Wow, here she goes...
I am so sick of being surrounded by these leftists who will believe anything they hear. Hardcore conservatives don't get as much media-play as the liberals do. That's why I'm not complaining about them. There aren't any on my college campus that I know of. There aren't any (that I know of) where I work. My boyfriend is a conservative. I'm a nothing. I've been writing about politics a little here and there in this journal, but it isn't because I care about politics. I care about unbiased facts, and you won't get those from any news station. On my car radio, I literally have Fox News on button five and NPR on button six. I listen to both sides, but I don't have to believe them. I listen for the "facts" and interpret it on my own. I'm sick of all the brainwashing. Glenn Beck's voice gives me a headache. I'm sick of Obama mistaking his so-called "Christian" religion for Muslim. I'm sick of Sarah Palin's annoying voice. I'm sick of the horrible things Biden says (did you hear about what he said about the Deleware gas stations? Oh, and don't forget what he said about Clinton being a better running-mate than he is). And I'm sick of gas stations raising their gas prices just because some hurricane (that didn't do any oil-refinery damage) came along. Even the gas stations are brainwashing us to believe that the oil is in trouble due to natural disaster. And don't blame the oil refineries for your empty wallet. It's the people who own the gas stations who do that to you...to a point. I don't know all the laws and regulations of gas, sorry.
And do I want to know?
Probably.
Other than all that crap, everything is fine. I'm teaching a craft in poetry class today. I'm teaching Gjertrud Schnackenberg's book Supernatural Love with some other chick. We were supposed to meet last night after my evening class, but she never showed up. I waited an hour. Hopefully we'll get to meet today before class starts. Hope everything's all right.
Finished reading:
Hunger at the Moon by Billy Childish
So What by Taha Muhammad Ali
The Flag of Childhood by Naoimi Shihab Nye. I'm going to start reading her book 19 Varieties of Gazelle.
I'm going to start reading Robert Hass' Pulitzer Prize-Winning book Time & Materials. I have to write a book review about it, which should be fun, considering I like his work and that I'll be his hostess when he arrives! Um, I'm sure there is other stuff I will be reading, but I'm not too sure yet.
Mmm, next time you go to Starbucks, get the Mango Orange Banana Vivanno with Green Tea. Oh my. Delicious. It's a smoothie with green tea. A bit heavy, but delicious, nonetheless. It's my breakfast. I'm here at school all day with nothing to eat but this and a banana. Wish me luck.
Oh, and there's something else that irks me about people. AND I AM NOT TRYING TO OFFEND ANYONE. I'm getting really tired of people who turn all of their interests/pursuits into some sort of manifesto or revolution. It can be anything. It's like people are trying to make their one quirky interest into something phenomenal to the point where it seems fake and insincere. For instance, people who are vegans or vegetarians. Most vegans or vegetarians are the hemp-wearing, poetry-reading-going, tattooed, Goodwill-wearing, notebook-toting people. And yes, this is very stereotypical...but admit it. Take a group of "jocks" and take a group of "hipsters", and guess which group would have the highest percentage of vegans/vegetarians. You'd be safe with guessing the hipsters. Not to say that a jock can't be a member of PETA or that a hipster can't go hunting for deer this fall. But not only are they giving themselves this "image", but they also make a manifesto or revolution of it, of sorts. They'll wear the pins and just be walking advertisements for it. Let me think of another...how about cyclists? I'm in the city more and more now, and I notice all these cyclists and cyclists mingling with cyclists. It's a community, and that's nice. But it's a community that is trying to make themselves very apparent. Everyone is lumping themselves into some sort of group that they think has some sort of "cause". What? See, I'd like to meet some normal, humble, sincere people who can ride their bikes to work without having a tattoo on the back of their legs saying "share the road" (yeah, I met a guy with that tattoo). Why can't anyone be themselves while they are alone? That's another thing about these groups. They think that they are some minority and are therefore special or whatever. So, they group up as if they have enemies. Maybe they do, I don't know. But why can't people be themselves alone? If you ask me, to get into these groups and become a stereotype of sorts just means that you're not really sincere in your passion. If you can't do it alone, then where is the passion? I love to make jewelery, but I'm not in some beading group. I love to hike, but I only hike with my boyfriend. Now, I'm not against people meeting people to be passionate about what they are passionate about, but I'm sick of these holier-than-thou groups of people. God.
And yes, I am aware that I am turning into a mega-bitch. And an idiot, probably.
And do I want to know?
Probably.
Other than all that crap, everything is fine. I'm teaching a craft in poetry class today. I'm teaching Gjertrud Schnackenberg's book Supernatural Love with some other chick. We were supposed to meet last night after my evening class, but she never showed up. I waited an hour. Hopefully we'll get to meet today before class starts. Hope everything's all right.
Finished reading:
Hunger at the Moon by Billy Childish
So What by Taha Muhammad Ali
The Flag of Childhood by Naoimi Shihab Nye. I'm going to start reading her book 19 Varieties of Gazelle.
I'm going to start reading Robert Hass' Pulitzer Prize-Winning book Time & Materials. I have to write a book review about it, which should be fun, considering I like his work and that I'll be his hostess when he arrives! Um, I'm sure there is other stuff I will be reading, but I'm not too sure yet.
Mmm, next time you go to Starbucks, get the Mango Orange Banana Vivanno with Green Tea. Oh my. Delicious. It's a smoothie with green tea. A bit heavy, but delicious, nonetheless. It's my breakfast. I'm here at school all day with nothing to eat but this and a banana. Wish me luck.
Oh, and there's something else that irks me about people. AND I AM NOT TRYING TO OFFEND ANYONE. I'm getting really tired of people who turn all of their interests/pursuits into some sort of manifesto or revolution. It can be anything. It's like people are trying to make their one quirky interest into something phenomenal to the point where it seems fake and insincere. For instance, people who are vegans or vegetarians. Most vegans or vegetarians are the hemp-wearing, poetry-reading-going, tattooed, Goodwill-wearing, notebook-toting people. And yes, this is very stereotypical...but admit it. Take a group of "jocks" and take a group of "hipsters", and guess which group would have the highest percentage of vegans/vegetarians. You'd be safe with guessing the hipsters. Not to say that a jock can't be a member of PETA or that a hipster can't go hunting for deer this fall. But not only are they giving themselves this "image", but they also make a manifesto or revolution of it, of sorts. They'll wear the pins and just be walking advertisements for it. Let me think of another...how about cyclists? I'm in the city more and more now, and I notice all these cyclists and cyclists mingling with cyclists. It's a community, and that's nice. But it's a community that is trying to make themselves very apparent. Everyone is lumping themselves into some sort of group that they think has some sort of "cause". What? See, I'd like to meet some normal, humble, sincere people who can ride their bikes to work without having a tattoo on the back of their legs saying "share the road" (yeah, I met a guy with that tattoo). Why can't anyone be themselves while they are alone? That's another thing about these groups. They think that they are some minority and are therefore special or whatever. So, they group up as if they have enemies. Maybe they do, I don't know. But why can't people be themselves alone? If you ask me, to get into these groups and become a stereotype of sorts just means that you're not really sincere in your passion. If you can't do it alone, then where is the passion? I love to make jewelery, but I'm not in some beading group. I love to hike, but I only hike with my boyfriend. Now, I'm not against people meeting people to be passionate about what they are passionate about, but I'm sick of these holier-than-thou groups of people. God.
And yes, I am aware that I am turning into a mega-bitch. And an idiot, probably.