a.m. musings on responsibility

Early morning musings on responsibility, choice, and freedom while bidding on a particular ebay listing...

Responsible. Either you are, or you aren't. Does one become known as responsible when they take on many responsibilities? Or does one achieve the title of Responsible upon the completion of those responsibilities taken on?

People in general try to be responsible. As children, we have few responsibilities. Cleaning rooms, taking baths, brushing teeth and washing hands...the list of childhood responsibilities seems endless at the time. We have all looked up toward adulthood with wide eyes, waiting for the day when we will get to drive the car, or get the big job, or more importantly, get to do whatever we want. The freedoms of life are what we seek. The ability to make choices that form our lives, day-to-day into what we want in the long run, our goals, hopes and dreams.

I have come to one conclusion about responsibility and freedom. Freedoms that are sought can only be achieved upon the taking on of great responsibilities. It is a delicate balancing act we perform between our choices, responsibilities, and in turn, our freedoms in life. Just something to think about.

Happy New Year everyone!

Fish, Indie Parties, and the Lack of Keys

1:47 a.m. Monday night. I locked my keys in my car at the YMCA. Not cool. Luckily I had friends there who took me back to school. It was slightly snowing. My room was warm and inviting. There were two new animals in my room (not that we have any animals yet) but there they were. The smallest goldfish I have ever seen. Dyan and Andrew picked them out at Walmart. We elected to name them Mulatto (one has black on it's fins), and tweed, slightly bigger than Mulatto. They are cute. We decided that it was time to clean off our "nov 3 is gonna be NIIIICE" slogan, and now there is a special christmas message for all to see. You'll have to stroll towards the girls dorm from college ave. I'm pretty sure you'll spot it. Enjoi & Goodnight.

Oh, I recently discovered that I dont want to be a republican or a democrat. I'm not sure where this leaves me. I am exploring my Indie options as far as parties go. Who needs a party anyways?

Then there is the whole school of thought (which I happen to believe in as well) that no party other than the republicans or the democrats will ever be elected, so I should just pick one and vote for them so that my vote will actually matter in the whole scheme of things. I'm not sure what I believe anymore. It is on my mind though. I'm tired of the whole stodgy republican approach, but democrats are too ADD for me. They mean well, but can never get organized enough to do anything. Well, I have a while to contemplate this still... until fall of 2007, right? I sure hope so.

Goodnight for reals.

an utter catastrophe

You may or may not have been aware of my vehicle situation. For those caught unaware, I will elaborate on my means of transportation.

In the summer of 2004, a black '96 Toyota Tercel came into my life via means of a large settlement check I received. We have been inseperable ever since. We've covered a lot of ground, driven to TN and back, spent summers carwashing in the shade (with a black car, it's too hot to wash in the sun), running over the occaisonal tumbleweed (still under my car btw.) and hitting the occaisonal cyclist. We've even had near death experiences such as driving in Portland on black ice.

Lately, my car has been winding down. Don't get me wrong, she still runs great. This past summer, I managed to rip a hole in my seat, and back under a tree, snapping off my antenna. Don't ask me how, I don't know. I purchased nice leather seat covers to cover the hole and protect it from further damage that might occur over the next few years that I drive my car. One evening, the girls and I were heading out for an exciting saturday night event. We were all dressed up. One girl was so excited that she accidentally snapped off my passenger door handle. The door can still be opened, but it requires a bit of skill. Today, months later, I snapped off my driver's side door handle. At least both sides of my car are now identical.

I need to find 2 door handles to replace those that are now broken. There seems to be a plethora of Tercels on the WWC campus. Maybe I'll just snag a couple of their door handles...or I could just switch cars with the other girl who owns the same car as me... now there's a thought!

A Shameless Review

A few of you may be aware of how excited I was that Borat came out in Walla Walla today. The excitement was soon replaced with sharp, excruciating waves of nausea upon viewing the hotel scene. If you have seen the film, you will know what I am talking about. I almost dont even want to look at men in the same way any more. Especially those of eastern european descent. I couldn't watch for a whole 10 minutes. the male nudity was so bad.

