O Fortune, variable as the moon, always dost thou wax and wane. Detestable life, first dost thou mistreat us, and then, whimsically, thou heedest our desires. As the sun melts the ice, so dost thou dissolve both poverty and power.
This was featured on Dancing with the Stars this evening. I haven’t heard it in so long; it just brought back a flood of memories from my early college days at University of Arizona. I never knew what the lyrics were to the song that used to make us all crazy. Now that I understand what the song is actually about, I think it fits well. I miss all those guys I used to party with. I wonder what you’re all up to now. Hope you’re doing well.
Whitney’s televised funeral was earlier this morning, and I’m sure there were millions of viewers. For whatever reason we are a society that seems to idolise celebrities, even though they don’t really do anything that special. Think of the millions of Michael Jackson fans (myself included) that were transfixed by the non-stop coverage after his death. If you say something bad about Beyonce to one of her fans, they call you a hater and they want to punch you in the face. On the flip side of the coin, these same people will deny that they idolise anybody. As one girl I know put it, “I just respect Beyonce.” Respect her? How, when you have never met her. At any rate, regarding Whitney Houston, there was quite the buzz on whether or not Bobby Brown would attend her funeral, and one person put it like this:
“Who cares, we have soldiers over in Afghanistan and other places fighting for our freedom and rights that die everyday. Do we see the soldiers get this special treatment? No! They deserve flags being half-staff and the publicity these addict celebrities get! Get over it already it makes me sick that the media makes a big deal about when a celebrity has passed and now the state of New Jersey will be flying the flag at half-staff for this addict … Our real heroes are our soldiers that sacrifice so much to fight in war for us.”
-Danielle Slaven Conley
As much as I love some Whitney (pre-crackhead Whitney) I agree with Conley. Flying the flag at half-staff because a singer died. Much celebrated as she is, she’s still just a singer and hasn’t done anything particularly special to deserve that sort of treatment.
It’s just something to think about, this level of love we give to people we don’t even know.
There are those that cannot bear a party of happiness. Some people are so used to being miserable and unhappy that they wouldn’t know what to do with cheer if it came up and slapped them on the face.
In case you didn’t notice life sucks in general, and there’s nothing for it but to move on and make do with what you’ve got. Wallowing in self-pity and unhappiness never did anybody any good and it certainly doesn’t result in one’s hopes and dreams. I’ve got this friend that seems to enjoy being miserable and gloomy, and here all along I thought I was the emo one. No, that is not precisely right. I am never unhappy; I am just frank and pessimistic. I deal only in the realities of life and don’t waste a lot of time wishing and hoping for things. I don’t like to cry about things that I cannot change because it is waste of time and afterward all I have to show for it is a red face and scratchy contacts.
I wish my friend (actually there are two of them)–I wish my friends would buck up a little more. I do so tire of hearing their whining and complaining. Whining and complaining is fine as all that, but if you don’t really do anything to change the situation you’re in, then whining and complaining doesn’t really do anything. I do my best to cheer my one friend up but it’s like she purposely chases sunny skies away.
Sometimes I just want to shake her until her teeth fall out and say, “Look, you’re on your own. Get a fucking life.” But then, that is precisely what she’d expects because in her world it always rains on her parades.
So apparently they are not playing. I said I wasn’t going to be depressed anymore about this, but then I just spoke to someone and it’s not a game anymore, 2010.
I thought they were going to give us an opportunity to meet the standard, but they have already decided that some people just need to go to Fat Camp anyway without even getting a chance. I guess their reasoning is that they failed all last year so might as well, but my thing is that it was last year. This is a whole new year, or whatever. So you should not bring with you last year’s drama.
That is my method of thinking, but I guess I’m thinking logically again. You stop that, Specialist. That’s not the army way.
Now I’m stressed again. They haven’t said anything to me, but this just highlights the gravity of the situation. I have never felt so much pressure to be a certain way. Why can’t we just be happy with ourselves?
This is exactly why you should strike while the iron is hot. Stop putting off till tomorrow what you can do today. I spent all this time bullshitting, thinking I had all the time in the world, when really I don’t. Shit needs to be taken care of now. I do this all the time. Procrastinate. Wait till the last minute. Now I’m in an intolerable situation.
I let two opportunities slip through my fingers because I’m over here bullshitting. Now it’s getting down to the wire and it’s costing me more in time, money and effort. I’m also stressed and frustrated, and I hate being stressed and frustrated. It upsets my balance. *le sigh*
Two weekends ago I had a smallish barbecue over my house. It was the usual fare: chicken, steaks, whatever. We bought one of those gigantic steaks, like the ones for London broil. Anyway, it came out a little tough and my friend said that he would cut it before we served it. I only have two knives (not like dinner knives or steak knives) and I said they were both really, really dull. I do have a knife sharpener, I just never get around to sharpening them. It takes time to do them properly.
He told me I should sharpen them. “I’ll get right on it,” I promised, but I never sharpened the knives. Since I’m not sawing large chunks of meat on a daily basis, I don’t really care.
So anyway, last night, I’m slicing onions for an omelet. Yes, I’m using my dull ass blade, but for some reason I got distracted. I don’t know what happened but the knife slipped and it sliced right across my hand. To be such a dull ass blade, it sure did cut quite deeply. Now, if that knife had been properly sharpened, I might have sliced my entire finger right off!
And you know what finger it is? It’s my middle finger! I need that finger.
I’m sitting at my desk and I get this overwhelming sweet tooth. I decide that I would like to have myself an ice cream bar. I go downstairs to our little cafeteria thingie. Oh, they don’t sell ice cream bars. They only sell nasty soft serve ice cream. I look around for something to satisfy my sweet tooth. I find nothing I’m interested in. Then I remember that there are a rack of vending machines on the second floor and one of them is refrigerated! It is bound to sell ice cream bars.
I get up there, and yes, there is a refrigerated vending machine. It doesn’t sell ice cream bars. IT SELLS MILK. Ugh. Fine, I guess I’ll get a candy bar. I don’t really like candy bars because I find the chocolate to be sub-standard. I prefer to eat high quality Belgian or Swiss chocolates, but of course I’m not finding that in a vending machine. My eye falls on a Rice Krispie Treat. I like these. It’s not chocolate, and neither is it ice cream, but it’ll do.
I dig in my pocket to get some money.
I have 67 cents in change. The Rice Krispie Treat is 75 cents. There is a bill changer next to the machine. I dig in my pocket again and pull out three five dollar bills. The machine only changes dollars.
Oh my God.
All I wanted was an ice cream bar. I mean, seriously. Why is everything always so difficult?