Part 2: The News

This one makes me significantly less angry.

How can people watch the news and still say that it is reputable. Every single news station, are out of their damned minds. They are, well, silly. What with their holograms, hands on visuals and social networking. Wait. Socail networking? You mean, like, facebook and twitter? YES! That's exactly what I mean, and that's exactly what they're doing/using. I now have a good, solid answer for when some uptight know-it-all adult asks me in a very I-know-the-answer-to-this-question-but-ill-ask-it-anyway-in-a-snobbish-adulty-tone-to-prove-a-point-to-this-useless-teenager way, Do you watch the news? No. No I don't (And quickly start my comment before they can stick their wine in their mouths with accomplishment) and do you want to know why? Because the news stations are filled with idiots. They have all of their heads too far up their own asses to see how stupid they all sound. We have gone far past the point of actually delivering the news that I might as well have the news supplied from MTV because the colloquial difference between the two, is absolutely non-existant.

To me, from now on who tries to look clever and say that oh I watch CNN because they deliver the news in a blah blah blah I think I actually know something about anything blah blah blah blah. Hey, you with the zero knowledge, shut your mouth. You are at the same intelligence level as the anchors who are spoon feeding you the news. You know what CNN is? A perfect example of using social networking in the news.

Oh, and if you actually want to get news, you shouldn't watch it, you should read it.

PS. Troch, The CNN thing wasn't a shot at you. Unless you watch CNN.

Part 1: Prop 8

Ok. These two things make me really angry. One more than the other. First is Prop 8.

Prop 8 makes me angry because I think it is the stupidest thing the government could do (don't tell me something stupider). It makes absolutely no sense. None. None at all. They've taken it way too far. The definition of marriage even makes me mad: A formal union of a man and a woman. Why? What the hell? Why does it have to be only between a man and a woman. Why California, why? You have the third largest amount of homosexual people per capita out of all 50 states. Do you like making your state angry? Honestly, considering the people of this nation, I totally understand why people would be against it happening. But going as far as to make it punishable by law to marry someone who you love? Its RIDICULOUS! I cannot in all of my brain's functioning find a justifiable reason for making this act illegal. Bold. Italicize.

I am not joking. This makes me physically angry.

Just Because I Do, Doesn't Mean You Have To, Too

Psychology is something I am more interested in than most other things. That being said I am interested by a lot of things. Recently I have become extremely interested in why I keep adding things to my list of books I want to read, but NEVER actually reading anything. I am always on my computer though. It wouldn't be impossible for me to turn it off though which I will prove to myself when school gets over with because I will start reading again because I believe in my ability to be one of those people who is always reading a different book. Even If people think that the book is no good, I still want to read it any way to find out what I think about it. Because I could care less what reviewers say. Whenever anyone tells me, "I heard that movie got really good reviews" I just tell them that I don't care because first of all, you HEARD that it got a good review and if I want to know, I'll just go watch the damn movie. Anyway. Reviews->Books->Interests->Psychology->Actual purpose of this post, which is emotion. Did you guess correctly?

It's usually along the lines of "Why don't you show emotion?" Look people. You don't understand. Quote Rene Descartes for this one: I am thinking, therefore I exist.

I'm not emotionless, heartless or not human. As a matter of fact, I am filled with emotion. I have tons of it but what else do I have? Self-control. I'm not the same person I was in 8th grade. If their is something I genuinely don't want to show about myself or tell you, I straight-up (guess) will not tell you. *gasp*

I completely understand why people are afraid of what they don't understand. But you know what I have to say to all of you: Stop complaining and learn how to utilize your resources. If you can manage to dedicate some of your time to researching things like this you might have a better understanding and will stop asking me why I am so difficult to understand.

You are difficult to understand. That is an unfortuante statement that I have come to accept and sometimes tell people who are struggling to grasp the reason for their lack of a grasp.

Just because I don't respond the way people are used to, it's like their whole prior understanding of the world has been blown. Not everyone is going to react the same way that you are used to. Not everyone is you.

Now, as I'm sure you've guessed, I don't want to spend much time on this. Which is why I submitted two or three sentences to each little 'paragraph'.

Conclusion--> Most people are going to have a different emotional grasp on things than you. Deal with it.

Summer Event: Santigold

Summer Event Number One

So last night (Thursday) while walking into Hy-Vee to pick up some mushrooms and peppers for the pizza we were making when I received a response to the text I sent Sepulveda about who was driving. His response wasn’t about who was driving. Apparently he and his parents had something of a falling out and they said that they would decide if he was able to go to the concert that he has been excited about for months. Around 9:30 I get a text from him, apologizing. The thing that gets me about this is that when I was talking to Chloe (our fellow concert goer) on Friday morning that he does this all the time which now makes me wonder if this falling out even happened or if he just straight up didn’t want to go with me. I kind of doubt that though because whenever I talked to him he would always say how excited he was about going. I was a little bit pissed because now I had to find someone to go to this totally last minute.

