Monday, October 23, 2006

I Hate People and Why

I was at the NMSU-Hawaii football game today and I sat in the student section. Usually I don't sit in the student section because I do not like frats. The whole scene annoys me. You know, drunken idiots who know nothing about football and don't know how to act at a game (you don't yell the whole time, for example, when our offense has a third down), people whose uniform of too-small-for-an-infant shirts, torn jeans and shaggy or spiky hair make them look like as stupid as they sound. And, on top of me not liking them already, they boo the Pride. Their own school marching band. It wasn't everyone, but it was enough people for me to notice (I would estimate fourty-seven people) There are numerous reasons this pissed me off. First, my brother is in the band and I don't want people to boo him. Second, they are pretty good (I mean, I could see booing a band that sucks). Third, it's your own damn school you stupid jackasses. I should have told them to shut their damn mouths and I would have (and in not as nice of words), but I didn't want to look like a psycho in front of the people I was with (like that matters). That disappointed me after I got home. I should have stood up and said something, but I didn't. So, really, I shouldn't say anything after the fact because I didn't say anything to their stupid, stupid faces. Man, I feel like a bitch. Damnit! I just wanted to get that off of my chest.
 

Sunday, October 22, 2006

This was actually printed in Housekeeping Monthly May 13, 1955.

The good wife's guide
Have dinner ready. Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal ready, on time for his return. This is a way of letting him know that you have been thinking about him and are concerned about his needs. Most men are hungry when they come home and the prospect of a good meal (especially his favourite dish) is part of the warm welcome needed.

Prepare yourself. Take 15 minutes to rest so you'll be refreshed when he arrives. Touch up your make-up, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh-looking. He has just been with a lot of work-weary people.

Be a little gay and a little more interesting for him. His boring day may need a lift and one of your duties is to provide it.

Clear away the clutter. Make one last trip through the main part of the house just before your husband arrives.
Gather up schoolbooks, toys, paper etc and then run a dustcloth over the tables.

Over the cooler months of the year you should prepare and light a fire for him to unwind by. Your husband will feel he has reached a haven of rest and order, and it will give you a lift too. After all, catering for his comfort will provide you with immense personal satisfaction.

Prepare the children. Take a few minutes to wash the children's hands and faces (if they are small), comb their hair and, if necessary, change their clothes. They are little treasures and he would like to see them playing their part. Minimise all noise. At the time of his arrival, eliminate all the noise of the washer, dryer or vacuum. Try to encourage the children to be quiet.

Be happy to see him.

Greet him with a warm smile and show sincerity in your desire to please him.

Listen to him. You may have a dozen important things to tell him, but the moment of his arrival is not the time. Let him talk first -- remember, his topics of conversation are more important than yours.

Make the evening his. Never comlain if he comes home late or goes out to dinner, or other places of entertainment without you. Instead, try to understand his world of strain and pressure and his very real need to be at home and relax.

Your goal: Try to make sure your home is a place of peace, order and tranquillity where your husband can renew himself in body and spirit.

Don't greet him with complaints and problems.

Don't complain if he's late for dinner or even if he stays out all night. Count this as minor compared to what he might have gone through that day.

Make him comfortable. Have him lean back in a comfortable chair or have him lie down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for him.

Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in a low, soothing and pleasant voice.

Don't ask questions about his actions or question his judgement or integrity. Remember, he is the master of the house and as such will always exercise his will fairness and truthfulness. You have no right to question him.

A good wife always knows her place.


Sunday, October 15, 2006

Too Much Thinking for One Day

I was supposed to be doing some homework for a sociology class last week when I asked my brother what he thought about some question. We ended up arguing for what seemed a couple of hours about the way people define the world. Pretty heavy stuff, right?

The arguements consisted of the wrong idea (my brother's) and the right one (mine). He said everyone is different and I said everyone is the same. What he disagreed on was the importance of the scope of our evaluations. While, of course, no two people are genetically the same, I fought for the position that because we can all make decisions, we can all come to the same conclusions about the humanity. Okay. That is to say people try to survive. It's just something we all do, naturally. Therefore, since everyone wants to survive, we should all be making decisions that work towards that end.

