Final Post

So I've gotten all my blogs in on time and this is going to be my last one because I don't like leaving things with unfinished ends.

Playoff hockey has started and I'm hoping that Detriot, New Jersey, or the Rangers end up at the Stanley Cup. I'm still going to marry Pavel Datsyuk, mark my words.

Last night, Andrew and the rest of 5/10 Romeo deployed last night/this morning and I took it a lot harder than I planned. There is no way to describe what it feels like knowing that your best friend and love is going to be gone for 10 months and won't be the same person when they come home. I thought that it would be easy hugging Andrew and walking away, but it's seeing all the other girlfriends and wives that ruined my tough girl image.

Carrie, a wife of one of Andrew's friends, had just gotten done saying goodbye to her husband. We all heard a whistle and it was him trying to get Carrie's attention. He had a minute more to talk to her. She ran over and I swear it was right out of the Notebook. There wasn't a dry eye after that.

I hope that no one else has to experience what I've felt the last 24 hours. I don't know where things will be when Andrew comes home and I don't know if I'm wasting these next ten months hoping things will work out.

The four words I'm hanging on to are the "I love you too" I got out of him when he was hugging me before he got on the bus.

That and that alone will keep me here for the next 10 months to a year just to see if we can make things happen again.. Cause to be honest..

I'll be damned if we weren't the most perfect couple you could have ever imagined.

Fiction Prompt

If I'm going to write anything other than that research paper, it's probably going to be a short story like Jackson or Kafka. It's not that I'm looking to write a twisted, crazy paper .. I just think that for me personally, it's easier to write about something that couldn't ever happen versus trying to write a poem about love or a play that I'd never want to act out.

I think writing a short story would be easier for me because I'm good at being creative. I sometimes have trouble making my ideas flow together, but when I wrote short stories in high school, I usually wound up with good grades.

I also think short stories are easier to write when you write about things you've sometimes dreamt about doing or have heard stories about something that inspired a creative vessel in your body.

I dunno. I just like short stories. That's my main reason.

:)

Graded Papers and Life in General

So I've learned that when you wrestle with pigs, you both get dirty and the pig likes it. I've been going on and off with a girl my boyfriend used to date because she's trying to get a rise out of me since he's on leave again. She's sent various messages over Myspace (by god, everyone treats that site like God's writing) and has tried to ruin a perfectly good relationship TWICE now.

It's been kind of fun having the last word, but I finally learned who I can trust and what to do when comments like that rise up. I finally realized that the person who really wins those kinds of fights are the people that can breathe through it and not get all heart broken about the fact that this chick is the EX girlfriend.

I know she couldn't walk across the street in my shoes .. And I'm the past, present, and future. Stressing over petty Myspace fights never gets anyone anywhere .. But having the last word is quite glorious.

Anyways, getting back to real important things .. I'm stoked about my paper grade. A B+ is rad. Definitely didn't know what to expect when I got it back, but I'm happy this paper turned out a litttttle bit better than the last.

So I hope everyone had a great weekend. School is almost over!

<3
-ld.

Southern Belle

I think this was the trippiest play I've ever read. I'm so confused about the relationship between the crippled son and mother. The son seems to have an actual issue physically, but the mother has one mentally. Who would say in front of the kid that they can't wait to be able to live on their own without the burden of their child?

The oldest son seemed a little off. I'm not sure if he was gay or just addicted to watching innappropriate movies at the theatre. He didn't seem at all interested in the girl, who turned out to be a lesbian. She seemed very nice, but all of the characters seemed to have issues upstairs. None of them were all there when they were speaking throughout the drama.

I hope they made a movie of this play because I'm throughly confused. I think that drama is better acted than written, like we've said in class before, because I can't think of how the characters would be portrayed just from the writing.

Hopefully the cripple finds a girl eventually .. I'd hate to have to spend my life living with a mother like his.

(Oh .. And the part about the door getting broken down was wonderful. MOM! JUST OPEN THE DOOR NEXT TIME!)

Almost the End.

So today has been decent thus far. I don't have anything to complain about or cry about yet, so I'm going with that's a better start to the day then not.

