I have fallen out of love…

…with blogs and blogging in general. I used to dedicate time each week and write about whatever that was on my mind. Nowadays, I honestly don’t care about much anymore…at least politically speaking. And unless you’re a stalker of mine, the average reader of my blog probably doesn’t care much about my opinions either. This was originally supposed to be a political blog and if I was still motivated to blog about that stuff, I’d probably write about the protestors at the RNC, or how Micheal Moore is a huge asshole…but I’m sure everyone is pretty much tired of hearing about that stuff. For now, I’ll just watch from afar and maybe one of these days, that politcal bug will bite me once again and I’ll be chock-full of stuff to blog about about.

Until then, updates on here will be few and far between.

Undecided in ‘08

The Texas Primary is in three weeks. The problem is – I have no idea who I am going to vote for. This will be my first time voting, since I was underage during the last Presidential election. It stinks. I was hoping that my first time voting would be something special and I’d be voting for someone I feel would make this a better country. I’m actually debating whether I should even vote or not. Sure, I can always give my vote to some third-party candidate that has no chance of even winning, but I just don’t want to do that. I want “change”, but I don’t feel confident that any of the candidates that are running can bring the sort of change that I am looking for.

While watching some of the news coverage for the Primaries, I couldn’t help but notice how freakin’ predictable Americans really are. Women voting for Hillary because she’s a woman. African-Americans voting for Obama because he’s the same race as them, Evangelical Christians voting for Huckabee because of his religion etc, etc. People, in general, voting because they feel that “voting for [insert candidate's name] says a lot about them”

Most people in my position would find it easy to just vote for whoever they feel can relate to them the most. Since my skin tone is very similar to Obama’s, does that mean I will be voting for him? No. I admit, I can relate to him in several ways…more than I can with any of the other candidates. In addition to sharing the same skin tone and being biracial, we both speak “white”, we were both raised in the middle-class, our parents both separated when we were two years old… Heck, we both have had to struggle with the challenging task of integrating our two racial-halves and feeling “accepted” by others. Unfortunately, I don’t agree with some of his policies and we don’t see eye-to-eye on a lot of issues. I don’t want to give my vote to a candidate just because I share the same race, gender or even religion with them. I am undecided now and if I am still undecided 3 weeks from now, I am not going to vote. I want to be able to stand at that voting booth and choose the one person that I feel, with every fiber of my being, is the right person to lead this country.

I’ll never learn my lesson…

[3:20am on 4 Feb 2008 Mon.] As I look over my Anatomy & Physiology notes for an upcoming test (it’s today, actually), I can’t help but laugh at my stubborn self for being such a procrastinator. I’m taking a break after hours of scrambling to finish partially written sentences while color-coding keywords with my two highlighters ( If you must know, pink means “important” and yellow means “Read it. Learn it. Know it.”). I know, I know – the syllabus clearly states the dates for each and every test. Plus, I knew this one was coming since we’ve covered so much material already. Now, I am here freaking out because I’d love to get some rest after a busy weekend instead of study.

It makes no sense. You stay up late trying to retain several chapters of information while consuming gallons of caffeine. At the same time, you’re not getting the rest that you need in order to be able to focus and actually remember whatever the hell you’re reading. Less sleep, less memory. The test comes along and I bomb the crap out of it. You’d think I’d learn my lesson by now. Eh, I’m such a hard-headed person. Me = still awake studying for a test, that I had an entire weekend to prepare for, instead of sleeping. The story of my life. Anyone have any good time-managing tips for me?

Apparently, I am a wuss

I was talking on the phone with my best friend, no more than an hour ago, until I told him that I had to go. I didn’t really have to go, but he said something that sort of pissed me off. He asked why I can’t handle pain well. I act like a baby every time I’m injured. I was shocked. Tell me one person that enjoys falling off of a 20+ foot wall (Which I have) or get stung by a bee in the mouth (has happened to me too)? Well, I am aware that there are freaks out there that enjoy that kind of stuff…not me!

He said that I over-exaggerate my pain whenever I am injured or sick. He said,” You’re a woman, you’re supposed to deal with pain better than men”. It’s true, I have to deal with an excruciating pain one day a month… That’s not enough for me, apparently.

I guess I’m mad because I hate that he’s right. I got the flu shot yesterday and my arm was fine all day. Today is a different story. My left arm feels really numb and uncomfortable. It feels like I have a rope tied around below my Deltoid and it’s not allowing blood to continue circulating through my arm properly. I can’t fall asleep because of it and I’ve already taken an Aleve. I’m trying really hard not to “act like a baby” or tell anyone, because it’s probably normal. Ugh, it is throbbing…I can feel it…ahhhhh.

