Do you value all human life the same? An impulse reaction (for most) would probably be, "yes." Honestly, I am not one of those people, but I would like to believe that I made that judgement through a process of logically forming an opinion based on how the person behaves. Regardless of what another man thinks, it is his actions that have an impact on his surrounding environment.
Why ostracize an assortment of characters solely based on their perception of reality? I'm not endorsing cultural relativism (for example, a tribe that mutilates it's females' genitals as a ritual isn't "OK" in my book just because it's "tradition") because, like I said previously, it is one's actions that really matter. These actions are the reason I say that I do not value all human life the same.
People all over the world right now are suffering by the hands of another human. Think about it. There's a man being killed in front of his family as you read these meaningless words. A child is being abducted and forced into being another statistic for human trafficking. A young girl is getting molested by a family member right now, and has been for years. All of these things could stop if the people causing this suffering wouldn't act upon such heinous desires.
What I'm not bitching about right now is what these people believe in. I don't give a fuck if the murderer is an atheist, I couldn't care less if the coke head pandering for the black market is Jewish, and I definitely don't give a shit if the molester is a Baptist. What they are doing is wrong and that is the reason I don't find their lives meaningful. They are simply a waste of space. Don't let your thoughts define your actions if they would cause harm to other people.
I don't see why anyone would automatically judge someone on the only grounds of personal perception. There is so much more to life than death. Make it meaningful.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Beautiful
You are all beautiful. I really mean that. Too often people project their own insecurities onto other people and this cycle needs to stop. Why are you insecure? Are you fat? Do you have a small penis? Do you hate who you are? That's ok.... it's normal. Those are all things that come with being human and we all must endure some sort of self- doubt or personal trial. It's what drives us to do better, but better yet it's what guarantees success in the human race. The fact that you are self-conscious is a huge step in evolution on Earth and we need to learn to appreciate each other for what we are. We are human. Humans are born with big ears, lop-sided boobies, skinny legs, buck teeth, excessive hair... etc. but each and everyone of them are full of potential. The potential alone should characterize the beauty of a person, not some arbitrary idea of what the "perfect" human would look like. We aren't show dogs. Tell people they're beautiful regardless of their phenotype.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
College
... Where do I even start?... I guess I should start by saying, "FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!" This entry would best be summed up by a video of me crying hysterically, with a large, anonymous figure raping me in the ass. It's partially my fault (just like many rape victims feel) but it still doesn't make it right. This is my story...
I skimmed through my first year of college with a LIFE scholarship and a psychology major. Even with this scholarship, I had to take out a $3000 loan to help pay for books and the tuition that wasn't covered by the LIFE scholarship (which is, as far as I know, the alpha scholarship that generally covers everything- apparently this is not always the case). After wasting some credit hours on a topic that was interesting, but didn't offer any type of occupational security, I decided to change my major to biology. This was possibly the greatest decision of my life. For reasons I might talk about in a future blog, sciences have always held a special place in my heart. I almost feel as if my calling in life is to be involved with nature, be it as a park ranger, environmentalist, teacher... I know that this is where I belong. Well, long story short, I got into Bio 101 and passed with a D. I fucked up bad. High school NEVER prepared me for the terrors of college biology classes and I was so overwhelmed with the material, I would go home and cry after tests. Regardless, my professor seemed to see that though my efforts were futile, they were at least still present, and encouraged me to go on to Bio 102 and worry about grade forgiveness another semester. So I did. At this point in time, I still have a LIFE scholarship (3.0 + GPA) and am taking Bio 102 and the introductory chemistry course for biology majors. This is where I fuck up again. I flourished in Bio 102, however, chemistry and I didn't get along as well as I'd hoped. Though my history with biology in high school was bad, high school chemistry was 100x worse. For example, one of the last experiments we did in my high school chemistry class was to place a gummy bear in a cup of water and measure the difference in weight the next day. Seriously, that's what 12th grade chemistry students were doing in the southern United States. Needless to say, I passed the chemistry class with a D as well; the only difference between that class and the Bio 101 class was that I would cry during the tests, not after. This is where I lose my scholarship. With these two D's on my transcript (for the record, I have NEVER in my life made a D in a class), my GPA was brought down to a 2.9500. In efforts to save my GPA, I enrolled in a summer course to hopefully bring my GPA up. Good news is that it did. Bad news is that it brought it up to a 2.9900, which does not qualify me for a scholarship, apparently.