I found out the date of my boyfriend and his friend's deployment: April 15th. Definitely not ready for that to be here as fast as it's going to come, but that's one step further into this deployment being done. I found out also that they can't get extended while they're in Afghanistan. That is pretty exciting news. 10 months with Andrew tops. :) I know that he's still in a lot of danger none the less, but 10 months is better than 12. February of next year could go ahead and start working its way here.

But I can't stress on the days to come. Anyone who knows anything about the military knows that you have to take everything one step at a time, one day at a time. This is probably the most effort I've ever put into a relationship, but I know the outcome will be worth it either by me still being with him or by the lessons I have learned while we've been together.

The past 111 days of my life have been really eye opening. Going through a deployment together just as a couple is a really scary thing, especially for Andrew. I can only imagine what's going to be going through his head while I'm here at home doing my own thing. Just because they deploy doesn't mean life stops. I have a lot of respect for the relationship I'm in and I'm not planning on that changing. Regardless of the news we've gotten about this deployment and the way Andrew has changed since, my feelings haven't changed. I've been there since day 1 taking all the slack and stress that he could throw at me and I'm not planning on being uprooted anytime soon.

SO I'm hoping that this weekend works in my favor. He has three left, including this one .. But he will be home in New York as of the 2nd of next month for 5 days. I wish that I could say that I knew that everything was going to work out, but I guess that's why life is so exciting .. You never know exactly how it's going to turn out or where to go from there.

I guess this is the time where I decided to pick the road less travelled to see where the hell this all is going.

-ld.
<3

A Doll's House Character: Trait or Title?

If I had to pick anyone that I liked out of this play, I'd pick Krogstad. I don't want him as a friend, but you have to admit that this guy is smart. He wants to keep his job since his reputation is still ruined, so he is holding the loan he granted Nora above her head as blackmail to keep his job.

I don't exactly like what he stands for. He stands for blackmail, distrust, and being a disloyal person. I can appreciate the guy wanting to keep his job since he doesn't have any other options. If you think about it and you were in the same situation Krogstad was, I think anyone would have done what he did in blackmailing Nora. If I didn't have many options left to keeping a job, especially in an economy like ours, I'd do whatever it took to make sure that I kept my job.

I also am still trying to understand the relationship between Mrs. Linde and Krogstad. I think that could change one or two opinions about Krogstad, but I don't remember exactly what happens in the play since I read it in 10th grade.

-ld.

Meet the Parents

Let me tell you something. Meeting the parents of someone you love is probably the scariest thing you could ever do. Walking up and seeing how they treat their child, then here comes the little diddy-bop that's going to take them away for the rest of their life. Mom is always the one that cries and dad just stares at you like, "Really? That's what you're pulling? (Good job man.)"

I met my boyfriends parents this weekend and it has been a revitalizing experience. I've met parents before, but none of the other guys had really mattered and I couldn't see myself dating them for that long anyways. (Yea, that sounds a lot worse than I meant for it to, but whatever.) Andrew's mom is a little old lady from New York that eats you alive with her words and most definitely could back it up in a fight. Her husband is Andrew's now step-dad, Mark. He's a very quite, laid back individual that, when he gets a beer or two in him, opens up for the entire world to know. Both are very entertaining none the less, it was just interesting to see how they all acted together as a family.

On a side note, I haven't met the two sisters yet. I guess they are bigger determinates than the parents since Andrew is so close with the youngest. He is the oldest child of the family, but him and his 16-year-old sister have a bond like no other.

Anyways, meeting the parents is one of those experiences that you enjoy because it's over with, not because you had to go and do it in the first place. Hopefully everything went well in their eyes since I probably won't know till tomorrow how I did.

Aha.
I love how we're on scales now of how much the parents like us.

Hmm.
-LD

Crawling Deployment

So I continue to cry about this deployment on here like it's no one else's business .. But more stuff has developed since the last time that I want to put on paper.

Andrew is an artilery man. He shoots off artilery on Lejeune for a job and trains harder than grunts. (Grunts are infantry, 0311's.) But for this deployment, he is going over not as an 0811, but as an 0311. He will have had a little over two months of grunt training before he deploys to the Heldman Province of Afghanistan for between 10 and 14 months. We've been having a lot of scuffles lately about him wasting my time and how he might not come home. I don't know if you've ever had someone tell you that they think they're going to deploy to die, but it's very hard to swallow. He has trained in artliery, infantry, and he is also doing the job of a corpsman. (A corpsman is a navy doctor.)

