"I Have Come Here to Chew Bubblegum and Kick Ass... And I'm All Out of Bubblegum. "

Before I get into homework mode, I need some release.

Health care reform melted into 5 main things you need to know, in case you were wondering.

I feel, because I have so many different clothing styles, that I identify with different people on different days.

My mind has been overactive lately. I can think of one person to blame. *Insert retarded grinning face here* But I can't really complain. I just wish I could sleep.
I have this absolutely horrible fear of getting into a car accident. I don't write or talk about it much at all because I do feel like I will jinx it or bring that negative energy towards me. But I'm going to take that risk right here and hopefully maybe I'll just feel a little bit better about it. However, I'm not going to get into it a whole lot or explain the whole back story [because there is a whole lot more to this], but I just want to state a main thought. Often, if I let my mind get that far, I imagine the horrible case in which I got into a terrible accident and I imagine with as much vividity as my mind will take me within a few brief seconds the feeling and result of my legs being crushed. This has nothing to do with a fear of losing my legs. More so, I sit quite close to my steering wheel and I just know how fucked my legs, knees, and all that stuff are going to be. I quiver at the thought. And it does occur to me more than I would like it to. But essentially it reminds me of all these horrible things that happen, from car accidents to police citation tickets, that can often be prevented by a simple little action such as paying attention, not doing whatever it is you could of lived without doing. I know the few minor accidents and tickets that I've gotten were never worth it had I just did one little thing differently. I keep this as a reminder when I drive sometimes [yes, it should be all the time]. And to trail off a little bit, sometimes I see motorcyclists and deeply wish they were wearing a helmet and even at least some other gear. Because I know, I don't want to ever have to think about the guilt I could ever feel had I hit them. Or even killed them. Just a thought.

It's an ongoing annoyance for me on campus, the people that pile up and wait outside the doors of a classroom, waiting for the previous class to be done. People outside waiting try to get into the class while the people in there are getting out. Every goddamn time that happens I just want to scream, "People need to get out for you to get in!!!" Jesus! And as I think about that every time I leave a class, as I did earlier, I was walking behind a fellow classmate who uses an electric wheelchair I began to get more angry. People are standing around in the way and take no notice of her, she needs to get out just like the rest of us and she needs you to move! Ugh! I'd personally like to make myself her escort and yell at people to get out of her way, for I am often walking near her anyways.

How can one ever be free of objectification? I don't think it will ever be so.

I realized. It was never you that I wanted, it was your attention.

Over the spring break I watched John Carpenter's They Live. Oh man, as cheesy as it is, I do appreciate it. My cousin knew I would like it and he was correct. I'm all for subliminal messages and the likes. Interestingly, the film came out on my 1 year birthday. Sweet.
Although I don't have any soon intentions or even desires of leaving here, I do not necessarily see myself being here all my life.

My compliments to other people are very much like a part of me. When I give them away, I give away a part of me. Remember that.