Top Ten Reasons I am a Republican Voting for Barack

1. Honesty no longer helps pay the bills in America
2. It is too expensive to have a moral code
3. Clinton didn't inhale, but Barack openly expirimented with drugs (the democrat's approach has changed dramatically)
4. McCain walked uphill to school-both ways
5. A woman president is one thing. The possibility of a PTA mom is another.
6. Republicans have f'ed up our economy, there's no harm left in letting the democrats give it shot
7. I am a poor college student, looking for change (silver preferably)
8. US foriegn policy might improve with someone who has actually lived on the other side of the world
9. Experience has gotten this country no where. The president with the least experience made this country, lets get back to square one.
10. I want a president who is a little more like me. Wanting a change for the good of America, not just the good of my good ol' boys.

A couple more poems

This first poem was written in my Creative Writing class right after one of my teammates was killed by a drunk driver and is about her. She was fifteen years old at the time. In order for this to make sense you should probably know that her favorite color was purple and she absolutely loved yellow ducks.

African Violets
A small garden of purple
A small tree with a bird
A small flower stands tall
Unlike any other
Jumps out of the crowd
Of the garden of purple

The lines etching the veins
The droplets trickle from the eye
The yellow bird
Bright, startling, joyful
Stands out to the crowd
In this garden of purple

The garden is frosted
The purple fades
Seems only a memory remains
Of the garden of purple

But the bird lives on
The yellow was a blur
The life continues
Somewhere
In another garden of purple



The following poem was written in the same Creative Writing class. It is just a random poem that I wrote mostly to fill up space. Nonetheless, it seems to get a chuckle out of most people who read it.

Life of a Styrofoam cup
Woken up in the morning by suffocating plastic
It’s a great thing to have no lungs
A great life to have a small purpose
My friend went to a party
I bet that was a blast
I didn’t hear from her again
But particles of her will forever live on
Another went to a funeral
I bet he was filled with Sunny D.
Someone died and they still fill him with
Cheap orange juice
My bag has just been bought
On no! there’s a little kid
They gave up on the sippy cups
My last moments being digested
By a two year old future eating contest winner
And he’s starting with the Styrofoam cup

Partners in Crime

As school is sneaking up on me, I am finding little humor in life these days; however, today there was a small instance that was very humorous to me. And hopefully to you too.

My kitten, although cute, adorable, lovable, and playful, has a certain quality about him that causes him to freak out, run around wildly, attack anything that comes anywhere near him, and chew on my plants. (I think this is called being a kitten, but whatever) When he goes into this mode, I have a squirt bottle that is pointed and shot at him when he is biting my hair, my plants, my books, whatever his current victim is, to distract him and get him to stop whatever he is doing.

I recently received a bonsai tree for my birthday and the baby kitten loves to chew on this so he has gotten squirted plenty of times for his strange pallet and now has stopped eating the leaves.

I was worried today, though, when he came up on the table as I was using the squirt bottle to mist the leaves of my bonsai, and headed straight for it. It occurred to me, as he rubbed up against the bottom of the pot the bonsai sits in, then looked at me with wide eyes, he looked like he was consoling the tree and wondering what it had done to deserve the squirt bottle.

Bright eyed and bushy tailed or Red Eyed and Tail Dragging?

I have been working on my schedule day by day for the last two weeks and finally have the work schedules, my work schedule, and my class schedule all straightened out. Sounds good right? Not so much. It appears that to get in the number of hours I need, I am going to have to get up at seven thirty two days a week and Monday and Wednesday I have class until four. It sounded like a good idea when I signed up for classes that didn't start until nine but it really screwed up my work schedule. After a summer of staying up late and sleeping in late.......we will see how this all goes....

Words of encouragement please?

It's a great state fair?

I have been wanting to go to the State Fair since it started a couple weeks ago. I have been seeing news casts of the sweet things at the fair. I could cast my kernel for president (two tubs full of corn for either McCain or Obama), watch stupid human tricks, see well trained dogs, watch the Olympics on a big screen, eat fattening fair food, see the biggest hog (over 1200 pounds) and the biggest bull (over 1500 pounds), in addition to lots of horses, an elk, a cow made of butter, and all kinds of random things you can only see at the fair.