His family is coming down for the weekend and I can't even explain how nervous of a time that's going to be. I'm finally going to meet his sisters and his mom, three of the most influential people in his life. We're going up to Charlotte either Friday or Saturday and I can't wait. It's sort of a big step to meet the parents that live in New York 17 hours away.

All I know is that I'm going to stay here and faithful for the entire deployment. I have assessed the risks and am ready for the challenges. I want to make this last forever. I've finally found someone that I think I could spend the rest of my life with and I'm not going to let this deployment change anything.

If anyone knows anything about true love, it's never fair. There are points and parts that make it worth it, but it's never fair .. Especially in the military. Our spouses and significant others are taken away from us at a moments notice and there is always a chance that they might not come home.

Regardless, when it's your time to go, it's your time to go. I'm going to pray daily that he is safe and that his commanders know what they're doing enough to get him safe and back home in a few months. No time or distance can seperate me from something I love.

-LD

Outline for Prompt 1

I dont know about anyone else, but this outline was a little hard. I'm still formulating a bunch of ideas for the first essay prompt .. It's going to be quite the paper. I decided to not do my outline in a formal manner though because when I write, my ideas don't just fall in line, so I don't think my ideas for my outline will do that either.

Keeping that in mind, here is my outline for the first essay prompt.

Claim: Shirley Jackson's "The Lottery" and Franz Kafka's "In the Penal Colony" describe in great detail two comparably unjust traditions specifically through imagery and language.

Structure:

1. Intro

2. First body paragraph - Speaking to "The Lottery"

3. Second body paragraph - speaking to "In the Penal Colony"

4. Third body paragraph comparing the two with the literary terms they use in each story and also comparing the traditions.

4. Conclusion

Topic Sentences:

2. "The Lottery" is a story of a small Puritan-like town with a tradition of stoning a member of the close knit community.

3. "In the Penal Colony" is also a story of a gruesome tradition where commandents are pierced into the skin of the condemned by the use of a machine.

4. Both stories involve traditions that have been carried on for generations without a thought of it being wrong.

Warrants:

-Both stories go into great detail the thoughts behind both traditions. Kafka goes into great detail about the machine that is to be used on the condemned man and Jackson goes into detail about the little boys piling up the stones in the play yard and the description, in depth, of the box the names are pulled from.

-Kafka and Jackson both have one character that either speaks out about the tradition in speech or in thought. The explorer thinks to himself about how wrong the tradition is just like Tess speaks out to the community about their tradition right before she is stoned.

-Both traditions involve the death of someone. Specifically, neither parties in either of the stories knew why they were being sentenced. Tess was drawn randomly from the box and the condemned man would only find out his sentence once it was pierced in his skin.

-Both stories were published and recieved negative feedback for being outrageous and too .... to be published. (I can't think of the word that fits where the .... is.)

-Flashbacks are sort of used in each story. The tradition of stoning is brought up and spoken for when Tess says something about it and the machine tradition is spoken about in a flashback manner by the officer.

My outline will continue to grow as my paper is written. These are my starting points and the core of my paper. The events that were described in the story will be noted and translated to fit the "imagery" and "language" categories that the prompt asks for.

-LD

Hmm .. Really?

Street fights are NOTHING like what they are in the movies. A bunch of drunk people start slurring words over a misread glance at a girl and it ends in a bunch more drunk people hitting each other till the hot dog man and cop seperate the fight.

Long story short, it is NOT a good idea to bring a bunch of alpha males to a club, watch them drink the night away, and then proceed to watch them start what appeared to be the biggest fight of my life. Some short guy glanced at me while I was having a panic attack. (Yes, I have agoraphobia, therefore I panic when I get stuck in crowded places and don't have a way out.) SO .. From there, my friend looks up, sees this glances and goes after the guy. I hear them exchange words while the rest of the friends start to group up.. Then the first punch is thrown.

From there, it was an all out blood bath basically. Some guy hit my girl friend in the chest and about got thrown over a car by her boyfriend, another guys jacket got ripped, I cut my hand in two places .. And we all made it home safely. :)

So words of advice,
Never drink and fight. People who throw drunk punches look awfully stupid and tend to be the focus of laughter the following morning.

