No day but today
Sitting at home on a Thursday afternoon trying to convince myself that I should be doing something more productive, yet all I've managed to do is watch 'Sweet Home Alabama' again, and keep the new RENT trailer on repeat on my computer. (Speaking of the RENT trailer, I may or may not have gotten goosebumps because I'm a ridiculous fan-groupie and I think you ahould all see it...)
I also watched a documentary on AIDS in africa which tore my heart apart and made every little problem I thought I was facing, seem so insignificant and trivial. It put everything into such a better perspective because it gave faces to stories instead of just hearing "people in Africa are dying of AIDS"...these people could have been me or my friends. It was an eye opener to say the least. There are girls younger than me, selling their bodies just to feed themselves. It was sex for 1 dollar with a condom and 2 dollars without. I don't believe I could every imagine having to endure what those young girls have to.
Before the documentary I watched a Biography on the Dixie Chicks whom I have since fallen in love with. I may not be the hugest country music fan, but those girls got the shaft from the scene that raised them up. I seriously can't stand red-neck hicks who think that freedom of speech only applies when you're agreeing with their values. The double standards in this country are ridiculous. Furthermore Toby Keith can go fuck himself and if I ever catch that guy in public I am going to throw whatever is closest to me at his head and pummel him with socks full of pennies. Let's send that guy to Iraq and let him fight the war. However I adore the Rascal Flatts and I can't seem to shake that.
I'm seeing Marc Broussard on my birthday which is probably the coolest birthday gift I could have gotten.
In the immortal words of Jonathan Larson:
"There's only us, there's only this, forget regret, or life is yours to miss, no other road, no other way, No day but today..."
I also watched a documentary on AIDS in africa which tore my heart apart and made every little problem I thought I was facing, seem so insignificant and trivial. It put everything into such a better perspective because it gave faces to stories instead of just hearing "people in Africa are dying of AIDS"...these people could have been me or my friends. It was an eye opener to say the least. There are girls younger than me, selling their bodies just to feed themselves. It was sex for 1 dollar with a condom and 2 dollars without. I don't believe I could every imagine having to endure what those young girls have to.
Before the documentary I watched a Biography on the Dixie Chicks whom I have since fallen in love with. I may not be the hugest country music fan, but those girls got the shaft from the scene that raised them up. I seriously can't stand red-neck hicks who think that freedom of speech only applies when you're agreeing with their values. The double standards in this country are ridiculous. Furthermore Toby Keith can go fuck himself and if I ever catch that guy in public I am going to throw whatever is closest to me at his head and pummel him with socks full of pennies. Let's send that guy to Iraq and let him fight the war. However I adore the Rascal Flatts and I can't seem to shake that.
I'm seeing Marc Broussard on my birthday which is probably the coolest birthday gift I could have gotten.
In the immortal words of Jonathan Larson:
"There's only us, there's only this, forget regret, or life is yours to miss, no other road, no other way, No day but today..."