Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Ever Wonder What the Meaning of Life is....?


Well, NOT ANYMORE!!



I wanted to share this with the world in as many ways possible because if this was how my life was I would just be full of joy and love and I would have a shit ton of puppies. I know that most people have probably seen this because if you have fallen onto my poorly managed blog you must really be searching the Internet and I'm guessing this is your last stop.

The reason I love this commercial is because when I'm in class or being yelled at by overly confrontational people I LOVE to think about puppies and it never fails to put a smile on my face during really inappropriate moments. Add in a god damn horse and you have hit the jackpot for the best daydream of what reality should be like. 





Saturday, January 25, 2014

Are My Thoughts Mine, or Theirs: One Might Never Know

I just began a class titled Communication, Prisons, and Social Justice, but I am beginning to think it should be called "All the Political Views of this Particular Professor" An outline of this class so far has been about how transformative this class is and about how unfair the justice system is, particularly to minorities. I am not by ANY means saying that these facts aren't true, or that I am anything but a liberal especially when it comes to topics of equal rights. But, with that said, I cannot stand the realization that I have paid thousands in tuition to take a class in which I learn one sole perspective. I like to think that even with the massive holes in our justice system and the biases in number of arrests and death penalty sentencing to African Americans that we ended up with these results because somebody had some (horribly wrong) rationale to create a justice system like so. I would like to know what those rationales were so we can properly avoid them in the future and refute them in the present.

The increase in drug related offenders that have been convicted and put in prison is astonishing, no doubt, but this punitive change in the justice system happened in 1904 for a reason. I would assume that this change occurred because the medicinal approach to addiction was not working, most likely due to lack of medicinal knowledge, but how are we supposed to know if we avoid the analysis. I understand compassion is the way to produce happy, healthy citizens and that the current system is failing us. The substantial amount of our society that does not agree with this though (usually conservatives) has their own argument against it and frankly, I would like to know what it is. I get Professor X thinks he is totally right, but I guarantee that all he is able to do in a debate over these topics is regurgitate his overused statistics and avoid addressing the other parties' defenses.

Sue me for wanting to know ALL the facts to a situation, especially one so heavily debated because I like to know how to refute the opponents' viewpoints considering they are most likely retarded. What could people be arguing? That African Americans are the ones committing the crimes because they are just naturally bad people? NO! That makes no sense. If anything it has to do with the profiling and the low income environments that drive offenders to commit crime. Would they argue that we should continue handling it by removing the offenders for a few years then just returning them to inevitably fail? That argument still makes no sense because its a temporary bandaid on a problem that our own society has created.




This is why it seems important to me though. How am I supposed to know what the other side is thinking when all I am being taught is an individual's personal views. I bought five books for this class... I thought it was to get a well-rounded perspective on the subject of the industrial prison complex issue, but I am beginning to believe that I was sadly mistaken.

So, long story short I needed to vent because even though everything my professor says I agree with- its pissing me off that EVERYTHING MY PROFESSOR SAYS I AGREE WITH. Where is the challenge and the reflective thought? I didn't pay to be taught viewpoints I already know, I paid so I could learn how to defend my viewpoints and perfect them if necessary based on potentially gained information.

The thought that really irks me about this entire issue is that I have been taking classes about topics I have little opinion on prior to the course and I was probably taught the sole perspective of those professors without realizing it. It's like going to spark notes, yeah you get the gist of a reading, but the summary only included what the writer thought was important, and what the writer interpreted- where's the fun in a world like that?

Thursday, September 5, 2013

designated couch cleaner

I have a lot of friends that like to drink the liquor... 

One night in particular I was driving one of my wonderful friends home from some random party and I tucked her in on her couch. A few hours later things weren't as concluded because she decided it was necessary to go pee. This would be fine, mind you, if she didn't assume she was already in the bathroom.. 

She sat up on the couch and well... yeah. 

I attempted to clean up the mess after moving her to a room that actually contained a toilet, but my efforts went to waste. I found out the next day that she got in trouble for pissing the couch- weird, right?


She should have blamed the dog... 



Wednesday, September 4, 2013

wisdom teeth

About a year ago I was lucky enough to get my wisdom teeth pulled...

My father, a bald, middle-aged male was kind enough to drive me home after stopping for a milkshake that I really, really wanted. As we drive in a sketchy Chevrolet truck I begin to drink my milkshake and continue on to consistently spill it all over my shirt and face.
At this point, a cop starts to pull us over and walks up to the sketchy truck to see a highly drugged girl with milkshake drenching her and an old man (that looks nothing like her) driving.
My father continued to assure the cop that he was indeed my father and that I just got my wisdom teeth pulled, but in the end he looked like a guilty pedophile. The cop looks to me with milkshake all over my face, and a drugged grin as I nod gleefully that I was in a perfectly safe situation.

I ended the conversation by happily telling the cop to have a great day and spilling more ice cream all over myself while my dad prays he doesn't go to jail.

I'm thinking the policeman should have been slightly more suspicious....

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

introducing corrine

Now that I am a successful blogger...

I would like to start with a story about Corrine. I called Corrine today, my mother, and wanted to chat about the philosophical meaning behind life. Unfortunately, I am not well liked by Corrine and she continued on to strongly encourage that ending our conversation was in my best interest. Corrine has always been a believer of complete oblivion, and this has successfully created a creepily peppy person. 

She probably does meth