"What do you mean women shouldn't vote?" and other questions I ask myself

I seriously need to stop thinking that I have seen/ heard it all. Every time I do, I run into something even more dumb than I could have possibly imagined. ESPECIALLY politically.

Let's recall the last few months of crazy stupidities involved with American politics:

1. "legitimate" rape

http://www.someecards.com/somewhat-topical-cards/todd-akin-legitimate-rape-senate-funny-ecard

2. Pregnancy begins 2 weeks before conception.

http://www.actclassy.com/2012/08/flowchart-friday-the-jan-brewer-pregnancy-test/

3. The American middle class earns between $200 and $250 thousand dollars. A year.

http://www.addictinginfo.org/2011/09/02/the-wealthy-dont-create-jobs-good-jobs-create-the-wealthy/

4. 47% of America isn't worth bothering about

http://chrispiascik.com/2012/09/the-47-of-america-romney-doesnt-care-about/




What could POSSIBLY be more ridiculous?

Today, an adult, extremely educated woman wrote " I actually am a woman and believe that 

trouble started when women started voting because they voted with compassionate hearts

 and did irreparable damage to this nation. "



WHAT THE HELL?

My mind= 

http://rceezwhatsup.blogspot.com/2011/04/every-nuclear-explosion-since-1945.html

Romney's Middle Class- I'm IMPOVERISHED

Just when I thought I couldn't want to vote Republican any less this November...


BAM! Romney and Ryan would like to get rid of Pell Grants for hundreds of thousands of students. I can't see the logic in making it even less affordable for students to study, especially when the United States already has an awful manner of funding its universities. I admire the many European countries that pay for students' university tuition so that school is free, no matter how many degrees they decide to peruse.

God bless America? 

So, just in case paying for school wasn't hard enough, lets make things just a bit more difficult. Great.

Also, according to Romney, the American middle class earns between $200 and $250 thousand dollars a year. By these standards, I and pretty much everyone that I know are impoverished! Welcome to a nation of underprivileged people- leave your sympathy at the door. You must not work hard enough.

*sigh*

Just to make sure I'm getting this straight...

Students like me are less likely to receive grants, which makes it harder to pay for school. If I can't go to school, it will be even more difficult to find a job. If I can't get a good job, it's obviously because I didn't try hard enough, so I will never fit into Romney's version of the middle class.

Also, for good measure- I plan on using Obamacare's birth control subsidies because it will be so much more affordable. 

Somewhere, Mitt Romney is shaking his head without knowing why...

Weird Roommate Thoughts

My roommate, Sam, and I share a kind of strangeness. We find weird things funny at the worst of times, and are probably the only people who consistently laugh at each others' jokes. Just to allow you a glimpse into the sort of craziness that goes on in our space, I am writing some typical comments and topics of conversation:

1. changes  mind about something said less than 2 minutes ago and says, "I would make a great Mitt Romney."

2."CLEARLY this has been organized by a man."

3."Well you're uncouth and so is your mother!" 

4. Sounds sexual! (talking about a history book for class)

5. College roommate agreement rule- "all disagreements will be settled by a wrestling match on the gigantic bean bag chair."

6. We have one rule in particular about our shower, and I can't write it online.

7. #trilingualproblems

8. We bet in a strange currency: cream soda.

9. I wonder what the three Republicans in Athens County are thinking right now?

10. You are making me look like a "lack-witted cur" as Sims Medieval would say.

Spectrum of Badass

I tend to think that there is a whole spectrum of badass- ness. To some people (for example, the Christian, right wing side of my group of friends and acquaintances) saying the word "badass" is badass. However, according to my more liberal friends with lots of worldly experience, I am -2% badass. I guess it's all about perspective. Just for fun, here is what does or does not make me a badass:


 - I ditched math class to motorcycle to the lake.
- Saving kissing until marriage seems archaic and unnecessarily difficult.
- College parties? Pssshhhhh. I was reading about the Iberian Visigoths. No, seriously.
- My school hands out condoms almost as much as they hand out pamphlets about groups you can join.
- I travel alone. Frequently.
- My free time is spent studying or complaining about my homework.
- I watch Game of Thrones
- I jumped into the ring of a bull fight. Funny story...
- I believe in short shorts. Especially when it is 8787945094845 degrees outside.
- When my host dad pastor jokingly said I wouldn't get married I just told him that I could "live in sin" with a boyfriend instead. He freaked out a little.
- The game "Never Have I Ever" doesn't reveal anything shocking about me.
-My sister made me make this blog and I did.

