topic two

courtesy of woo!
“Write about crappy families that dont go see their mom when shes having surgury :(“

my mom’s and my dad’s sides of their families are like two flip-sides of a coin. one is like this, and the other is the complete opposite.

when my uncle squire was dying (who is my dad’s brother), my immediate family went down to rochester to spend the last few days with him. when we arrived at the hospital and for the next two days, we did not see ANY of our cousins, only my one aunt and uncle (the other aunt has parkinson’s and seriously couldn’t have made the half-hour trip). we spent the majority of our time at the hospital, and no one showed up!

i had to go back to st cloud, but the rest of my family stayed, and on the day he died, i guess a couple of my cousins and their kids showed up, but not all of them. my uncle had no wife, no kids, so we were the only family he had. some of them couldn’t even be bothered to show up, call, or do anything? i don’t understand why, but then, i don’t underss pretty much a closed book. they don’t tell people a lot of things, they’re pretty closed-mouthed about their emotions and personal issues. while my mom’s side lets it all hang out.

all this to say, people who don’t visit loved ones who are sick, or at least send a card or flowers if they’re far away, suck!


i was stupid today and didn’t wear my winter jacket. it’s been awful all day, and i’m about to curse this state and move to arizona.

i hate being cold.

topic one (courtesy of tonto): “write about…..terrorists….. not islamic wacko’s, but, american terrorists, the people who spread terror by being scared… who’ve let 9/11 change thier lives,”

i rant about this every 9/11 anniversary, and i’m glad i’m not the only who thinks this. not only patriotic scardies, but fundie religious scardies. doomsday predictors are all over the place, myself one of them sometimes. (have you seen the stats? mayan end of time, st. malachy prediction, and a possible asteroid in earth’s path, all around the year 2012? but enough of my mayhem-causing, onward.)

but this is crazy. people who have let 9/11 change their lives and are scared to go out and overseas have already let the terrorists win. that’s what they want, people! anything that limits americans’ freedoms have basically said, “ok, we’re going to roll over and let the terrorists give it to us.” patriot act being one of them (in my opinion).

FREEDOM OF SPEECH is the main tenet of the united states. without this, our country is no better than china or iraq where they limit the communication that goes on inside the country. FREEDOM OF SPEECH is what this country is built on. and when people are afraid to look up terrorism on google or buy a copy of “Catcher in the Rye” from the bookstore for fear of being put on a government list, then this country has some issues to sort out. kudos to those people who are not afraid and do things as they did pre-attacks, without care of being on a government watch list. they are the true heroes.

“dissent is the highest form of patriotism.” – thomas jefferson

thought for the day

there are a lot of international students in my classes this semester. seriously, i am one of about 5 white people in both my classes of 20. all of these students have difficulty with the english language, some worse than others. they apologize for their accents and make sure we can understand them (can you imagine being from india and having to listen to people from china talk in stilted english? oy).

now, what i would like to know is if teachers take this language deficiency into account when grading papers, or if they grade the papers like they were grading a paper written by me. do international students get a “handicap” so to speak on their papers?

now that thought of the day is done, hear this!

i need ideas. tell me to write about something. it can be anything. ask me to write aboutmy view outside my window, what i remember from age 7, my cat’s breath, whatever! i need some inspiration.


know what i hate most about Wow?

“are you done yet?”


three hours later….

“are you done yet?”


(watch tv, look at the cat, brush teeth, go to sleep)

2 a.m….

“i’m done!”



i dont’ care how dilapidated or ugly a campus is, there is nothing that comes close to the feeling of walking through a college or university campus in the fall. the sun is out, it’s chilly enough to need a light jacket, leaves rustle under your feet, and all you here is the wind rushing through deadened leaves on the tree.