What a weird world we live in.
Two girls, one cup. Enough said there.
But that's not all, folks. Porky can stay backstage for a little longer.
I actually laughed at my worries about grades and making it into med school for a second when I read this article. I guess when and if all my goals in life are shattered like Britney Spears' PR, I can devote all my money from the sperm bank to buying HGH and working a club door in Vegas. I don't think Sin City club owners test like George Mitchell does.
I'm glad the Patriots didn't win the Super Bowl, even more so than before. Turns out, after further investigation, that they might have been taping other teams ever since Belichick became head coach. Assuming it's true, of course, it makes them no better than Barry Bonds or Marion Jones. Asterisk, anyone?
This is just gross. The guy in the article should meet Marco Fiorito. I think they might have some common interests to work out.
In other news, Hillary and Barack debated at campus today. I missed the showing because I was at the gym, but hopefully I'll catch a rerun of it online somewhere. The parts of it I caught online, however, kinda worried me. Although I haven't been keeping up with every detail of the race, it seems like it has taken a turn for the worse. Hillary's looking like a desperate critic, instead of showing with evidence how her policies will be more effective than Obama's. The smug grin on her face doesn't help her case much, either. It looked like much of her focus was on the small unimportant issues at hand, such as the who-what-where of Barack's speeches, and attacking Obama the way she did will lower her image, ironically.
But on that note, I don't trust Obama, either. Dude just gives me a bad feeling when I listen to him and read about him. Call me a cynic, call me a conservative old-fashioned Republican McCain supporter, whatever. Most of his arguments and statements seem to appeal to emotion rather than logic, and sound way too idealistic to work for a country as complicated and messed-up as us. (See previous references if you don't know what I mean) He's barely had a run as senator, yet he promises to change -and we're assuming for the better here - pretty much every aspect of this country. I mean, socialism is a change too, if you want to think about it.
All you hear from his campaign is, hope and change, hope and change, hope and change. Sounds like stuff you would want to happen, but ultimately won't. It's like spam. That's it. Barack Obama is the political equivalent of a spambot. Good god, I sound like such a cynical pessimist right now.
References and analogies aside, I also highly disagree with his standing on foreign policy. I do agree with what he thinks is wrong with the world, but he seems to base his entire arguments on the assumption that he can just nice his way through everything. Maybe he got it from this article. In any case, the world is not a safe place and never has been. Sure, we can take our troops out (which would be a huge waste of the past few years), but what will we do if the enemies of the U.S. come after us? How would Obama handle that? It would be ironic if his handling of the situation was even worse than Bush's.
And although essentially it has nothing to do with Obama, look at who he has for a wife. The woman says she is, for the first time, proud of her country. That's some good ole patriotic support when you need it. McCain, on the other hand....the dude spent 5 years being tortured daily for information, and the most he divulged was the names of the Green Bay Packers offensive line. Too bad Hill can't use that as her "experience."
It's going to be a very interesting election.
Friday, February 22, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
No Time Unless You Make It
I swear, I really wish sometimes that I could just drop out of college. Take right now for example. After this week, I have 5 exams and 4 quizzes in the following 2 weeks. Then in between that and my next barrage of paper torture, 3 weekends of tournaments. Uy.
Then I give myself a mental slap in the face.
Take this food for thought: Theoretically, you could while away your time every day, watching every minute-by-minute update of ESPN, reruns of old movies, and playing video games and such. But at the end of the day and after all the weeks and weeks of sitting around, what does it amount to? And who would care? Nobody cares about a life of mediocrity. I think that to run away from a challenge now, or ever, even, would be the ultimate bitch move.
After all, things could definitely be much worse.
