Gay Marriage

I saw this on Eshellama's aim profile and I just had to put it down somewhere. Americans are such hypocrites.

10 Reasons Why Gay Marriage is Wrong

1) Being gay is not natural. Real Americans always reject unnatural things like eyeglasses, polyester, and air conditioning.

2) Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the same way that hanging around tall people will make you tall.

3) Gay marriage will change the foundation of society; we could never adapt to new social norms. Just like we haven't adapted to cars, the service-sector economy, or longer life spans.

4) Straight marriage has been around a long time and hasn't changed at all; women are still property, blacks still can't marry whites, and divorce is still illegal.

5) Straight marriage will be less meaningful if gay marriage were
allowed; the sanctity of Brittany Spears' 55-hour just-for-fun marriage would be destroyed.

6) Straight marriages are valid because they produce children. Gay couples, infertile couples, and old people shouldn't be allowed to marry because our orphanages aren't full yet, and the world needs more children.

7) Obviously gay parents will raise gay children, since straight parents only raise straight children.

8) Gay marriage is not supported by religion. In a theocracy like ours, the values of one religion are imposed on the entire country. That's why we have only one religion in America.

9) Children can never succeed without a male and a female role model at home. That's why we as a society expressly forbid single parents to raise children.

10) Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy behavior. People may even wish to marry their pets because a dog has legal standing and can sign a marriage contract.

breakdown

I officially had my first colege breakdown - and it wasn't that bad. I've ones that wer 10 time as bad at Salem and lasted 400 times as long. The Salem breakdowns would take an entire Christmas break and even Jan Term to get over sometimes, but this one only took me 1 hour. I'm not even sure what I was freaking out about. I think it was a combination of boy/friend/body/work issues, all things I've had to deal with before. Then it was all over when I returned to my room, finished homework in hand and I saw the bottles of Granny Smith Woodchuck(I'd like to thank C.J. and Emily for introducing me to that little love). I promptly drank one and the world seemed amazingly better all of a sudden. It's amazing what something so tiny can do. Given all the crap is still there to deal with and I'm just going to have to handle it tomorrow, but tomorrow is another day!

Trapped like a rat

This is probably the funniest thing that has happened to me at college thus far.
It was a normal Friday night, I had been hanging with some friends making fun of how incredibly drunk they were and watching Pulp Fiction. I started to nod off so I was going to bed. I let Sara borrow my phone so she could get her roommate to let her in, went in my room and put some stuff down, and was going to go to the bathroom when I discovered that my door wouldn't open.
It was not locked and the handle completely turned, it just wouldn't open.
I tried to get Sara to help me, but in her drunken state she didn't exactly want to call security. I finally convinced her to call and security shows up and does nothing but bang on the wall.
This whole time, all I want is to take a piss.
My roommate is trying to sleep during this time because she has crew practice at 5 in the morning. Both of us have friends calling to get us to hang out, and Sara has my phone. All we can do is sit there and wait.
They finally call the locksmith and about two hours after this whole ordeal began, he finally gets the door open, at 3:30 in the morning. I get to pee and then I pass out while he is still trying to fix the door so we can use it in the morning. He tries to tell me what went wrong, but I'm obviously not in the state of mind to handle it. He then tells me he'll fix it permanently later. I don't know what time he left, but when I woke up - I could get out and go to freedom.

Petri dish

I have officially decided that college is not a breeding ground for well educated, independent young men and women, but for illnesses. It was the same way at Salem, one person would come back from a break sick and the next thing you know the entire school would be sick.
Another key factor in this bacterial theory is that some how none of the teachers or professors ever get sick so you can miss class and they never let you miss a class for being sick. Mrs. Lawson used to say that unless you were dying or missing an important organ that you had to be at rehearsal, all the other teachers adopted this same attitude for everyday class. Ms. T even adopted this theory for devotions - it was only devotions for god's sake.
I also noticed that people you know either adopt one of two ways to act around a sick person. One of these people are the ones who help you out, stay with you, bring you food, takes care of you basically, and the other are the people that avoid you at all costs. Both types of people tell you to take Vitamin C, drink lots of fluids, and chug cold medicine. They both end up getting sick anyway.

BUSTED!

My college experience is finally complete, I got busted by the security. I was hanging out in my friends room and they had some drinks and we were all chillin'. At this point some genius decides to light up a J with only one fan in the room and the smoke detector uncovered. The smoke begins to filter through the door ad into the halls. People were walking 2 floors above us and could smell the stuff. We then receive a phone call telling us to get out of the room, the RAs could smell the weed. We then dash out of the room, the smoke detector then goes off and as we are running out of the room, who is waiting for us? That's right you guessed it folks, security and the RAs. So, we all think we're major busted, when the security guard tells us that if it was only alcohol he would have only confiscated it.
The guy then takes two bowls, a bag, and a full handle of Captain Morgan's. He tells the owners of the room where on campus to go to smoke, he tells the 23 year-old in the room that he could have been arrestted for the drinks and he leaves.
While people are being talked to, one person begins to laugh and the other crosses the room to check on the sox game. The two guys from St. Lawerence are told that their school will be informed ad I'm told that they'll have to take special action with me because I'm uder 18.
We then look around the room to se what wasn't confiscated and we find a full bag laying out on the desk, and three bottles of open beer at various point in the room, go figure - they take the rum and the pieces.

WEOS

I've got the best work study job a person could ask for, I mean it's really great. I work at the school's station, not just any old school station, but a NPR affiliate station. The producer of the Today Show had my same job at my station and I'm so excited, because that's what I want to do. Well, one of the things I'm considering. This could get me in a lot of doors, and I get paid; unlike all of the damn internships that aren't going to get me anywhere.
I am also the only freshman so far that actually got a regular job there. The guy who runs the place likes me and teaches my common ground, so I'm definitely in.
It's especially sweet because I get paid to sit around, do my homework, and listen to new and awesome music. They're even giving me a key; no new people get keys. I'm hoping to become programming director or assistant station manager or something like that, but for now I am content with just pushing buttons and picking out music.

Busy Little Bee

I have recently realized that I have issues with taking on more projects than I can handle. This has become especially obvious, where as school starts I have made my schedule so packed that I have no room for silly little things like homework.
I still want to do more things, like join the scuba club and ultimate frisbee. And I haven't even found anything out about clubs that I can't possibly reject, such as College Democrats.
So, on top of everything else I have finally decided to start a blog, so people can keep track of me and as a place to get all of the damn thoughts out of my head.