The Remote Gods

You are watching TV when some sort of abysmal commercial comes on, and all you want to do is blast that commercial into oblivion. You search around for that magic device that controls the unruly television, and it is nowhere to be found.

The remote gods have decided to take your remote away from you. You search in-between the couch cushions, under the cat, behind the couch, and make sure you didn't somehow forget that you have it in your hand.

Nope. It has gone missing. The remote control gods give and take away.

In anguish (despite the fact that the awful commercial has been over since you checked under the cat), you go to the fridge in the hopes of finding solace in ice cream or something. And there, magically, is your remote, between the milk and the odd looking salsa in a jar.


There is only one reasonable explanation for such an occurrence- you have angered the remote gods. I suggest you remember to offer a ritualistic sacrifice like watching the news and pretending to care once a month or so.

How My Career Path Has Changed

Dad: What do you want to be when you grow up?

Me (age 3): A taxi driver.

-----negated-------


Dad: You should be a doctor. Or a lawyer.

Me (age 5): *Blank stare*


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Dad: What do you want to be when you grow up?

Me (age 12): A teacher. Maybe English or something.

Dad: What about a lawyer or a doctor?

Me (still age 12): I don't like science.


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Dad (two weeks ago):  You should take the LSATs

Me: Fine.

Dad: Take a practice test

Me: Meh. But standardized tests are annoying.

Dad: Oooohhhhh! Take the LSATs, maybe you could do Latin American law...

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Wouldn't it be funny if I actually ended up becoming a lawyer? Or a taxi driver? Or a lawyer who drives clients to their doctor appointments?

The Walmart Dating Theory

On the list of sentences I hear often, "I am looking for a boyfriend/ girlfriend" is up there.

I always thought this was a funny statement. It's like losing a sock; you aren't going to find it if you are looking. You will, however, find your lost sock after you already bought more and are about to wash them.

Seriously though... how do socks do that?

I compare looking for a relationship to looking for a Walmart employee.

You know when you REALLY NEED to find something in Walmart (lets say a baby thermometer because it's obscure enough) and you can't find it anywhere? That's when you start looking for a Walmart employee so you don't have to run around the whole store to find the baby thermometer...

AND THERE IS NOT ONE EMPLOYEE TO BE FOUND.

No smiling Walmart employee in a blue shirt. Maybe a western movie-style tumbleweed roles by, but that's about it. You search around the nearest few aisles and run into an old classmate or two, but there is not a single Walmart employee in the area.

That's what looking for a relationship is like.

You look for someone to date, and all you find is tumbleweed rolling down the aisle. The more you want it, the harder you search, and the less rewarding your search is. The poor baby continues to be thermometer-less.

HOWEVER, not looking for a relationship is like wandering around Walmart because you are bored on a Thursday night. Even though you aren't looking for anything in particular and you're there just for the sake of being there, suddenly...

AROUND 7 WALMART EMPLOYEES find you and ask, "Can I help you with anything?" 

Just because you weren't looking for a Walmart employee, suddenly there is an abundance of workers bored on their shift or something.

That's how relationships seem to me. If you look for one- you find tumbleweed. If you don't look for one- relationships tend to find you. 

Or at least you find a lot of options- or maybe a missing sock or two...

Awkwardly Avoiding My Real Age

I'm a university sophomore who spends most of her time taking tough classes and hating her decision to take tough level classes. Well, and eating. Eating is awesome.

Anyways,

One strange aspect of being in high level classes is that I have been the youngest person in my class on a few occasions. During my first year, this was particularly odd as I had to try and pretend that I was not a first year/freshmen. Why? Because freshmen are FRESHMEN (just ask any high school or university student).

Does this face look older than 15 to you?


Inevitably, classmates ask where you live or what year you are. I was able to get away with vague answers such as "I'm a little young" and "I live in the area." SOMEHOW there is always that one person who figures out how old you are.

19? and in (insert tough class here)? yep.

It shouldn't be embarrassing, not really. Sometimes though, being the youngest makes me feel like I should have worn my Barbie backpack to school.

Despite being relatively young, I look younger than I am (due to a combo of high cheekbones and shortness of stature). Despite feeling slightly awkward about it now, I am happy.

Because?

In the future, when I am 40, I will hopefully look 30.