Last semester, I retook Bio 101 and Chem 111 and made B's in both of the courses. Wanna know what my GPA is now? 2.9999. ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS? I feel like I've given everything to my college, besides the head of my first born son (I don't have children) and I don't have shit to show for it besides debt. I'm a single, white female with no children but this doesn't mean that I shit golden bricks. I'm still poor and I NEED help to get through college, financially speaking. This semester, I owe $5000 and they (the school nor the government) didn't grant me a dime to go towards paying for it. I know that student loans are the reality for a lot of students, but I'm not just some bimbo doing something easy so I can get out fast. I have motivation. I help professors when I can. I work on campus. I'm involved in my school. I go to extra curricular activities. Why can't I catch a break? I read about all of these billionaires making so much money that with their bonuses alone, they make more than average citizens, and I just want to go to them and ask for a couple thousand bucks. I mean, there has to be people out there that would actually donate to a needy college student, it's just a matter of finding them.
Either way, I will bite my tongue, take out loans, ask for help from my family, and set up a payment plan just as I did last semester and the semesters prior... Let's just hope that's enough to cover it. Boy, it sure is hard being poor and wanting an education.
*********** Update************* 1-4-12*************
My dad is such a bro. He went up to the office with me and got me an extra $900 FOR FREE. To top it off, he flirted with both the bitches we had to talk to AFTER he tousled their feathers a little. He's probably the coolest dad ever. Today after we spoke with the second lady, it dawned on me just how secure he makes situations. I know that my dad is always there to dust my knees off, hook me up with a Band Aid, kiss my forehead and send me on my way. BroDad 4 Lyf
I skimmed through my first year of college with a LIFE scholarship and a psychology major. Even with this scholarship, I had to take out a $3000 loan to help pay for books and the tuition that wasn't covered by the LIFE scholarship (which is, as far as I know, the alpha scholarship that generally covers everything- apparently this is not always the case). After wasting some credit hours on a topic that was interesting, but didn't offer any type of occupational security, I decided to change my major to biology. This was possibly the greatest decision of my life. For reasons I might talk about in a future blog, sciences have always held a special place in my heart. I almost feel as if my calling in life is to be involved with nature, be it as a park ranger, environmentalist, teacher... I know that this is where I belong. Well, long story short, I got into Bio 101 and passed with a D. I fucked up bad. High school NEVER prepared me for the terrors of college biology classes and I was so overwhelmed with the material, I would go home and cry after tests. Regardless, my professor seemed to see that though my efforts were futile, they were at least still present, and encouraged me to go on to Bio 102 and worry about grade forgiveness another semester. So I did. At this point in time, I still have a LIFE scholarship (3.0 + GPA) and am taking Bio 102 and the introductory chemistry course for biology majors. This is where I fuck up again. I flourished in Bio 102, however, chemistry and I didn't get along as well as I'd hoped. Though my history with biology in high school was bad, high school chemistry was 100x worse. For example, one of the last experiments we did in my high school chemistry class was to place a gummy bear in a cup of water and measure the difference in weight the next day. Seriously, that's what 12th grade chemistry students were doing in the southern United States. Needless to say, I passed the chemistry class with a D as well; the only difference between that class and the Bio 101 class was that I would cry during the tests, not after. This is where I lose my scholarship. With these two D's on my transcript (for the record, I have NEVER in my life made a D in a class), my GPA was brought down to a 2.9500. In efforts to save my GPA, I enrolled in a summer course to hopefully bring my GPA up. Good news is that it did. Bad news is that it brought it up to a 2.9900, which does not qualify me for a scholarship, apparently.
Last semester, I retook Bio 101 and Chem 111 and made B's in both of the courses. Wanna know what my GPA is now? 2.9999. ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS? I feel like I've given everything to my college, besides the head of my first born son (I don't have children) and I don't have shit to show for it besides debt. I'm a single, white female with no children but this doesn't mean that I shit golden bricks. I'm still poor and I NEED help to get through college, financially speaking. This semester, I owe $5000 and they (the school nor the government) didn't grant me a dime to go towards paying for it. I know that student loans are the reality for a lot of students, but I'm not just some bimbo doing something easy so I can get out fast. I have motivation. I help professors when I can. I work on campus. I'm involved in my school. I go to extra curricular activities. Why can't I catch a break? I read about all of these billionaires making so much money that with their bonuses alone, they make more than average citizens, and I just want to go to them and ask for a couple thousand bucks. I mean, there has to be people out there that would actually donate to a needy college student, it's just a matter of finding them.
