The OC...it has dominated my life...I know it is sad...I am sorta ashamed
Well life is going Much Better this semester. I am tired because I have been doing work, and playing in the proportions I find pleasing, as well as finding my self outside of a mind numbing depression on the vast majority of days. So all in all I am pretty Gosh Darn Happy!
I have a new found love...she requires just an hour at a time, and she always fulfills, she gives me laughter and sadness, and I always feel content at the end...her name is "The O.C."...Now BEFORE I GET A CRAP LOAD OF NOTES ABOUT HOW STUPID THE OC IS...have you seen it?
Have you ever watched more than 2 episodes? If your answer is No...don't write anything. You MAY write of your joy for my finding a NEW show which I enjoy all to heck. YES, I know it is an evening Soap Opera...but it is SO GOOD (I understand that many may mock me...I care not)
Ummm Yeah...it is on RIGHT NOW by the way...I will be back...
Alright so now that I am back...(I only caught the last tail end any how...)...The reason that I have learned to like it so much is because it was Silvia's B-day on the 7th, and her gift from me was the 1st season of "The OC" and everyone else pitched in for a iPod...yeah so she made out like a FREAKIN bandit...so I have gotten to enjoy my gift to her the wonderful TV show, and now when I ignore her for the OC, she can listen to music on her stylish music box.
Ummm, well this is a BLOG...so I must go into SOME angst or else I wouldn't be fulfilling, my angst quota required by the LJ. So while I was watching the 3rd episode of the 1st season (of the OC of course), Brandon Haleside a great friend, and an INCREDIBLY conservative politico commented on the show we happened to be watching. The show was talking about a main character's mother, who happened to be an Alcoholic...she was relapsing on the TV, and Brandon said "Stupid bitch doesn't have any self control"...now, my first response was a simple and quiet "don't say that"...then about 15 seconds later Brandon, who was basically oblivous to my first remark, said "God she is stupid, shame she doesn't have any self control" I repeated my self, only this time I had quite a bit of emotion in my voice..."Don't Say That" (all caps...) he quit it at this point, but the viewing experience was slightly marred because of my minor show of emotion.
My fucking father is an alcoholic...and Brandon has no fucking idea what he is talking about. My dad still is fighting for his sobriety...
and it affects me greatly to see a quasi effigy of my father be insulted. Alcoholism is a disease, a mental and chemical disease, similar to cancer. If my dad could FORCE it away from himself he would in an instant... people never say "God that cancer patient is WEAK, he can't force himself to health...fucking dead beat"...People never say "Damned RETARDS, why can't they just figure out how to read and work? They should stop asking for fucking hand outs."...but it IS alright to mock Alcoholics, right?
I was surprised at how strongly I felt, and I am still surprised at how powerfully this feelings has followed me to my room, and thus my Live Journal.
I am also strangely fed up with random racism...I am sick of Mexicans being portrayed as lazy, criminals, who have no money and no class. And I am REALLY sick that because I could be considered to have class, and education...that I am NOT a Mexican. That shit right there BURNS ME UP. My grandfather is from Mexico...my entire Father's family speaks spanish and they are of Mexican Descent, as am I. Yeah I am a National Merit Scholar, and I am in college, yes I don't speak Spanish, I still claim my Mexican Heritage. Simple, it really isn't that confusing.
So, there is my angst. I have a deep running feeling of anger that has slowly built up to the grand act of rage, writing my thoughts out in the form of a LJ. What good does it do to fight all the time? With people that won't understand? Rather I will just write it and leave it.
I really am fine, I figure though that this is a decent forum to release my anger, and that is all I am doing.
Hope life is wonderful for everyone everywhere.
-Matt
I have a new found love...she requires just an hour at a time, and she always fulfills, she gives me laughter and sadness, and I always feel content at the end...her name is "The O.C."...Now BEFORE I GET A CRAP LOAD OF NOTES ABOUT HOW STUPID THE OC IS...have you seen it?
Have you ever watched more than 2 episodes? If your answer is No...don't write anything. You MAY write of your joy for my finding a NEW show which I enjoy all to heck. YES, I know it is an evening Soap Opera...but it is SO GOOD (I understand that many may mock me...I care not)
Ummm Yeah...it is on RIGHT NOW by the way...I will be back...
Alright so now that I am back...(I only caught the last tail end any how...)...The reason that I have learned to like it so much is because it was Silvia's B-day on the 7th, and her gift from me was the 1st season of "The OC" and everyone else pitched in for a iPod...yeah so she made out like a FREAKIN bandit...so I have gotten to enjoy my gift to her the wonderful TV show, and now when I ignore her for the OC, she can listen to music on her stylish music box.
Ummm, well this is a BLOG...so I must go into SOME angst or else I wouldn't be fulfilling, my angst quota required by the LJ. So while I was watching the 3rd episode of the 1st season (of the OC of course), Brandon Haleside a great friend, and an INCREDIBLY conservative politico commented on the show we happened to be watching. The show was talking about a main character's mother, who happened to be an Alcoholic...she was relapsing on the TV, and Brandon said "Stupid bitch doesn't have any self control"...now, my first response was a simple and quiet "don't say that"...then about 15 seconds later Brandon, who was basically oblivous to my first remark, said "God she is stupid, shame she doesn't have any self control" I repeated my self, only this time I had quite a bit of emotion in my voice..."Don't Say That" (all caps...) he quit it at this point, but the viewing experience was slightly marred because of my minor show of emotion.
My fucking father is an alcoholic...and Brandon has no fucking idea what he is talking about. My dad still is fighting for his sobriety...
and it affects me greatly to see a quasi effigy of my father be insulted. Alcoholism is a disease, a mental and chemical disease, similar to cancer. If my dad could FORCE it away from himself he would in an instant... people never say "God that cancer patient is WEAK, he can't force himself to health...fucking dead beat"...People never say "Damned RETARDS, why can't they just figure out how to read and work? They should stop asking for fucking hand outs."...but it IS alright to mock Alcoholics, right?
I was surprised at how strongly I felt, and I am still surprised at how powerfully this feelings has followed me to my room, and thus my Live Journal.
I am also strangely fed up with random racism...I am sick of Mexicans being portrayed as lazy, criminals, who have no money and no class. And I am REALLY sick that because I could be considered to have class, and education...that I am NOT a Mexican. That shit right there BURNS ME UP. My grandfather is from Mexico...my entire Father's family speaks spanish and they are of Mexican Descent, as am I. Yeah I am a National Merit Scholar, and I am in college, yes I don't speak Spanish, I still claim my Mexican Heritage. Simple, it really isn't that confusing.
So, there is my angst. I have a deep running feeling of anger that has slowly built up to the grand act of rage, writing my thoughts out in the form of a LJ. What good does it do to fight all the time? With people that won't understand? Rather I will just write it and leave it.
I really am fine, I figure though that this is a decent forum to release my anger, and that is all I am doing.
Hope life is wonderful for everyone everywhere.
-Matt