Tuesday, November 28, 2006

6 Things I Would Love To Say To Kristen

  • I do not care about your problems. Just because I'm in Peer Leadership does not mean I want to hear about your cousin breaking her spine.
  • I do not have time for whinning, pathetic liars. Get a life. Go away.
  • Most of the time, when you talk, I don't really listen.
  • Putting up with you does not mean that I am your friend.
  • When I hit the ping pong ball over your head, it means I'm trying to distract you from talking. Take a hint.
  • When I go through long periods of time without speaking, I'm invisioning shooting you with a taser gun.

Day Dreaming About Slapping People- Viola

Saturday, November 25, 2006

Viola The Pessimist

I am a very negative person. I’m the first to admit that I am a pessimist (hence the title). However, in my defense, look at the world today. How can you not be a pessimist? It’s fairly obvious that we are losing Iraq. Headline: Insurgents Gun Down 21 in Iraqi Village. Everyday the headline read 21 killed, 30 killed, 200 killed. More and more people are dying and we are listening to a man who wants to stay the course and thinks that everyone hates us because of our freedom. No, they hate us because of the president. The truth, the sad truth, is that our country is in the pits. There is no longer a government for the people elected by the people. We have a mass voting scam, Republicans that are only for rich, white people and Democrats who are no longer what any sane person would consider liberal. Our Democrats are the new Republicans. Face the facts. In today’s world, it’s better to be a pessimist because it seems that pessimists really see what is going on.

Pessimistically Yours-Viola

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Life Bites

The one thing I did not want was a corny blog topicthat let everyone know how hard my life has been or how I had an epiphany one day about how to change my social status. In truth you probably see hundreds of essays like that. Also, I have never had an epiphany about how to change my social status so that blog would have been a lie. Sure, my life has been hard but who has had an easy life? While not many of these people with hard lives have ever lived in an apartment building that housed a group of bank robbers and a guy addicted to angel dust, these people with their hard and cruel lives share one thing. They share the ability to have at least one hardship that out does everyone else’s. For example, if you were to tell someone that you fell and broke your leg last summer and had to cancel your tour of Europe, I could guarantee that this person could muster up this horrible memory and say something like, “My mother broke her neck and died in Europe. Italy to be exact.” This would, of course make you feel like a horrible person. You would think, “Here I am, complaining about my poor leg and my ruined trip while this person is suffering from the worst form of grief.” However, you would never tell this person how sorry you were to hear this. Instead, you think of something horrible that could have happened but didn’t and you would say, “Yes, well, both my parents were in a fatal hang gliding accident in Italy. They crashed into the Vatican and were shot by the Vatican guards.” Soon, you and this person are entered into this sort of race to see which person has had the worst life. Tragedy after tragedy you try to outdo one another. After a while, neither of you will be able to remember what tragedies were real. The point is that everyone rich, poor, black, or white wants to moan and complain about how awful their lives really are. Is life really that awful that we have to tell near strangers that our pets have passed on or that our dear Aunt Bessie has been diagnosed with lung cancer? Do we really need to tell anyone that will listen that our lives suck and when they respond must we try to out tragedy them? Let’s all face it shall we? Life is not that bad. Life could be worse. You could have been hit by a bus.

If, at the end of this, you said to yourself, “I was hit by a bus once,” or anything similar to this, then you obviously did not get the point.

Dealing With Reality- Viola

Rant On

There she goes, she thinks she’s so punk rock ‘cause she listens to the clash, dumping poor sad little boys because boredom made her do it, boredom, ha!, she’s bored with life, she’s over full time education, she’s sick of nerds, she’s tired of chemistry, algebra is slowly killing her, she needs a haircut and a box of pink hair dye, unlimited funding wouldn’t hurt either. As a matter of fact she secretly wants to slap people so they can get a glimpse of reality, she wants a boyfriend just to prove that she can get one and she’s in love with a guy who doesn’t even know that she exists. Life can’t just be endless equations of homework and brownbag lunches. It can’t just be school and jobs. What’s the point of living if it’s all so structured? She’s not a good poet, she can’t do math, she’s not fluent in French, she can’t dance, her singing voice is awful, she’s ugly, she has bad teeth and she is literally suffocating under the endless pressure that she sets for herself. She is absolutely terrified of being a failure. She can’t spell and she has no people skills. She’s boring and bland and rude and worst of all she can’t muster up the energy to care. People just ask ask ask and lay their problems on her. They talk and talk and talk and never realize that she’s not actually listening. Act this way. Be like this, Do this, Aspire to this. SHUT UP!!! She has a soundtrack playing in her head and oh by the way she was abducted by aliens…maybe…it seems like she was. The relentless hounding won’t stop until she screams uncle. “Uncle!” Hounding still happening. Guess that was a lie. She lies…a lot. Who doesn’t? everyone tells themselves lies…she just says her lies out loud.

Forever Ranting in Her Thoughts- Viola