Orly.

So apparently Connecticut is planning to put the American flag at half-mast for Whitney Houston's death.

My first reaction: what.

Why are we lowering our flag for a pop star? It doesn't make sense to me.

My second reaction: WHAT.

So, in a time of conflict, tons of people are risking their lives for this country, and we are "honoring" a pop star.

My third reaction: aSFDHKLDSHFAK.

So, in addition to this not making sense, and the fact that we are honoring the life of a fucking POP star, our government is spending time debating whether they are going to lower a fucking flag or not INSTEAD of trying to come up with ways to fix our government?

Idiots.

That's what they are.

My conclusion is that if we are going to honor the death of a pop star, who may have been a perfectly fine influence to MANY other musicians and pop stars out there, we might as well honor the deaths of everyone in the world. Its a bit of a slap to the face when your government decides that it is perfectly okay to lower a national symbol to a pop star who had no influence to the world around her, other than the musical world.
I mean, I'm a little biased. I might be coming off as stupid or something... but unless someone can convince me that she deserves to have a flag lowered for her, then maybe I'll change my opinion.


On a completely different note, my tummy has been upset since Saturday (2/11). It won't stop getting upset; its a little disconcerting. I know I don't have a stomach bug because this has happened before, but it lasted for two weeks.

I'm going to tread lightly and continue drinking a lot of fluids.

I also bought a new sweater today because it was cold and rainy... and I was cold.


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Oh, so a new idea that came into mind today as I was eating dinner.

Maybe the guy I like/made out with is sick. And maybe that's why it was a maybe.

I don't know.

Meh.

I'm not venting today!

But instead just going on about how I'm going to make a short coming about my love life.

I got this really interesting idea while attending a concert tonight... I think I might actually start it.

For the hell of it.


Look look! I updated my page again! At least the layout of it.

I have no stories that are worth sharing tonight.

I will also conclude this lame excuse for an update with a message from our sponsors:


You may regret what you've done in the past, but its at least helped you grow. (Right?)

Ohohoho, look? More venting!

Is it really a bad thing to become attached to someone after kissing them once?

Is it also a bad thing to absolutely hate them at the same time for telling you that they want to live the college experience first, and that being single on Valentine's Day totally sucks, even though he told you that he's willing to try things out with you?
Or even better, that when you ask him to go to dinner with you, and he gives you a maybe, and then you tell him to get back to you when he has a definite answer, that you end up getting totally pissed that he claims that he has no one?

Fuck man, I invited you to dinner, mostly because you still wanted to treat things like a pre-date state.  Maybe it was my fault for making it sound like a casual meet. I don't know.

But congrats, man, you made it onto my blog. It takes a lot to do that.

But the next time you make out with a girl, hold her hand, and then kiss her goodnight, you might want to think twice. Or maybe when you grow up a bit, then you can come back to me.

Maybe I'll give you a burned waffle the next time I see you at my waffle station.

... no, I'm not that mean. I'll just treat you like every other student I've met.



Anyways, this rant today is brought to you by the word: Confusion.

Because fuck, I'm confused.

Sponsored by: Over it.

Eh, as weird as it sounds, I'm not going to let this get in my way. I might try again, but I don't want to end up getting fucking used again by some asshole who thinks he can walk all over me. I'll see what happens if I invite him to a party; if he agrees then I have two things to think about. If he denies, then he's clearly not interested.

But hey, I still have that other guy I'm interested in. Its a matter of trying to get to talk to him without sounding like a complete idiot in front of him. (i.e. "Are you going to get food without a plate?" (said at the dining hall as he was peeking to see what was for the main dish) or something that involved a bathroom as he was waiting in line...)

Seems ironic that I'm complaining about guys on Valentine's day, doesn't it? Well, really, it has nothing to do with that. See, my thing about this so called "day for lovers" is that its completely commercialized. I mean, most of my belief might come from the fact that I've always been single on this "holiday", but still.
Whether or not I will be single on this day, it doesn't matter. This ONE day shouldn't be the day to show so much affection towards your significant other. Shouldn't we always do that? Everyday? Why does this one day mean so much. What is so freaking important about today?

What ever, this is my perspective on it.

In other words: My conclusion? Its just been another day. It has been no different than the other days of the year so far, nor does it have any impact on the rest of the year. At least for me. So while people are complaining of being single or snogging the faces of their partners off, I will continue to be myself and not worry about the small things in life.


Now if you don't mind, I'm going back to play some bejeweled on Facebook because I can, and I'm super awesome at it. For now.