Best quotation from a reality TV show:


Dr Drew: Any use with cannabis?

Dennis Rodman: (laughs) Not unless you count steak!
 

Best quotation from my three year-old nephew, Jordan:

Jordan: Cassie, clean this mess right now! I have to clean up my mess.

Cassie: No thank you. 

Jordan: No, Cassie. You have to clean up this mess right now!

Cassie: Go tell my mama.

Jordan: You don't have a mama. I have a mama.

Cassie: Your grandma is my mama.

Jordan: No. I have my hama (grandma) and I have my mama. You don't have a mama.

Cassie: Why are you being so mean to me?

Jordan: CUZ I HAZY! (crazy)

 

He then stomped out of my room.

I'm watching Titanic and wondering what would have happened to Jack and Rose if, you know, Jack didn't die the night the ship sank. I imagine they would have pursued a relationship, and it would have been much less beautiful and perfect than their on-the-boat romance.
 
After awhile, Rose would probably get comfortable in the relationship, maybe stop wanting so much sex. Jack, as a result, would develop a wandering eye because of the lack of sex from Rose and because of his general exhaustion with her prissy attitude. He would have started cheating on Rose with a someone more from his side of town, possibly even a hooker. He wouldn't love this girl, but he would like the fact that the tramp made him feel like a man.
 

Insecure and a bit immature, Rose would look for comfort and love she is no longer get from Jack elsewhere. Rose would start seeing a wealthy, very possibly married, man. This man would shower Rose with expensive gifts, and would always tell Rose that he intended to be with her. Rose wouldn't want this, and he would never leave his wife anyways.
 

Jack knocks up Rose (Rose stops seeing the married man; his wife found out about the affair and he needs to go on a hiatus until she cools down). Rose is scared of raising the baby on Jack's less than average income. She also misses her easier, more luxurious lifestyle. Going crazy, pregnant Rose leaves Jack to move in with her mother temporarily. While there, Rose's mother introduces Rose to a wealthy business man/lawyer/doctor who finds Rose to be adequate: attractive and from a wealthy family. They marry, and the man agrees to raise Rose's baby as his own. Their life together is also adequate.
 

Does this make Rose and Jack's on-the-ship romance any less authentic, any less beautiful, genuine, and true? This is not rhetorical. I don't know.
 

I think Titanic is such a touching film because is shows genuine moments of pure and true love, adoration, affection. Romantic relationships are so pathetically imperfect. They are often so disingenuous, fake, heartbreaking, and/or disappointing. They are definitely stressful and daunting. Throughout this, people desire them so badly because of moments that actually are as beautiful as the movies portray them to be.

 

I wonder if I've ever made anybody feel the way Rose makes Jack feel. I hope I have, I hope I do, and I hope I will. I tend, though, to believe that I can never make anybody feel much, let alone such powerful emotions.
 

When did conservatives' sweetheart, Bill O'Reily, become the most liberal man on FOX news? I'm not counting Geraldo Rivera. He's only on there so FOX can say they have a liberal. I don't even know if he is on there anymore, actually.
 

O'Reily hasn't even changed. FOX has gotten nuttier.
 

I don't mind O'Reily, quite honestly. He reminds me of my father, but with much longer arms.

 

P.S.) I only watched FOX to see Jon Stewart on O'Reily. Don't judge.

I found out a few days ago that my German professor from my sophomore year died. She died late November, apparently, but I just heard the news on Sunday. I feel so sad about this. She was a wonderful person, truly. She was so optimistic and smiley. She was a professor, but she easily related to her students; she was only forty when I took her class, so she was young (compared to most professors), and she definitely acted like it still. She was successful, obviously, but very down-to-earth. I remember the first day of class she told us about how she started going to college at Macomb Community College and didn’t take it seriously at all, but said she started getting serious when she finally found her passion (teaching foreign language). I think a lot of students could relate to that fact.

 

She loved (classic) rock music, especially Led Zeppelin. She was from Belgium and had the cutest German(?) accent. She was totally northern European-looking: very blonde, very long hair; bright blue eyes; tall. I remember being obsessed with her peace sign necklace. I’ve been looking for one like ever since I saw it. She was so stylish. I remember wanting to be like her when I was her age for that reason, and because her life seemed so fun. I could tell from the way that she talked about her husband and children that she adored them.

 

She said one of reasons she chose to live in the United States was because, in her opinion, the United States had more opportunities for women. I find that hard to believe (haha), but knowing that was her reason for being her made me like her even more.

 

She mentioned that teaching was her passion, and that definitely came through. She was a wonderful teacher, really. Her German class it what initially prompted my interest in learning about other cultures, and this interest eventually lead to me to major in international relations and minor in German (I later dropped that minor, but that story is for another day).

 

It just seems so wrong that she’s dead now. I know this sounds cliché, immature, whatever, but it doesn’t seem just that young, happy, kind, people die.

 

I came across her obituary online. Apparently, her husband died less than a year before she. I just keep thinking that a year ago, their three children had two healthy, happy, loving parents (assumingly), and now they have no one.

 

Her obituary seemed so cheap, too. All obituaries are cheap. After a person lives out his or her life, they get a paragraph in a newspaper. After everything they’ve gone through, they get a few words in the local media and that’s it. What about their successes, their failures, mistakes they’ve made, tears, laughter, all the emotions they’ve felt, their families, their relationships, people they loved, people they fell in love with…. Everything ends just like that with a paragraph or two in a local newspaper. That definitely doesn’t cut it. I know it’s practical, whatever.

