Gaza!

I am sad, angry, pissed, confused, and disappointed right now. The situation is Gaza is heartbreaking. There is no justification for what is going on there at all. The death toll is rising, and people do not have access to basic human necessities like health care and clean water. It is times like this where i question humanity. Where is the compassion and humanity in all of this. How can 300+ people be massacred and the media just prints it as retaliation. You do not need to massacre hundreds of people to get your points across. I pray for the people that have to live in this situation and hope that they can salvage some hope from this ordeal. This has gone on long enough. 

thanksgiving

it's turkey day today. i don't celebrate it, along with many other holidays. rather then stuff myself with turkey and casserole and revisit family from thanksgivings past, i will be sitting here, typing away because my teachers all decided to have me write 10 page papers for class. oh well, hopefully everyone gets to eat tonight. usually at this time i think of the homeless, i don't know why, maybe it is the fact that when they have movie clips, and t.v shows in which families are partaking in thanksgiving and it looks so cozy and warm. i just think about all the homeless people and their life stories, and their families, and what kind of circumstances got them there. it is really depressing to see homeless people and in the same country, you have people with 5 houses which each cost over a million dollars. well, time to get to write on my paper. 

friendships?

So, today one of my old friends got on the bus. We hadn't seen each other for over a year, and it was a really awkward encounter at best. We talked about school, and life but the whole time the conversation felt really distant. We told each other that we would keep in contact, even though we both knew that we weren't going to keep in touch.  All the could be expected was more random encounters and forced conversations. I don't why, but it seems like many of my "friends" drifted away. I was never the type to tell people my life story, it just never seemed right. As time goes on, i am becoming even more cynical about friendships. I see people back stab each other on a daily basis, and i am sick of the fake sugar-coated smiles and the meaningless conversations. I don't see how you can hate the person that you were hugging earlier that day. I guess it because girls and drama seem to go hand in hand so i tend to build a wall, not because i am afraid of being hurt, but because i don't feel like dealing with pointless drama. It's as though in many circles of friends, there are secrets that people tell one another, and later those secrets are used as ammunition. The funny thing about all of this is that i encounter more drama in college, then i did in high school. I guess that shows how "mature" people are.

Rantings

Ahhh! School. I feel like i have been in this weird dazed state for a while. There is so much information being thrown at me, that i don't have time to break it down and analyze it. It is starting to get irritating. I have a long list of terms to define, events to break down, and books to read. It is kind of funny because it is Mid-November and i like the fall, aside from the freaking wind, therefore my attention always shifts to the trees and the sky. The weird thing is that i love looking at the sky, sometimes i will just be walking and i will stop and just stare at the sky for a good five minutes--more on that later. Anyways, i feel like i have been too distracted and i just can't focus on school. My motivation is gone and there are days where i will just sleep for hours and do everything in my power to stop myself from doing schoolwork. Oh, college, how you bug me so. 

A couple days ago we we were discussing globalization in my class, and it was interesting to note that a majority of our clothes were made in South Asia or South America. Many of you are saying "duh" at this point, but what interested me isn't where the clothes were made, but the discussion that came from it. This one girl in our class stated that it was necessary for people to work at sweatshops in order to pave way for their country to become richer. I was baffled, and then she cited that people in the United States worked in sweatshops during the industrialization period. That was a poor comparison and i was really mad that she would justify the working conditions in sweatshops. Lets see how you feel when you work for 10 freakin cents an hour. Argh! 

I am bored right now, and my hand hurt. =[

Oh, any tips that you may have on concentrating, tell me!!

1st post

Hello All, 

I am new to the whole "blogging" thing, but I feel like it is something that will be beneficial. I won't have to sit and watch television until my eyes glaze over, rather i can just come online and rant about things. Well, that's about it. More to come soon.