We Interrupt This Program

There are several things I have so desperately wished to blog about in the past who knows how many months that I've been absent. HOWEVER! I am much to busy at this time to post anything coherent other than this little lovely link that I have participated in when clicking... it.

Ah the Craziness of Everything

The past couple of weeks I've been taking random days off to study for finals and just freaking catch up with my life. *looks as it runs away*

I had cleaned out my room, did my laundry, and after conquering territory that I have marked and claimed as mine, I decided to turn imperialist and venture forth to unknown and alien territory: the Living Room.

That's right, I have attempted the impossible. To clean a room other than my own. A scary enough thought on its own, but to actually follow through with said cleaning... quite a hectic ordeal.

However, the only reason why I wished to make an effort to clean the living room was because I saw how sad our little Christmas tree was...

I felt bad because it seemed to be suffocating in the filth left by the people who tend to inhabit the house. So I began cleaning.

We also have a huge bean bag that just sits there in the living room that we got from a garage sale. I decided to put it in my brother's room because its already messy, and he's the one that uses it the most. After finishing organizing most of the living room besides my brother's mess and some papers, my brother comes home and I try to get him to clean up his mess that I so *nicely put in a pile. He tries to get out of it with, "But I need to do homework..." "It wasn't my idea to clean the living room," and other such things.

He them commences to run to his room and affix himself to his computer, as he does every night. I give him a few minutes to himself, continue to clean the living room, but finally it's mostly just his mess that needs to be cleaned up. So I go to his room and stand in his doorway, asking him nicely to clean his mess up.

He peels his eyes off the computer long enough to look and me and protest a bit, then turns his head a little farther to see that I'd left the bean bag in his room.

"Hey!" he proclaims, and starts to complain about the bean bag being in his room. At this point I can't help but laugh. It's a miracle (or just on account of sheer oblivion) that he hadn't seen the huge black bag of beans smack dab in the middle of his room.

Honestly... What is our world coming to? It's almost exactly as though he didn't see the big pink elephant standing in the middle of the room. Perhaps the children and newer generations are a HUGE representation of how corrupt this culture has become. Heck, I could be right along side them, representing something that I have no idea about, and will continue to keep that ignorance until the day I die. It reminds me of... I believe it was a Pendulum song, Another Planet. They recorded a woman saying, "There eyes were open. But still, they were blind."

Makes you wonder what we haven't been **seeing.

*Hey, my brother needs to learn responsibility for his actions. He can't just go throwing his stuff in rooms that aren't his! And I'm very adamant about that.

**Not to go all M. Knight Shyamalan in this post, but what if those with a sixth sense are actually those who are NOT blind? Haley Joel Osmand seems to know what he's talking about in every movie he's in.

Another one to remember

http://moxie.blogs.com/moxie/2006/03/our_bodies_ours.html
If you haven't been reading her, and these seem interesting, you probably should...

This article is so... true. I need to share it with my mom.

Sick

Lately I've been reading a lot of parent related blogs because I'm VERY interested in the fact that there IS life after parenthood. It merely encourages me to have children all the more when my time comes.

However, there are several things that are brought up in these blogs that aren't very parent related. I'm completely fine with that, because it gives me insight on things in their lives other than children.

I wanted to post this to make sure that when passing bills and whatnot (since I recently registered to vote this last Monday... w00t?) that people read and understand what they're choosing.

http://moxie.blogs.com/moxie/2005/01/idiocy_alert.html

I read this at work and almost gagged because I felt so sick to my stomach. The fact that a state would try to inflict this upon its residents... horrible.

...sorry. This isn't supposed to be a PERSONAL personal blog, but I had to get this off of my chest.

A-what-omy?

Today I've been working on my recently assigned astronomy homework. I already did the definitions and review questions for the next 5 weeks, so all I need to do is chill until the next assignment. HOWEVER! Being the OCD student that I am, I want to get as much homework out of the way as possible so that I can have more time to study my notes and the book instead of stressing over busywork. So I've started on my event assignment that's not due until week 8.

In regards to the event, I'm supposed to write about an astronomy related scientific breakthrought that has happened within the last year. As of now, I'm choosing to talk about this article that covers proof of dark matter.

However, I've been having a little trouble wrapping my mind around what dark matter actually means. It's not detectable visually (it's essentially invisible), however it can be detected through gravity. And that's the only way they've found it detectable so far.

This is all fine and dandy, but then I began wondering if dark matter is not quite a noun, but an action, because out of all that I've determined about it so far, it is merely there to help galaxies not run into each other, but not repell each other either. Maybe it is the hypothesis that is the explanation for it? Or since it's finally been proven, is it a theory, or law? But when looking it up, I found that it is a noun, as is gravity.