 

I’ve read that in Indiana, when a funeral line of cars drives by, people get out of their car to salute. I assume this is for every person, but maybe I’m wrong. Either way, this is how it should be. It seems like the world should acknowledge a person’s death, because in doing so they are acknowledging a person’s life, and every life is worth at least the simplest form of acknowledgment.

I never thought that I'd actually adore a Pearl Jam song. sigh. I love "Just Breathe." It's a peice of God. You know, God: that entity which I don't believe in but constantly refer to.

So nice.

I just purchased tickets to see U2 in June. This is amazing. :)

When it comes to men, pay attention to nothing they say but everything they do.

Us girls we are so magical
Soft skin, red lips, so kissable
Hard to resist, so touchable
Too good to deny it
It ain't no big deal, it's innocent

I have a fetish. Guess what it is.

 

Ben Stiller has just ruined my night. I'm sitting here watching one of the last episodes of Conan on the Tonight Show while doing some online homework. Conan is being cute and funny. What else is new? And then BEN FUCKING STILLER is a surprise guest star on the show, preaching about the environment? Don't get me wrong. I enjoy the environment. I just hate smug, talentless celebrities ruining funny shows like Conan's by making surprise appearances and talking about something that they know nothing about. They just care about it this minute because it's trendy or something.

I realize that part of Conan's show is celebrity interviews. BEN STILLER, however, was not scheduled to be part of tonight's affair. He just now decided to grace us all with his presence by taking away quality Conan (and Robin Williams) time so his face can get more publicity while being trendy and cool for supporting Conan now that Conan is being screwed over.

I don't like Ben Stiller. He ruined my night. I'm sure he will ruin many more nights of mine to come.

Please comment negative things about Ben Stiller below.

 

I'd rather be lonely
I'd rather be free
I'm as sure as the moon rolls around the sea

But I like watching you undress
And I think we're at our best
By the flicker by the light of the TV set

Because I can't remember why I hated you
Can't remember why I still do
But I'm a sure as the moon rolls around you

That I could be happy
Happy
Oh, so happy
Happy
Oh, so happy, so happy

They warn you about killers and thieves in the night
I worry about cancer and living right
But my momma never warned me about my own destructive appetite

Or the pitfalls of control
How it locks you in your grave
Looking for someone to be saved under my restraint

So I could be happy
Happy
Oh, so happy
Happy
So happy
Happy
So happy, so happy

I'm as sure
As the moon
Rolls around

Fuckin' shit on a stick man!  I've been doing quite well this semester, but I just realized today that I missed points in my Present Day Russia class and my Blogging class beause of mixed-up due dates. Ahhhh! I. Hate. My. Life.

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Ich kann da 'Holy Grail' of swimsuits haz?

Watch this, Conan supporters:

 

I do miss you so, so much.

 

"Little Cream Soda"

One, two, three, four!

Well every highway that I go down
Seems to be longer than the last one that I knew about
Oh well

And every girl that I walk around
Seems to be more of an illusion than the last one I found
Oh well

And this old man in front of me wearing canes and ruby rings
And it's like a dang explosion when he sings

And with every chance to set himself on fire,
He just ends up doin' the same thing

Well, each beautiful thing I come across
Tells me to stop moving and shake this riddle off
Oh well

And there was a time when all I wanted
Was my ice cream colder and a little cream soda
Oh well, oh well

And a wooden box and an alley full of rocks
Was all I had to care about
Oh well, oh well, oh well

Now my mind is filled with rubber tires and forest fires
And whether I'm a liar
And lots of other situations
Where I don't know what to do
At which time God screams to me
There's nothing left for me to tell you
Nothing left for me to tell you
Nothing left
Oh well, oh well, oh well, oh well
Oh well, oh well, oh well, oh well

 

I guess you have to have a probelm
If you want to invent a contraption
Well you cause a trainwreck
And then you put me in traction
First came an action
And then a reaction
But you can't switch around
For your own satisfaction
Well you burnt my house down
And then got mad at my reaction

Well in every complicated situation
There's a human relation
To make sense of it all
Take a whole lot of concentration
Well you can't blame her baby
For her pregnant ma
And if there's one of these unavoidable laws

It's just that you can't just take the effect and make it the cause

Well you can't take the effect
And make it the cause
I didn't rob a bank
Cos you made up the law
Blame me for robbing peter
Don't you blame Paul
Can't take the effect
And make it the cause

I ain't the reason that you gave me
No reason to return your call
You built a house of cards
And got shocked when you saw them fall
Well I ain't saying I'm innocent
In fact the reverse
But if your heading to the grave
Don't blame the hearse
You're like a little girl yelling at her brother
Cos you lost his ball

You keep blaming me for what you did
And that ain't all
The way you clean up the wreck
Is enough to give one pause
You seem to forget just how this song started
I'm reacting to you
Cos you left me broken hearted

It's just that you can't just take the effect and make it the cause

Well you can't take the effect
And make it the cause
I didn't rob a bank
Cos you made up the law
Blame me for robbing peter
Don't you blame Paul
Can't take the effect
And make it the cause