:)

It's a rant. Just pass along. :)

So tomorrow, Obama will be in my hometown for like .. 6 hours. My boyfriend has to listen to him talk about how he wants to have our troops pulled out of Iraq by August of 2010 and how we're deploying about 12,000 more troops to Afghanistan to stop more terrorism.

I don't know who reads these, but this is going to be my constant topic of debate. I'm not overly obsessed with a boy, I'm overly obsessed with a war that I don't think is our problem anymore. I don't know how many of you have come in contact with a GOOD Marine, (one that opens your door and has manners) but mine is one of them. I don't understand why we have to deploy these sorts of good people to fight a fight that shouldn't have been started in the first place.

Don't get me wrong, I support our troops 100% .. My dad is a colonel in the Corps and I'll support him till the day I die .. And then in Heaven. But I'm sick of hearing casualty counts and hearing civilians tell me how they hate this war. I GET IT. I LIVE THIS STUFF EVERY SINGLE DAY. I'm told EVERY DAY that the man I fell in love with might not come home. I'm told EVERY DAY that my friends and my friends parents could be leaving on a moments notice.

So PLEASE don't ask me if I'm going to miss any of my friends that deploy. Don't ask me if I support the war. DON'T ask me why I wait or how I do this.

Some of you don't know what you want to do with your lives. I'm not going to be the average enlisted housewife .. I'm going to make something of myself with a good career and a driving passion. But the first thing I'm going to do is be a good friend. I'm going to be a good girlfriend on top of that and I'm ready to support my boyfriend and any of my other deploying friends in their endeavours.

I wish that more people understood what it was like to date a Marine. You cry about not being able to see your loved one for two weeks .. I don't see mine for 10 months. But not everyone is strong enough to do what girls like me do. God only knows how many people are faithful in their relationships anymore.

:)

Essay Topic

For this short fiction essay, I'm pretty sure that I'm going to be picking question number 1. It's not that I could relate to either the Lottery or I'm sure the other story, but I'm positive that I will be able to attend to language and imagery better than I could any other literary term.

I think this essay will be easier to write because short fiction is easier to dissect than poetry. The music aspect of the last essay was really cool to incorporate, but I like reading short fiction more than poetry, therefore I'm pretty sure I can get a better paper out of it.

I also think that it's sort of American to compare violence. We watch WWE and other violent TV shows, so I think writing about violent stories will be just as easy as watching a show and writing a review.

So in total, I'm picking question one. It will be the easiest to write and the entertainment value I will be able to put in this essay question will be higher than any of the others.

:)

Long Time Coming

Spring break is TOTALLY around the corner. We've got one more weekend here before we head home for what I think is a well deserved break from hell. (Not that school is hell, but all the work and waking up is.) I know most people are going to try and work .. But me, I'm definitely planning on relaxing with the significant other while I can and chill with my mom while she's still feeling okay. I've worked every spring break since freshman year of high school and I just want a minute to myself.

So I dedicate this spring break to a couple things.
1) Making time to prepare for this upcoming deployment.
2) Hanging out with my mom and kicking some serious ass at Scrabble.
3) Reading a book without a lot of pictures and understanding its real meaning.
4) Getting closer to my dad and brother since I never see them anymore.

I think I'm really going to dedicate this spring break to a recovered piece of mind so I can come back to school and finish the year out strong. I'm ready for summer and some well deserved tanning time at the beach.

:)
Good luck the next two weeks! Spring break ready to rock and roll.

Third Person Preview

She opened her phone to some of the most devastating news imaginable. Her boyfriend would be deploying to Afghanistan seven months before he was supposed to. It wasn't as though she was ready to hear this sort of news. He calls and says, "are you sitting down? You should if you aren't."

So she sits. She sits and she begins to panic. All the things that could have gone wrong in the past and what he could be thinking right now start to run through her head. "Did I do something wrong? Are we not going to be together anymore?" They're the hard questions that no one person ever wants to try and answer.

He begins to spill the beans. "We're leaving in April. We'll be gone a decent amount of time and I know that we can get through this. I just need your support. Can we do this?"