I’m so not getting pregnant. Screw that.

When Indie bands go mainstream

I’m a music snob. There, I said it.

With that being said, I hate seeing some of my favorite unsigned indie bands become products of “mainstream” music. One band in particular has got me grinding my teeth whenever I hear their songs on a local top 40 station.

Sure, I know I should be happy for them. I mean, they’re rolling with the big boys and making the big bucks. BUT, whenever bands stop making music for the fans and start making music for the $$$, a large chunk of their fan-base goes off to find some other indie band worth their time and money. The band I’m referring to goes by the name “Gym Class Heroes“. I knew about these guys way before anyone else did. I was happy for them at first, but now that I’ve seen what they have become…well, let’s just say… I’m not so quick to go out and buy their merchandise anymore. Their new stuff just sounds so fabricated and corny. I mean, one of their singles for their latest album was “New Friend Request” and is basically a song about myspace. I have nothing against myspace (I’m proud to say I have a page… set to private), but seriously, you can’t get any more commercialized than that. There’s a lot of other bands that went from making good quality Indie stuff to making MTV-quality type of stuff (ie: Fall Out Boy and Panic! At the Disco) . Oh, and Good lord, look at what MTV has become .

GCH’s earlier stuff was WAY better …that’s all I can say. I understand that bands evolve, but sometimes it’s not always for the best.

Want some good Indie music?

Check out this music blog: FreeIndie.com

Fallen Heroes

A couple of days ago, I was at Starbucks with Carolyn, an old High School buddy. We were catching up on stuff since we hardly ever have a chance to chat anymore. Between her 55 hour work weeks and my summer semester schedule, we barely have time to even take a breath… well maybe I do, but definitely not her. Anyways, the topic got on politics, and if you don’t know by now, I refuse to be a democrat as much as I refuse to be a Republican. I’m totally “middle of the road”, and i’m proud of it. She’s a conservative (thank God!) and for the last 2 years, i’ve been agreeing with conservatives a lot more than I have with liberals. I noticed that my views had gotten a lot more conservative around the time my brother went off to Iraq in 2005. I’m not going to say that it was because of the war, but that definitely played a huge part. It was mainly for the troops, and quite honestly, I’d give the shirt off of my back, symbolically speaking , for a Soldier just as quickly as I’d give it to a homeless Katrina Evacuee. It’s the goons in Washington D.C. that I have a problem with. I’ll get into that topic on another day though. Back to my story…

So, we are two 19 year olds that actually vote and care about the direction that our country is going. The topic stumbled onto the war in Iraq, and that’s when I heard the most despicable news I’ve ever heard in a long time. In Houston, at one of the main airports, fallen soldiers would travel on the commercial jets in order to get here from Iraq. The government had to discontinue using these airports as a means to transport the soldier’s because… well… There have been incidents where “protesters” would disrespect the coffins and throw trash, or whatever that they could, at the fallen soldier’s coffin. Carolyn brought this up because she was telling me about how she had to pick up a friend from a nearby private airport over the weekend. Well, now the fallen soldiers have to use private airports in order to get here without problems. The day that she went to pick up her friend, a fallen soldier was scheduled to arrive around the same time. She mentioned that there were tons and tons of protesters at the gate yelling and causing a scene. Of course, because of that, the place was heavily secured with law enforcement officers. She did see the family of the soldier and mentioned how hard it seemed for them to have to witness it at that moment. I mean, imagine going to see the arrival of a fallen loved one and having to deal with assholes yelling anti-troop nonsense? I wouldn’t be able to handle it. It just bugs me that people are willing to go out of their way, to come to a private airport outside of Houston, to pull this bullshit.

Why must people be so cruel? Soldiers are just doing their job,they are not calling the shots – the fools in Washington are. Most of them are serving in the military because they want to. They felt that they needed to serve their country at this moment in time, so who gives folks the right to disrespect their decision? It’s the President that these people should be mad at. What bothers me even more is how the media doesn’t even cover this stuff. Had I not heard about  it from someone that witnessed it, I probably would have not known that it had ever existed. The whole thing just gave me an awful stabbing pain in my stomach. I’ll just never understand some people.

In loving memory of Sgt. James R. Tijerina (26 year old Marine) of Katy/Beasley, Texas. Killed when the helicopter he was  flying in, was shot down by the enemy on Feb 7, 2007.