However, I also began thinking about wind. I was trying to compare dark matter to wind in my mind in order to have a base foundation for that kind of thinking. I looked up wind, and of course it's a noun. But then I stopped to ask myself, "Is wind the actual thing we feel, or do we merely feel the result of wind happening, thus instead feeling air?"

I began to get more and more confused, pondering to myself, "If wind is just an explanation of what happens, then what is a law, in relation to science?" Meaning, when it is considered an explanation of the relationship between two happenings or objects.

I realize that's a sort of unfinished thought, but I finally came to a conclusion after thinking that.

I will never again let my mind ponder while trying to jam 8 weeks of homework into one work day.

There IS a God...

Wow. Today I got exactly what I need. And apparently last night, since I was saved by an angel.

First off, I got a very pleasant call from a very good friend. And you know what? It wasn't even the fact that the only reason they called was to get a ticket number for a class I'm taking too. That was just an extreme plus that I'm not entirely sure is going to follow through. Either way, it was the fact that they CALLED! I thought I was about to explode off of my chair the moment I saw a familliar number show up on the screen on my cell phone.*

And then! I had waaay too much sugar today, what with the daily consumption of Pop Tarts. I was feeling all sugared out, wishing I had some money in my account to actually buy something of semi-nutritional value, when two kind smiling door to door representatives decided to share their wealth with the office. They left two hot, steaming bowls of nuggets on my desk, in exchange for me promising them that, "Yeah, sure, I'll distribute your coupons throughout the office, just give me the dang nuggets**!"

And now! I have two rather unique websites to introduce. Visit them... OR DIE!

Houseplant Picture Studio
Dooce***

*Wow. The fact that I let my cell phone determine my mood for the day is nothing to be proud of. It's scary how the world as we know it today allows and encourages things like this. But that's another journal...

**When will we be able to answer that question that has forever been stumping mankind since the beginning of time: Where is the nugget on a chicken?

***I'm going through her whole archive just to catch up with her life... This is fun reading material! It's made me laugh like a little school girl. Wait... That hits a little too close to home...

Reassurance for your life.

LIFE INSURANCE

(Does an average WASP bred, white picket fence, 2.5 children, dog and cat family good.)

On the way to Fourbucks* this morning, my companions were in the middle of a very stimulating conversation about life insurance, and things of such relevance. They were talking about how their spouse should use the money, things like that. But it's a really creepy thing, to think that you're buying something that's going toward your death. You're not even going to be able to enjoy it! You're paying for something that as of now, you will never see a penny of, and in fact lose money with. And the fact that you're anticipating your death... That's why I'm in no hurry to write my will. It's like saying, "Okay, God. I've decided where everything's going. Beam me up, Scotty!"

I seriously wonder how many life insurance salesmen have a tendency to make people cry. "Would you like to buy something that will only benefit you after your husbands death?"**

Now that I've thought it over, maybe I would like SOME kind of insurance. In fact, I wonder if they have Zombie coverage...

I wonder what kind of life insurance company would carry that kind of coverage, and to what degree?

Maybe they only carry the naturally attained flesh eating zombie kind. The self inflicted virus kind, or Sumatran Rat Wolf infected kind isn't covered by most companies. And they only have a limited offer kind, available in the month of October when zombies are obviously running rampant throughout the nation.

I'm hoping they would also provide a quick and painless option. If I turned zombie, I would want them to cut off my head, cut out my heart, burn my body parts and respective organs seperately, and then spread them throughout four major bodies of water on the earth. Heck, even shooting my ashes out into space sounds good as long as both my body and soul are at rest. But even then, I'm not sure if life insurance covers the soul part of death.

I wonder what kind of special extras you could sign up for, too... Maybe protection for your family from yourself? A self containment center, sort of like an entertainment center. Available for the family members who still want to visit you, but want the protection of three inches of glass just in case there's not enough human left in you to have mercy with your own flesh and blood... *evil laughter* And for those unfortunate families who can't afford any of those special offers, they'll give the family of the recently deceased, but still up and running a complimentary roll of duct tape to keep your flesh on your body, and see how affective it really is on mouths.

I'm rambling now. This is waaay too much. But at least whoever signed up for that insurance has the possibility of seeing that money again, even if it is in a sort of maniacal dead way...

*Coffee from Starbucks is around 4 dollars a cup. When will the madness end?! At least I'm not a coffee drinker... No, I'm a sucker for their blueberry muffins and such... Darn.

**...Of course the wife's all for it, and the husband realizes his place in the marriage, breaks down and cries, and tries to kill himself that night. ("Sorry, we don't cover suicides.")