The first two people I thought about asking were Lars and Spencer. Lars because he said he wants to be my concert buddy though when I invited him to go to Andrew Bird, Ratatat and Girl Talk he regrettably declined due to having parents that are obviously not cool with what goes down at these things. Spencer because he was the first to tell me that if Michael couldn’t go for whatever reason, I should tell him. So, naturally, I didn’t even bother asking Lars because I could already guarantee that his answer would have been no. I asked Spencer. I was a bit worried to text Spencer in the first place, no offence to Spencer, but he isn't really like me and my brother in the sense that he doesn't get into these kinds of things usually. Which in this case won't be such a big deal because the people who want to drink and smoke weed will and those who don't, which I'm finding to be more and more these days, won't. And in relation to the concert itself, won't be a problem at all because if you are going crazy and flat out having a good time no matter how ridiculous you look, no body really gives a shit.

I'm in physics right now writing this so I am just waiting for this day to be over so i can go home and then leave. I will finish this later once it actually happens and I will continue with writing down the play by play of everything that happens.

It is now a week later.

My plan was that we were going to go home, grab all of our shit and hit the road. Apparently Spencer is even more unorganized than I had originally thought. With me, I usually wait until the last possible minute to do things, who doesn’t? That being said I am very organized and aware of how I plan on attacking each scenario. So it was 3:30 when I thought to myself that we should probably leave because that would get us into Des Moines at around 5:45 or 6:00 keeping getting over to Spencer’s in mind. What happened next has escaped me but what I remember next is it being past 5:00 which was as late as a I wanted to leave and we were headed to his cousins grad party which his mom forced him to go to.

It’s now around 5:30 and after a little downtown confusion we managed to find the interstate and we were on our way. Naturally at this point since I wanted so bad to go to this concert and the last person I would’ve expected to want to go was incidentally making me half an hour late to the concert, which started at 7. Unbeknownst to me, the headliner didn’t start until 10. The moment I found this out from my brother’s “calm the ____ down,” my heart rate steadily returned to normal.

When we got there at an apparently reasonable time we were welcomed by some interesting characters. The characters that were a part of my brothers interesting lifestyle in one room talking about something everyone except this one guy knew something about while everyone, except for two, were sipping on some (insert obvious substance here). The only thing that I can (off the top of my head) remember is the conversation of how stores can sell bongs so long as they call them tobacco pipes. Apparently if you call them a bong in the store they get really mad. Maybe they aren’t happy that they are selling them in the first place so that would be like making fun of them.

It then came time for the concert even though it actually started around an hour and a half ago but we are just that awesome, plus it was basically a bar, with a dance floor and a stage so, so long as you had your ticket and your over/under 21 wristband on, its all cool. When we got there Trouble Andrew was playing. I didn’t like him much. Unfortunately I missed Amanda Blank who is featured on Spank Rock’s YoYoYoYoYo and I think she did something with Santi at some point. Amanda Blank is dirty. Not in the make-out-with, jump-all-over-each-other-in-some-sort-of-unfortunate-sexcapade way but the spouting hyper-sexual lyrics and being a babe sort of way.

10:15pm ish finally rolls around and out comes Santigold and her two badass partners who stood perfectly still on the down stage corners until the musics starts and they start dancing their awesomely styled hearts out. Santigold is just rockin’ the shit out of this audience and is wearing sunglasses in the bright stage lights so probably can’t see anything which probably doesn’t matter because she is having as much fun as we are and its awesome! The only thing, as my friends that have been patrons at such an event can already guess, was the drunk guy. He was so annoying, annoyed, irritating and irritated. Which was funny because he got over his problems almost as fast as he discovered them. The only thing about that was that he had frequent problems. We just ignored him and let him do his drunken business.

After the show we got lost walking home with just the two of us which doesn’t need explaining because we got home eventually where we greeted each other with more (substance) with a full serving of (other substance). Let’s just say, we were both pretty happy when we went to bed.

So to conclude:

Santigold,
Since we were so starstruck at how unstoppable you were, we had trouble finding our way home with the lights out.

America's human manifestation

If you haven't noticed I pretty much blog about what you other people blog about but with my own opinion. Don't bother telling me, I am aware that I am copying everyone else's ideas.