Life and it’s Lesson’s

If you are irritated by every rub, how will you become polished?

 


The intelligent want self-control; children want candy.

 

blog name change

Not that anyone really cares…

My blog used to be called “My Two Pennies” (if you look at the web address, you’ll see that) but someone, that I happen to know, pointed out that if you read it fast/like a lazy ass, it sounds like a lame title for a porno horribly translated into english from Japanese.

My Two Pennies – 1 “n” – the second “e” = well… you know the word.

Even though that sounds grammatically incorrect, dirty minded people will find a way to read that instead of the original title. So now it’s “My Two Cents”. Just ignore the website address. The reason I chose pennies instead of cents is b/c some oger of a blogger got to it first. Oh well.

When eyebrow waxing goes wrong

So today I went to get my eyebrows waxed. See, much like pedicures and manicures, it’s a MUST to keep up w/ your “brows”. You can get away with not keeping up with your pedicures by not wearing sandals. You can get away with not getting manicures by clipping your own nails and painting them yourself. Unfortunately, you can’t get away with big eyebrows. There is no way to hide them.

I personally cannot stand having bushy eyebrows. Quite honestly,they drive me insane. With that being said, i’m spoiled and need them waxed as soon as they begin to get bushy. Everytime I go to the nail salon that I normally go to, I always have this fear that i’ll get the “newbie” and they’ll destroy my eyebrows. Well, i’ve been lucky …most of the time. Occasionally i’ll get the uneven eyebrows or the “transsexual wh0re” looking eyebrows. For the most part, I get pretty decent eyebrow waxing jobs whenever I get a certain person to do them. The lady that normally does mine wasn’t there today so I was stuck with this one lady that I have never seen before. I could tell that she couldn’t speak english very well, so I sort of kept making sure to say “leave this part thick” (while pointing at the thicker part), “a little thinner here with a point at the end” (while pointing at the other end of the eyebrow) and then specifically said “do not make too thin, leave it slighly thick and arched“. She kept saying “Thin then?” and i’d then repeat myself again. She knodded and I could’ve sworn that she said “oh ok, I get it” with a nice smile.

I knew, deep in my gut, that I was going to leave that place with one missing eyebrow or simply – some fugly looking ones. I sat back in the chair,took a deep breath and she did her thing. When she was done with the first one, I asked if it was thin. She said “um, no. No thin.” I guess I made her paranoid b/c she then moved me to the room w/ the bed that’s not really a bed, but looks like a bed, so she could do the other one. When she finished, I looked at them and sure enough, they weren’t what I asked for. I kindly said that I loved them and gave her the money (it’s not like she could reverse it). I then left with my big shades on. I was kind of mad b/c I tried really hard explaining what kind of eyebrows that I wanted.

 

Below I have provided a visual of what I believe would save many other women from getting such horrible eyebrow waxing jobs. I call it the “Universal eyebrow waxing chart”. Now, instead of spending large amounts of time explaining what kind of eyebrow shape that you want to someone, that really doesn’t know what you’re saying, you can just simply point at the image or say the name.

 

Please excuse the drawing, i’m no artist. I’m also aware that I write like a 12 year old boy. It’s the message that counts…

 

 

I normally get either the “dolphin” or the “sexy rainbow”. Unfortunately, today I was given the “boring clone”… It’s not even either. The left brow is longer and isn’t pointy. The Right brow has a point, but seems shorter. Actually, I should probably get my money back.

Paris + jail = unfair?

“It’s not right!” , is what Paris shouted as she was escorted out of the courtroom and back to jail earlier today. Really? It’s not right? So, apparently it’s ok, in her twisted little mind, to disregard what law officials tell you (several times), get a 25 day sentence instead of a 45 day sentence and get released from jail early due to “medical conditons”… going on to spend the remainder of her sentence in her multi-million dollar mansion. I’ve never been so disgusted in someone as much as I have been with her. There are people in jail that have much more serious medical conditons and are not given house arrest. I’ll just say that Shaquanda from Compton, who is diagnosed with cancer, wouldn’t be given that priveledge. To Paris, it’s not fair. Wow. I’m not really surprised, and I don’t feel sorry for her either. I don’t necessarily think that the ladies at the jail should give her hell, but they have every right to. Celebrities, in general, think that they can do whatever they want. Every once and a while, they need to be shown that they are just like everyone else. They take a dump at the end of the day just like you and I…they just happen to have toilets that are made of solid gold with a diamond studded toilet handle. However, for the next couple of days/weeks, Paris’s toilet will look an awful lot like this:

ha! I’m evil