Either way, I will bite my tongue, take out loans, ask for help from my family, and set up a payment plan just as I did last semester and the semesters prior... Let's just hope that's enough to cover it. Boy, it sure is hard being poor and wanting an education.
*********** Update************* 1-4-12*************
My dad is such a bro. He went up to the office with me and got me an extra $900 FOR FREE. To top it off, he flirted with both the bitches we had to talk to AFTER he tousled their feathers a little. He's probably the coolest dad ever. Today after we spoke with the second lady, it dawned on me just how secure he makes situations. I know that my dad is always there to dust my knees off, hook me up with a Band Aid, kiss my forehead and send me on my way. BroDad 4 Lyf
Monday, January 2, 2012
Fat
I've been dwelling on the fact that I still have 20 pounds to lose until I am at a desirable weight for my height. For some this number is minuscule in comparison with the weight they'd like to lose, but nonetheless, this is be a huge milestone in my life. Sometimes I feel rather pathetic for making body image one of my top priorities, but I figure we have one life to live and one body to live in. Why not be happy in your own skin? I don't struggle with who I am emotionally or intellectually, leaving my physical state as the only one with issues I'd like to address. ..
Regardless, I want to lose an additional 20 pounds. I couldn't believe that though I had already lost 20 pounds, I was still really far away from being at a healthy weight for my stature. As of now, I am carrying around 138 on a 5' 1" body frame. Maybe if about 10 pounds were resting in each one of my breasts, I wouldn't be as worried about losing the weight; however, the fat decided to deposit everywhere else other than my chest. No exaggeration. I'm 21 years old with the chest of a 13 year old girl (maybe younger considering how... well-endowed girls are seeming to get at an earlier age). So today, I am going to continue adding exercise to my diet in efforts of losing my super belly for ever.
Regardless, I want to lose an additional 20 pounds. I couldn't believe that though I had already lost 20 pounds, I was still really far away from being at a healthy weight for my stature. As of now, I am carrying around 138 on a 5' 1" body frame. Maybe if about 10 pounds were resting in each one of my breasts, I wouldn't be as worried about losing the weight; however, the fat decided to deposit everywhere else other than my chest. No exaggeration. I'm 21 years old with the chest of a 13 year old girl (maybe younger considering how... well-endowed girls are seeming to get at an earlier age). So today, I am going to continue adding exercise to my diet in efforts of losing my super belly for ever.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
First Blog
Hello. I've never blogged before, so bear with me for the first few of these that I do. I suppose I should start out by saying that there really is no reason for anyone to follow me other than out of sheer curiosity. I'm probably not going to enlighten you on your path of self- discovery, nor am I likely to give sound advise on how to deal with sticky situations. I'm simply going to state my opinions and viewpoints (or take on other pointless discussions) on this rather than annoying my Facebook friends and family with political/religious/taboo/...etc. posts.
I guess I'll start out with the topic of New Year's...
Nothing special happened this year. No keg-stands, no faded memories, no drama, no nothing. I watched Adventure Time and fell asleep with my kitten before the ball dropped. I did, however, decide to take on a New Year's resolution. As cliche as it is, I figured since I already gave myself a head-start in weight loss, I might as well follow through with the dedication and lose another 20 pounds. For the first time in my life, I'm starting to love my body, and that's a feeling I'd really like to experience. On that note, I guess I should get back on here when I have something more interesting to talk/bitch about (which should be relatively soon).
I guess I'll start out with the topic of New Year's...
Nothing special happened this year. No keg-stands, no faded memories, no drama, no nothing. I watched Adventure Time and fell asleep with my kitten before the ball dropped. I did, however, decide to take on a New Year's resolution. As cliche as it is, I figured since I already gave myself a head-start in weight loss, I might as well follow through with the dedication and lose another 20 pounds. For the first time in my life, I'm starting to love my body, and that's a feeling I'd really like to experience. On that note, I guess I should get back on here when I have something more interesting to talk/bitch about (which should be relatively soon).
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