Coming from one who evangelized this film, this may seem a harsh rebuke. However, all male nudity aside, the film was rediculasly crass, but funny. Racial slurrs were interspersed amongst many an awkward social situation, and the theater was full of laughter. I had to catch myself a few times when laughing about a chocolate face/vanilla face joke. Other memorable parts were the extended table tennis scenes, the description of Borat's deseased wife, and frightened children running from an ice cream truck with a bear in it. The thing that takes the cake is in a scene close to the end, where Borat bags his bride-to-be, Pamela Anderson, at one of her book signings, and passes it off as being a Khazak tradition. Rediculous...

If you are okay with extreme male nudity, go ahead and watch this movie, but be warned. If you are faint at heart, but enjoy racial slurrs, awkward situations, and the sexist repression of women, also proceed with caution. If you have no moral objections to anything and absolutely no class whatsoever, by all means, be my guest in viewing this controvercial and seemingly plotless reality movie with no shame or regret.

If you have questions or comments or object completely... I'd love to hear about it.

Borat Bomb Threat

As many of you know, my roommate Dyan and I really like Borat. For those of you who dont know who/what Borat is, look him up on Youtube. We named our plants Borat, Natalia, and Tisché (if you read my last blog, you'd already know that).

This amazing movie is set to come out in theatres Nov. the 3rd. We were so excited that a few days ago, we wrote "Nov. 3. It's going to be NIIICE!" on our window in large white letters with window chalk. We were just announcing to the world that Borat was coming out soon.

I came back to my room tonight and Dyan informed me that we had to either add more of an explaination to our window, such as "movie fun" or we could clean the writing off our window. Apparently, girls had been worried, confused, stupid and asked the dean's and RA's what was going on on Nov. the 3rd. There were rumors of bomb threats even.
Our window was even brought up in tonite's RA meeting. Insane.

Easy people, you just need to be a little more aware of pop culture. It's not a bomb. Suggested ammendments to the window included: Borat Movie, Nov. 3, It's gonna be nice" or my personal favourite, "Bitch Please! It's a Movie!"

Earth Friendly

As some of you may know already, my room is green and brown and tan. It's a relaxing change from what my room was last school year. I'll be honest. I'm not a big purple fan. (apologies to my x... Roommate that is..) This year, things are better. My room makes me feel good. I recently made a rather extensive pillow/throw purchase to re-vamp my bed into a gorgeous day bed/lounge area. It's so hot.

I have mentioned in a previous blog that I would like to try my thumbs out on gardening. I took a big step tonite at 10:30. Yes, I hit up walmart and bought a rather handsome plant that turned out to be three small plants. Other items purchased include premium potting soil, and another pot.

I re-planted them on the picknic tables in front of the College Store. If you find to you dismay that there is a pile of dirt where you'd like to study, I'm sorry. It's dirt. It happens. Ah the smell of soil.. dusty and light. A great experience. Hopefully Tisché, Natalia and Borat survive. (dyan and I have named them already!!!) Stay tuned for photos.

Backstabber

Yes. I am a loser. I lost my I.D. card already. I know it is ONLY the second week of school. Some how I managed it. Oh well. I'll at least have a better picture, whereas my last one was me running with my mouth open past the camera on my way to buy books for my first class...I'd like to take the time to point out that it was not an attractive portrait of who I am at all. (Please see the MASK for a more attractive portrayal).

Losing my I.D. card means that I can't get into my room at all... so last night when I came home (aka dorm) at 2:30 a.m. I realized that I couldnt get in my room. I called front desk thinking that one of the deans (who was just there when I walked in) would come up and unlock my door.

Apparently not. I guess it was necessary to call my poor sleeping R.A. to unlock my door instead of taking the elevator one floor up. Shame. Oh well, I guess that's what you get for showing up the rest of us with your goody-tooshoed-ness and getting to be an R.A. I guess I'm either too much of a free spirit, or the deans just think I'm a badass. Whatever. I thought it would have been a decent way to earn some money out of my already sleep deprived nights.

One dean here in particular reminds me of ... a snake? She (ok, i'm getting real specific here with the gender, see if you can guess who...) can be so nice to your face, and then just turns around and stabs you in the back... kind of like what I'm doing to her right now... Ok... bad blog topic.

I apologize for any deans who may or may not have read this but are just offended in general with who I am. I'm sorry and goodmorning.