She doesn't exactly know how to reply. They'll have been together for 5 months which is a good starting point, but 10 months apart could tear apart everything at the seams. It's not so much a panic anymore as reality sets in. He's really going to be leaving soon. There is no more time to worry about it, just time to live each day to its fullest as a couple.

The next morning, she calls his mom. She explains the situation and tries to get the point across that she is going to need every ounce of support to make this relationship work. He promised that if they got through this deployment, that at the end of her school years, he'd propose. Marriage was a definite possibility for this girl.

The situation being spoken, it has sunk in. She realized he was everything to her. He was going to go and come home and their lives together would really begin..

Recognition

So I never thought that peer reviews were helpful until we had this last batch of them. I had two people look over my paper, three including Brett, and for once it helped in my favor.

The first person that looked over my paper I want to thank. I appreciate the fact that there is another soul on earth who can be constructive and not completely destroy my paper. He looked over everything and his comments made me realize that the errors I made were definitely ones that needed to be fixed. He left comments that were of a good nature as well as ones that were just there to simply help and I can say that I'm very happy he introduced himself that morning in class.

This not only taught me that peer reviews can be helpful, but it also taught me not to be scared to introduce yourself to someone completely out of the blue; you never know where or when in life it's going to come in handy.

Tomorrow is Valentine's Day ... So happy v-day to all you sap-sucker couples like myself .. Hope the day is simply a dream.

(:

Marine Choice

So it has officially been 40 since I saw my boyfriend ..

I am dating a Marine. If not the toughest, it's one of the hardest jobs you could ever imagine. It's not a by choice kind of thing that you get seperated from the person you're supposed to be with kind of situation.

A lot of people ask why I put myself in these kinds of situations. The possibility of your loved one not coming home is sometimes hard to bear, but you do it for the thought of what the homecoming is going to be like. Long deployments, harsh fights .. It all comes in the job description.

Most people don't understand why people in college have long distance relationships. I'd know, I used to be one of those people. But no one really takes the time to consider how it feels the minute they come back home from a 7 month deployment. You don't really know what it's like to be in something truly long distance till you've seen the relationship between a marine and spouse. It's a relationship that can't be described to a civilian and can't be described to someone who has never had to put that much trust into something that could completely change while they are deployed.

It's always a never know relationship. Things happen and people change .. You just have to be ready on a moments notice to accept it and move forward.

-LD

TGIF

Exams are almost over, one more to go next week.
(Thank God it's Friday.)

This has been one of the more stressful weeks of second semester. Trying to balance social life and school, getting calls from California at a decent hour and going out with mom, it's a tough job. Our drafts are due in like, 72 hours almost and I'm NOT ready for that. I've had to change my arguement twice and I don't really know how I'm going to go about routing the entire paper. I know what I want to say, but I definitely need a good enough arguement to get an A.

Next week is going to be interesting .. So now is the appropriate time to throw out my Valentine's Day shpeal:

People hate Valetine's Day when they don't have a Valentine. Yes, I realize that this is a completely made up holiday. For reference, Scientology is a completely made up religion, but we still believe in Tom Cruise (blegh) and what he stands for when it fits our circumstances. I've had the same Valentine for three years now, my best friend from back home. We make each other these RIDICULOUS cards and have good laughs about when we were in 8th grade and didn't know we existed to one another. I'm not so cynical about Valentine's Day anymore because I know I've got the significant other to spend it with, but if that ever failed, I know Pot would be there for me. (That's my best friend, btw. Not the drug.)

If you're not a fan on V-Day.. Don't go around spouting how it sucks, please. No one really cares that much. Buy yourself a cute and funny card, some chocolate, watch a movie and call it a day. It doesn't always have to be about spending it with someone else, make yourself happy for the day.

That's probably why I'm not a philosopher.

I'm very cynical about people who don't like the day because I do now.

Haha.

It's funny.

Such a flip flopper.

Social vs. School

I never took into consideration how much things at home affected things in the classroom. I didn't realize that just because someone can smile in a class, it doesn't mean that they have it altogether.

Being a military brat comes with some high job qualifications. You have to be able to pick up and leave on a moments notice and you have to hold your head high when you realize a loved one is deploying. It's hard watching shows like the Real World with people like Ryan who blow up PTSD and continue to bash the war.

