifth... because I have yet to see her pregnant
6. Be a maid of honor
7. Become better at keeping in contact with people who have really meant a lot to me
8. Sing at my dad's funeral (Wishing You Were Somehoe Here Again) he loves Phantom.
9. Be truley happy.... not happy because i'm making someone else happy, but happy because i've done something or figured something out that has helped me in this crazy process of finding out who I am.
10. Get completely over someone.
11. Talk to someone all night long about anything and everything.
12. Finish a knitting project.
13. Live in New York City.
14. Live in a different country.
15. Raise my children at 2705 Hillegass Ave.
16. Have a waitress job.
17. Work at Lair of the Bear Camp Blue.

.... (to be continued)

November 4, 2008

America elected its very first black president.

I have to say, I'm happy that the election is over. With it being the first time I got to actually participate in the election I am proud to be an American. But at the same time I am so incredibly sick of every add on the TV being for Elizabeth Dole or against her. And I'm am incredibly tired of the phrase "I'm [enter name here] and I support this message." SNL is going to be very boring for a little while though, just because the political skits they have been doing have been absolutely amazing. Amy Poehler will be missed, but I bet she's going to make a terrific moma. But, I think the main reason I'm glad the election is over is that now I don't have to listen to the question every other day, "Would you vote for a black person/woman for president?" Come on, people. It is obviously not about race. I wouldn't vote for a woman just because she's a woman. I wouldn't vote for a black person just because they're black. This is about electing a president. It goes so much further than race or gender. If I like the woman and agree with her stance on major issues I will vote for her (Hilary Clinton) and if I don't like her and completly disagree with her stance on major issues I won't vote for her (Sarah Palin). I'm sick of people looking beyond the major issues from this election and making it into a statement about sexism and racism. I understand that those things are out there but people need to take a second and think, "Hmmm, who is going to run the country well?" And then maybe they'll know what they're doing.

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.