After pumping myself up for the fair, I got there, spent money on parking and entrance fees, bought outrageously priced food and drink, could not find the place to cast my kernel, only got a picture of the biggest bull and elk, not of the biggest hog because some little brat would not move, did not find the Olympic Pavilion, the trained dogs were not on until the time I had to leave to be back in time for work, and stupid human tricks was way too late to stay.

I determined that I paid money to enter the fair to spend more money. Truly ridiculous and disappointingly.

I was, however, very grateful for the day in general. My long-time boyfriend and I both went to the fair together and got to spend all the time together mostly making fun of the scary way people dressed, (What Not to Wear, the TLC show, should just set up shop at this fair, they would find material for at least 50,000 shows. I am not exaggerating) , but also looking at the fantastic hot tubs, bikes, home improvement items, petting the goats, sheep, and a baby miniature donkey that was about the cutest thing that exists, and just generally enjoying each other's company.

That night we spent time with some old friends and had a much better time than our usual Saturday nights.

In Other News: I changed vets for my baby kitty, Theodore. I was going to a vet where I live most of the time but did not really like him from the first time I brought my kitten there. He grabbed his scruff and did not really pay attention to the cat, more so to me. I bring my animals to the vet to have them taken care of, not me. So, last week, I took Theodore in for a couple of shots. I asked the vet about how long until I should have him fixed. The vet started feeling around and, obviously, Theodore was not enjoying it, so instead of pulling Theodore back toward him humanely, the vet grabbed his back legs and hung him upside-down. I immediately was appalled at how he was handling my baby. (I also thought of when I was a kid and was dangled over a swimming pool by my back legs by a swimming instructor...quite scary for me and I did not want kitten to be scarred as well!) You do NOT dangle my cat. That is NOT okay. He also did not tell me any of the possible side-effects of the shots or to worry about anything. Needless to say I switched vets. This one is a lot more expensive, but actually cares about the well-being of the patient, more-so than appeasing the owner.

Poodle Conditioner

A couple of weeks ago, I decided to dye my hair to its natural, un-sun-bleached color; a lovely dark brown that I wish my hair would stay throughout the year instead of just in the dead of winter. Anyway, as anyone who dyes their hair would know, it tends to dry out the strands a smidge. With my hair, it makes it impossible to comb without mass quantities of conditioner. (Also, I recently changed conditioners to one that I shouldn't have switched to because it does a VERY poor job of making my hair silky smooth so it really does not help much.) At home, I can get a wonderful VO5 hot oil treatment for about two dollars. Here in the campus town they apparently do not carry VO5 products and I was stuck with knotty hair. The other day at Walmart, I decided I HAD to find SOMETHING to make my hair stop snarling so horribly. So as I was looking, I found a section full of deep conditioners and hair strengthening what-nots. I also noticed that all the advertising pictures were of African Americans/Blacks/Politically Correct term for dark skinned people. I reasoned that if it works for them, it will surely work for me. So I selected a one time, deep conditioner with olive oil to be applied with heat and a cap. Only $1.79.

Last night I performed all the instructions step by step to make my hair the silky, smooth , fantabulous mane it once was, ending with the rinse. I went to bed with my hair still wet, natural curl bouncing.

This morning when I woke up, hair dry, and I could tell something was different. "Is it healthy, happy, hair?" I thought as wabbled to the bathroom at 6:30 this morning. Well, when I got in front of the mirror, I realized that the natural bouncing curl I saw last night had multiplied by, oh, about a hundred. My hair had VOLUME! Thank goodness for hair straighteners. My hair is now healthy, happy, and volume is No Longer an Issue.

I recommend this conditioner to anyone who doesn't have to get up early in the morning so that you are not unnaturally scared of looking at the mirror. I also recommend it for anyone with a poodle that needs a little lift.

Monotony

As students are coming back onto campus, I have to change all the access cards individually. In doing this I have to change each students' access to each individual building. This means each student access card change takes about two minutes. I have about 400 of these things to do.
Today, I expressed my desire for a single button that would change a student's access with one click rather than about forty, to the security officer. Other security officers have expressed my same general feeling about our stupid, time consuming, system. This officer, however, looked at me like I was crazy for wanting to make this process faster and simpler.

My thoughts?

It's idiots like you who design piece of crap systems like this.