EVERYONE dies. EVERY single body will come to an end. When it's your time to go, you're gonna go. We had a family friend who was a Catholic priest for 22 years pull over to the side of the road to help a man get a tree off the road so they could continue driving. Right after they moved the tree, another one fell, landed on our friend, and ended his life.

I don't like writing about sad things, but there is stuff in like that is just unpreventable. There is no way to evade death. You can prolong life, you can try to beat the system, but it's going to happen to everyone. Some circumstances are worse off than others, but it's going to happen.

I'm trying to figure out a healthy way to not think about the whole "the love of my life is going to war" issue and how to deal with not having my significant other home. It's not easy listening to people talk about the war in a negative tone and not say something. I'm not completely for it since the reason we went in is not the same reason we are leaving with. But I completely support my boyfriend and every other service member overseas. Leaving family and friends behind is by far the hardest thing anyone could do.

So in total, I'm trying to not think about the circumstance. It's not always easy to smile and deep down, it does affect daily life. But I think the motivation to move forward and provide an image for woman of military background of "I'm strong and I can get through this tour" is worth the pain and committment.

Blah on the outline...

This is by far the most irritating outline I've EVER had to write. Don't get me wrong, I like challenges when it comes to writing, but it's either because it's a Saturday and it's Homecoming or the HORRIBLE noise that is coming from my roommates mouth in the form of "singing."

I really did think it was funny that only one person chose to write about Lil Wayne .. And that that person is a 5'10" white girl. :) I was pretty proud of that fact. I know I'll be able to write about him and why I think the song is a poem and all, but I've never really been one for writing outlines before I write the paper. To be honest, my teachers in high school would let me write my papers and then let me do my outlines. It's harder for me to plan something to write about than to just free write and revise from there. (Which I guess isn't such a hot idea since I want to be a wedding planner .. Which means that I would be planning something before doing it.)

Regardless, I'm excited to see whats going to happen when everyone presents their music in class. It'll be sort of fun to see what everyone is into.

Hope everyone has a great Homecoming weekend.

And by the way, the Steelers SUCK.
:)

LARRY FITZ FOR THE WIN!!

Robert Frost, I took the road more travelled.

Robert Frost Works and Biography

This website has all of Robert Frost's works published in a very easy fashion. All of his poems and works are listed on the left hand side of the page and a very well written biography is avaliable for the knowledge seekers.

Most people dislike certain aspects of poetry, no way around that fact. Robert Frost offers poems of different caliber for every reader. His poem "The Road Not Taken" is actually one of my favorites because anyone can apply it to life. The quote "what is always popular isn't always right and what's right isn't always popular" reminds me of his poem because he takes the road less travelled. There are different parts of life that people experience a time in which it could be healthy to take the road less travelled. Not only do you discover your ability, but you can also discover your selfworth and things you might not have known about yourself prior to the event. There are times in life where people need a challenge and I believe that Frost takes this full on with him poem.

Stereotypical Title

Everyone gets stereotyped. Whether you come from a ghetto in the Bronx or you come from the perfectionist white family, everyone has an opinion whether it is voiced or not. All of the authors in this section have experienced various stresses of stereotyping.

To this day, I'm still tacked as the good white kid. I grew up in not a financial WEALTHY family, but I had a wealthy family in heart and spirit. Yes, we're set in this downfall of economy, but I have always been the Colonel's kid. Always expected to be the best at everything I do, not make mistakes, get good grades, and keep the family name clean, I have had to break barriers between myself and friends that come from the enlisted side of the Marine Corps. We are two different sectors of life living in the same area, but no one has built a system to incorporate bonding between children of the two sects.

I can't say that I've ever had anything too negative said about me for being a Colonel's kid. The only stereotypes I deal with today deal with my boyfriend because he is on the E-side. We work fine, but my family expects him to screw up constantly and to not be able to provide the life that I have thus far lived if we ever decided to pursue something further with out relationship.

People don't understand that with this stereotype, you have to step in our shoes and see what it's like. Stereotyping in my case makes me press harder to make my relationship work. It doesn't take money to make some women, including me, happy. It takes a lot of love to make things work, not a big bank account.