I realized the full meaning of this lesson when I was riding the bus back from practice one day. An elderly man, homeless probably, with scraggly, wild hair carrying what seemed like his whole life on his back and years of hardship in the lines of his face, hobbled onto the bus, leaning on a old wooden cane like a third leg. He had no trouble finding a seat on a bus that was standing-room only a minute before. I imagined what life must have been like for this poor guy for the past few years. Instead of worrying about his next test or scholarship application, he'd probably been spending every day worrying about how to get his next meal, or if he'd have to spend another cold night laying on unforgivingly hard pavement. I thought, I don't know how this guy got to this point, but that doesn't matter. It was far too late to make any kind of change or improvement in his life. He looked 60 years old and was by himself, homeless and hopeless. And that's how he'd probably spend the rest of his days.
It seems kind of cruel to justify myself by saying, "I don't want to end up like that guy," but the fact remains that it's true. Every second you waste could lead you closer to that end. And although the case of the homeless guy on the bus seems a bit extreme, it serves as a good example. When you're off to face your next academic obstacle course, and you wonder why you weren't prepared, you can't say you didn't have the time. Because you had the time all along. Wishing for one more day, or even one more weekend wouldn't change anything. Even if you have a fully loaded schedule and are holding down a full-time job, you can make time. The President of the United States can negotiate a three-country peace treaty, meet with executive advisors to decide on changes to domestic policy, give a State of the Union address, and still ask his children how their day at school went at dinner. Unless you are willing to make time for what's truly important in making yourself better, you're just another slob on the couch. And that's the mental giant I'm trying to take down.
Then I give myself a mental slap in the face.
Take this food for thought: Theoretically, you could while away your time every day, watching every minute-by-minute update of ESPN, reruns of old movies, and playing video games and such. But at the end of the day and after all the weeks and weeks of sitting around, what does it amount to? And who would care? Nobody cares about a life of mediocrity. I think that to run away from a challenge now, or ever, even, would be the ultimate bitch move.
After all, things could definitely be much worse.
I realized the full meaning of this lesson when I was riding the bus back from practice one day. An elderly man, homeless probably, with scraggly, wild hair carrying what seemed like his whole life on his back and years of hardship in the lines of his face, hobbled onto the bus, leaning on a old wooden cane like a third leg. He had no trouble finding a seat on a bus that was standing-room only a minute before. I imagined what life must have been like for this poor guy for the past few years. Instead of worrying about his next test or scholarship application, he'd probably been spending every day worrying about how to get his next meal, or if he'd have to spend another cold night laying on unforgivingly hard pavement. I thought, I don't know how this guy got to this point, but that doesn't matter. It was far too late to make any kind of change or improvement in his life. He looked 60 years old and was by himself, homeless and hopeless. And that's how he'd probably spend the rest of his days.
It seems kind of cruel to justify myself by saying, "I don't want to end up like that guy," but the fact remains that it's true. Every second you waste could lead you closer to that end. And although the case of the homeless guy on the bus seems a bit extreme, it serves as a good example. When you're off to face your next academic obstacle course, and you wonder why you weren't prepared, you can't say you didn't have the time. Because you had the time all along. Wishing for one more day, or even one more weekend wouldn't change anything. Even if you have a fully loaded schedule and are holding down a full-time job, you can make time. The President of the United States can negotiate a three-country peace treaty, meet with executive advisors to decide on changes to domestic policy, give a State of the Union address, and still ask his children how their day at school went at dinner. Unless you are willing to make time for what's truly important in making yourself better, you're just another slob on the couch. And that's the mental giant I'm trying to take down.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
A Minute to Think
So this weekend, I thought I'd take the time to not go out and really consider what's important to me and what I don't need. More importantly, I've been thinking about what I've been doing wrong and what I need to start doing to get where I want to go. Luckily, at least now I know where I want to go.
But, none of this makes any difference unless I can prove it and get an A on the two exams I'm having this week. College is great. School sucks. (not really, but you know what I mean)
But, none of this makes any difference unless I can prove it and get an A on the two exams I'm having this week. College is great. School sucks. (not really, but you know what I mean)
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