I have become proud of myself due to my recent discovery that I don't really like American Idol at all. I've watched since the third season which means that i have been watching it all of 5 years. I realized that I didn't even like the music that the contestants were singing, or rather, the manner in which they were received. For example: At the beginning I liked Anoop. why? not because he was a good singer or because he was popular, since was a basically neither which is unfortunate because being popular with America is the whole reason people vote. I on the other hand voted for him because he was Indian. I don't know why, but it probably is the same reason that Slumdog Millionaire is one of my favorite movies. And no, my saying that is not going to lead into a big long spiel about how i like Indian people besides:

Dear People Who Think I'm Racist Towards Asains,

Indians are Asian. I like Indians which therefore makes me not racist against Asians. Plus, one of my best friends while living in New Zealand was Korean.

Next example is that Jason Mraz, John Mayer wannabe. I just straight up don't like him. The fact that he won just makes me a little bit mad at America and confirms my suspicions of the 1/3 of the nation that watches and votes on that program. He personifies my dislike of the after effects of American idol. The winner become automatically famous, blatantly copies other cooler artists (like Jason Mraz or John Mayer, cough,) followed by a self title album with a portrait photo of them in front of some exuberant yet brooding color that I will forget about completely 2 minutes after I hear of its release. I have little to no respect for these people any more. Daughtry on the other hand I have a little more respect for because he is actually in a band, but the way he became successful brings him right back down.

Finally is Adam Lambert aka the guy all grandmothers are confused about besides their firm belief that he is homosexual. I was 100% sure that he was going to win for the first 6 weeks when they were half way through when I realized, "dude, you are singing every song exactly the same." It may be different, but i don't think people understand that when something so different is flaunted up the fuckin' wazoo then it is no longer interesting and in some cases, such as this, annoying. After those 6 weeks past my sudden zero appreciation for what the show was producing went to wood floor bottom. I was so fed up with it even that i didn't even bother watching the finale. I saw that it was going until 9:07pm so i just thought to myself, well, I guess I'll come downstairs to the TV at 9, because we all know that nothing important to the continuity of the show happens until the last 3 or 4 minutes of the 2 hours.

Apparently they're America's idol, but they aren't mine. Since I brought it up I would like to note that the title is totally ridiculous. So these people can sing, who gives a shit number one and number two, they don't have any qualities that would make them actually be an Idol to anyone over the age of 14. I wish (I'm about to overreact) they would stop turning 300,000,000 diverse people into 1 mindless idiot who is far too easy to entertain. What's even more sad is that people kill themselves if they fail to gain the liking of this idiot. Hey suicidal, superficial cells that make up this 'America' thing: STOP IT.

Now that this has taken a turn, I'm done.

Ironic Suicide

You know what's funny? Depressed people and medicine (drugs). Not a common topic for comedy but it’s what I want to talk about today. It isn’t even a common topic for discussion which is odd because its happening all the time and should be brought up. Maybe not made fun of but that’s the method I’m going at this.

First of all people who take drugs for depression are ridiculous. Unless you are mentally incapable of being happy, stop taking drugs. And come on, if you are going to take drugs, why would you take something insane like Abilify? Try some weed or get wasted and make a bad decision or just straight up be on acid all the time, which probably wouldn’t help your depression, rather put you into such a confused state death would be the only plausible option.

Digression: OH and that’s the other thing! Death, as an option to solving your life problems. Why? Sure if your dead then you won’t have any problems. And maybe in your mind you will be “going to heaven” but imagination can only take you so far because in the end, you’ll still be dead. I just don’t get it. I have taken a keen interest in trying to understand people, granted I haven’t gotten very far but that’s was college professors are for. I cannot fathom thinking that killing myself would be a good idea. Everyone has those fleeting thoughts of death but most people don’t actually do it. For example: I could jump off of this building I am on top of, but I know I won’t. I could jump in front of this speeding train, but I know I won’t. I could jump off of this bridge into the essentially cement (at that height) like water below to my possible death below, but I know I won’t do it.

Continuing with the drug thing, you’re just stupid. In my opinion you can cure your “depression” with no meds at all. How? With that lumpy, thought-processing thingy in your skull that smart people call a ‘brain’. It’s all up there. With your own free will you can literally become…well…not depressed. I have successfully avoided illnesses because whenever I tell myself that I am going to be fine and that I’m not getting sick, guess what, I don’t get sick. Sometimes people who think that they are prone to illness simply create it in their mind because if you tell yourself you are going to be sick, your brain makes you so.

I would also just like to point out that the people involved in Abilify are stupid and possibly geniuses because they try to kill depressed people. They say that 2 out of 3 people being treated for depression still have depression symptoms. So, there pitch is that if your antidepressant isn’t enough, you should talk to you doctor and get you abilify, because everyone knows that taking a bunch of drugs never ends in an unfavorable way. Never. Not once.