Stereotyping has affected my life, but not to the degrees that it may affect others. I have been given everything from the get-go and I'm making my own way. No stereotype will make or break me.

Sports Buff, It's Cool.

So there is NO way to express my disgust that the Giants DIDN'T make it to the Superbowl. The Eagles displayed their lack of true character when the lost to the Cardinals and it really did prove that Eli just sucked that game. There is NO reason why the Giants couldn't have beat the Cardinals. Maybe they should contemplate building a dome with a cover so Eli can whine about how cold it is and let it throw off his game.

But on to the better stuff.
My prayers are definitely with #23 Willis McGahee. Even though he could move all of his limbs, the hit laid on him by Clark left us in shambles as we were watching the game. I've never seen a hit that hard other than the Umberger hit three seasons ago in hockey. Hopefully there is nothing significantly wrong with his neck and he'll have a safe return next season; Baltimore isn't going far without him.

I'm PRAYING that the Steelers lose in the Superbowl. I like the QB, don't get me wrong, but I truly don't want to think about the crap I'm going to get from a certain friend of mine. I know the Giants could have made it, but I would love nothing more than a team that has NEVER ONCE made it to the Superbowl in their franchise history to SMOKE the Steelers. That would be it.

So anyways, February 1st ... We'll see how this all pans out.

Hopefully something will go in my favor.
:]

It's all about anything.

So I'm not going to lie, I really love the colds that jump out from behind doors and then cripple you for a day or two. They're basically my favorite.

It happens at the beginning of every semester. Someone in Belk gets sick at home, brings it back, and then infects the rest of the helpless community by NOT WASHING THEIR HANDS. It's a wonderful thing.

Other than that, TV has been sucking lately. I didn't realize that VH1 has like, two shows per season, and they repeat that season OVER and OVER again till our eyes bleed. This show, the Tool Academy, has been on for a week and I swear the show has been on twice a day every day since the premiere. Ridiculous. Another thing that I've noticed is that EVERY challenge show or whatever on MTV and VH1 has the same people on it every time with the exception of the two or three new comers that get kicked off in the first two weeks. I realllllly think TV needs to step its game up and work on the whole "our shows suck, but girls screaming and tools are cool" sector and put on a decent show. I'm kind of tired of drug addicts and overrated porn stars taking up hours of MY good TV time.

Food for thought.
Don't you hate being sick?

Giants Loss, No Good

So this blog that I read about the Giants was a dissapointment for the fact that the Giants have been knocked out of the playoffs by a number SIX seed. The blog was informative .. Explaining EXACTLY how they lost and how much Eli really does suck some days. (This is not the season to sell my brand new Eli Manning jersey now, so I have him to thank.)



This blog was very straight forward. There were no pictures or videos, but there were a bloody ton of links that were posted to the sides of the page that could lead you to not only more information about the Giants, but as well other team blogs and stats. It's definitely all about football and the main goal was either to make hardcore fans cry over the loss, or inform them of the hope that is becoming lost now that the defensive coordinator Spagnolo is thinking about becoming a headcoach. If you are completely into football, it's definitely the blog for you. If you have no idea about the game, you'd be more confused than a blonde in a spelling bee.


The other blog that I read came off of my friends Myspace. Now, I have to say, I've been fairly dissapointed by these blogs. Not only are MOST of my friends now in college or just at home and out of high school, but most of their blogs are still about drama. None of this girls thoughts had any relation to a current event or something that her now husband is doing in the Army. She focused on speaking in straight ebonics to an unknown. (Which is my favorite because some days I really wonder if the unknown even exists or she just needed to vent and have someone besides herself to blame.)

Needless to say, she is the mother of one one-year-old boy and another is on the way and she is 19-years-old herself. Her blogs are probably more self-centered than many others on Myspace because she is constantly trying to defend her young mommyhood. As a fellow teenager that made it to college after high school, I wasn't impressed.


So there you have it. To be real, I hate reading other peoples blogs. I'm really NOT that interested in what most of the girls from my hometown have to say because the story is all the same.

"I'm 19, I married the Marine of my dreams, oh yea ... And I'm pregnant. How 'bout that?"

Not exactly the "American Dream" so to speak.

-LD