(Don't ask me how we got into this) Quite simply, the whole peace movement/ idea of the sixties is possible because we all want to survive. I can't remember if it was after the Beatles broke up or at the end of their lifespan, John Lennon (not personally, I'm sure he paid people) put up billboards aroung the country reading, "War Is Over If You Want It." That is what I'm trying to say. No, not "Give peace a chance," just that we should be struggling to get to that point.

Nothing happens overnight. Human progress happens in surges followed by temporary relapses that go only half of the way back. Then the next surge sets a new high. It's like the stock market (just not as meaningless and artificial). I think people have forgotten that or just have become so cynical that they no longer have the heart to fight back against the "man's" use of the military machine (it's not even the military itself, so much, but the people in power who use the military to engage other leaders who they never have to see) to promote death.

This cynicism is sad. In one of my history classes, we had a speaker who had been at Kent State during one of the most famous clashes of the sixties (for all you kids who don't read, the Neil Young song "Ohio" is about it...and pick up a book). This man had been part of a, as he described it, radical organization at Kent State. At the end of his talk someone asked him why students today don't protest and form organizations as in the past. It was sort of sad to see the look in his eyes, he seemed to want to go back to trying to change the world, but, because of age and the apathy of everyone else, it was almost impossible.

This has gone on long enough so I'll try to say this. "Apathy isn't it, so flower power didn't work. We'll try again." So said John Lennon at a concert in the seventies. But for us to try again we actually have to try. That doesn't mean you have to start some radical organization, but when someone says they want to change the world don't laugh or think they're crazy. It can happen. We just have to push for it. Then when we're gone and myspace is gone and the Playstation 43 is out, then we might achieve what has been attempted for so long.

And go Aggies (Sunday night against Boise State on ESPN).

I Need to Be the Leader

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So the flag football team I'm on was destroyed again today. Real great. The other team laughed us off the field. I'm not kidding. They were laughing on the sideline. I hate that. My whole life I've tried not to be laughed at and it's done more bad than good I figure. So, I've decided to take an active role as the leader and yell at people. I can't take being laughed at again. I'm not very good at sports generally, but I can make people do what I want them to. I take power very well because (I think) I don't abuse it. I would be a good dictator. That's right. I try to please everyone, so even if I had all the power in the world I think I would be a good dictator. Not very many people have seen me take charge of things, but I will starting tomorrow. People should take charge of their life. Unless it butts heads with me. Then let me win. Let's see. What else.

At work everything is cool. The people are real nice and seem to like me (unless they are plotting behind my back, it could happen because I can't see too well behind my back...if you see anyone behind my back could you please inform me?). But everyone seems to work more than me (and that's before my computer broke). My job is very easy and I'm not even that good at it, meanwhile, everyone seems to be doing a great job. So I try to volunteer for every manual labor job at the station. I've carried so many p.a.'s this semseter...  I'm just trying to keep up.

Oh, Anchor Blue is dead to me. I went there because I tore my favorite pair of jeans playing basketball and sliding on the floor. Those jeans were comfortable and really made my butt look good (that's right, I don't really like the way I look, but I like my butt...it is very underrated). The problem is Anchor Blue has completly sold out to that American Eagle style of old looking clothes that pisses me off. I cannot buy jeans that are torn and faded to begin with. I hate that look and the people who wear it (exageration). I now have to change brands, something I don't like to do. Not that anybody cares. If anyone has any pull in the fashion thing, destroy this trend of crappy clothing. Make new clothes look new. It's okay if old clothes looks old, that's what happens. But why would anyone pay money for...okay I'll stop now.

C'mon who agrees with me?

I'd guess no one.

Oh well. Hopefully nobody else thinks too deeply about such stupid things (and don't think I don't have pages and pages more of stupid observations and gripes with people and things to write...because I do...so there).
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