I feel like my blog is slowing down, pathetically, already. Nothing exciting has gone down these past few days :( I'm still miffed at my brother. Still haven't talked to a supposed friend. Still don't know if I'm in her wedding. Still miss everyone ridiculously too much. Still need to pay off my debts (and still haven't started my PF blog).

So for something fun to look at...


SURPRISE! That isn't the "real" inauguration!

It's LEGOS!!!!!!

I'm easily entertained.

"Here's the thing when it comes to different social and political issues. Your personal beliefs are hindering my ideal society. You take abortion and make it into your moral issue, it is anything but, its a choice for her alone, get the fuck out of her business. You still dwell on 9/11 and revenge. So someone in your family was "murdered" and you want Gitmo to remain open. Despite the constitution which states the natural laws which we "all" are entitled too. Do you even know the Bill of Rights? Forgive those who trespass on you you bigot. You think not being in Iraq counts as a loss. What the hell is it with Americans and losing? Losing, we've already lost. About $7.4 million an hour. You have screwed your and my future children for life. We want to make America strong. Wanna make it strong, build new schools, hire better teachers, help impoverished cities, invest in stem cell research, ect. it is so obvious. We can't continue this level of consumption. Why can't you see this? You might be fundie. In which case don't talk to me. I relish your individualism but I hate you when your with your pals. Think for yourself fascist. Around 11% of your countrymen, Americas children, our brothers and sisters go to bed hungry every night. Lets focus our resources in other directions. Make a stranger smile today. Breath. Being a productive member of society is more than going to your job, paying your taxes, then cracking a beer while you watch the new season of 24, or Real World. That's your world, not the real world. It is small, uninteresting, boring, and hopeless.... A F-150 pickup / assault rife is no substitute for a small prick you prick. Don't even get me started on your failed drug policies. Ron Paul, sorry to say had it right on the Robert Downey Jr. Show. Helicopter parents, STOP!!! sheltering your children. You can't get back your innocence but the world is anything but innocent. Let them learn that....."
-Nick Faccini, classmate at GVSU

Minus being angry, I mostly share in the sentiment. I'm over all of the nay-sayers (the few that are trying to bring people down from yesterdays high). Yesterday was a country of happiness. People from all over the world were coming HERE to share in this celebration saying that they're JEALOUS of NOT being an American! So shut your asses and keep your pessimism to yourself for a little while. We had 8 years to get that pissed at Bush, and with reason. Maybe Obama isn't going to fix anything, but I can't see it getting any worse. He's a good person, and for that alone, I trust his judgment.

Maybe all for the day? Who knows.

I WANNA MARRY BARRY!

I love me some Barack Obama!

He's just wonderful. He's *OFFICIALLY* President of the United States - and I've literally never felt more excited, patriotic, or just plain proud of our country. I was in tears watching him being sworn in, and just seeing him standing there with his beautiful family is just enough to make your heart burst.

Today is a good day, America. Bravo.

The benefits and irritations of being tall.

Benefit: You can reach products placed on the top shelf with ease.
Irritation: You have random strangers tap your shoulder to help them grab products place on the top shelf.

Benefit: You can see above others in a crowd.
Irritation: People behind you are PISSED and tell you to "crouch down."

Benefit: You're tall! You got the gene that didn't make you a short person!
Irritation: Your whole life you hear, "MY GOD YOU'RE TALL," or some variation thereof.

Benefit: Being tall makes you look slender.
Irritation: Being tall means you will never, ever have clothes that actually fit you the way they were meant to fit by the designer. And it'll take you at least 2x as long to find them, and 4x as much if you want anything lengthened.

Benefit: You could ride roller coasters when you were practically just out of the womb.
Irritation: A whole new element of terror comes into play while riding Space Mountain, Millennium Force, or the like, thinking that you are too tall, the lap bar isn't adequately locked in due to how far your knees are folded and shoved into your chest, and you think your neck will be severed like the last day of a chicken in a chicken factory (ew.).

Benefit: You can see above the steering wheel.
Irritation: No car made anywhere in the world really comfortably fits anybody in the 6 ft+ range. No matter what the commercials tell you, your head will always brush the roof of the interior or worse. And the "seat back" position no longer is a "pimped style" seating position, it's simply the position the seat must be placed in order for you to have knee room and enough space between the wheel and your chest so that in the off-chance that some freak accident should occur, your body won't be blown through the back seat by a "life saving air bag deployment system."

Benefit: You're a tall female.
Irritation: You're a tall female - leaving you with approximately 15% of the gene pool to choose from when it comes to picking a life partner, unless you're comfortable with feeling like you're making someone else your bitch.

oh yeah, baby. You know you want a hunk of THIS.

Like I said. There's a lot of irritations and hinderances that come along with being TALL. And I'm not even that tall when you really think about it. Oh well. Such is life.

SCRABBLE made me do it

I missed a post for yesterday, DAMMIT.

We were gone all day long, and then we had Dan and Maureen over to play Scrabble and hang out, and the clock ticked midnight before I had a post.

Really we just ran around all day looking at rental houses (found a perfect one, lost the perfect one) and eating at 5GBNF (5 Guys Burgers And Fries, I shortened it).

Nothing more.

Nothing funny from me this morning, I'm still waking up.

More later?