Osama Bin Laden is dead, obviously. I was sitting in the library looking for a reason to escape, and I guess I got it when I was frantically checking twitter and I saw the tweet from CNN. Not gonna lie, my first response was to quickly come up with a sassy facebook status and tweet about the event, as I always do with these kind of things. But then I realized that this was more significant than the world blowing up facebook with a bunch of "who dat" or "omg can I please be Kate Middleton" statuses. Not that I don't love the saints and occasionally wish that I had the life of my bff Kate, but this is a bigger issue.
See, one of our biggest problems in this country is that we aren't very good at supporting each other. When Obama was elected, people frantically said they were moving to Canada or Australia or someplace dumb. He was elected, and as Americans it was our job to stand behind him. It's all about seeing the greater good for our country. Then, our government almost shuts down because we can't practice a simple form of bipartisanship? This is not the sole fault of our elected leaders, because even on a daily basis, we don't practice bipartisanship.
So tonight when everyone is rejoicing and chanting "USA", "USA", I couldn't help to think of all the great things we could chant "USA" to on a daily basis. God has blessed every American in so many ways, and He has allowed us to be the hands and feet of making a difference in the world. Does it really take a strong mutual hatred from every American for us to see that our country is truly something to be proud of? Apparently, yes. It's fine to chant "USA" outside the White House and all, because this is a major victory for our country. But why don't we support our country this way every day? Why don't we defend America when it counts?
We criticize the citizens of other countries when they publicly celebrate the downfall or wrongdoings of our leaders, yet here we are doing the same thing. America has lost so many honorable men and women in this war to protect our national security, and we should celebrate their accomplishments every day, not just when capture and kill Osama Bin Laden.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Life Skills Needed
So, apparently taking one summer class is no excuse for not being employed. And here I thought it was. Much to my surprise, no one is looking for employees that are catchphrase-champion-e-news-in-walking-form-chelsea- handler-prodigy's. Who knew? Simply put, I have all the skills of chelsea handler/ryan seacrest/kim kardashian, minus their super successful careers. This is going to be rough. Oh, but don't worry. I am qualified to pull a drowning child out of a pool. That trumps Kim K's skill set any day.
Since my school was feeling a little generous this year, they decided to just put mardi gras and spring break together. Oh, what a great idea! Oh, False! Result: being robbed (or nabbed as my mom would say) of extra days for mardi gras and having spring break at the same time as no one but my dog (spring break is her whole life). Now, here is a list of things I have done since I have been in Gulfport:
1. (insert cricket noise here)
2. (insert picture of tumbleweed blowing through a ghost town here)
Well, that sums up all the cool things I have done. Oh yeah, I almost applied for internships at e! and the white house. Versatility at it's finest. But that would have taken a long time, and I am lazy. If I want to work somewhere I need to know they really want me with all my skills i.e. it would take chelsea or the president showing up at my door to get me a job.
Sorry I stalk myself on facebook so much. Sorry I post pictures to people's walls and comment belligerently in the process. If you read this, you know I have no life, so that's my excuse.
Since my school was feeling a little generous this year, they decided to just put mardi gras and spring break together. Oh, what a great idea! Oh, False! Result: being robbed (or nabbed as my mom would say) of extra days for mardi gras and having spring break at the same time as no one but my dog (spring break is her whole life). Now, here is a list of things I have done since I have been in Gulfport:
1. (insert cricket noise here)
2. (insert picture of tumbleweed blowing through a ghost town here)
Well, that sums up all the cool things I have done. Oh yeah, I almost applied for internships at e! and the white house. Versatility at it's finest. But that would have taken a long time, and I am lazy. If I want to work somewhere I need to know they really want me with all my skills i.e. it would take chelsea or the president showing up at my door to get me a job.
Sorry I stalk myself on facebook so much. Sorry I post pictures to people's walls and comment belligerently in the process. If you read this, you know I have no life, so that's my excuse.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Oh, hello blog. I never promised you consistency, so get over it. Too many great things have happened since Thanksgiving that I couldn't even think to write about, so I almost abandoned you. False. I'm back. I took exams, went to disney world, got presented to society or whatever (nbd, really), did the whole Christmas thing, celebrated new years with some fortunate/unfortunate circumstances, and now I'm here. Lots of other minor details like my mother making up her own vocabulary and attempting to counsel eminem through the radio also happened. They won't be so minor in a little while. Also, my bffs from 4th grade are really important.
The happiest place on earth. Disney World. I am a believer in that. Nothing says happy like a bunch of skipping asians eating turkey legs bigger than their own legs. If that's not pure disney magic, then I don't know what is. Don't worry, I managed to faceplant in the Magic Kingdom parking lot. But really, It was wonderful. If you are going to go to Disney, go with your summer camp bffs. And a 7th grade social studies teacher GPS named Tammy. She is a lifesaver. Disney World without my family absolutely brought out the magic. I love them, but Disney World really isn't family friendly. It is a temper tantrum provoker. Kids see stuff, they want it. They cry. Parents don't want to let their kid cry and ruin everyone else's magic (you're at disney world, it's all about the image). Therefore, kids get whatever they want and the parents are bitter about Disney World. Actually this is probably just my family. Because I tried this little scheme too, and it worked. It was probably so humiliating for my parents because I was 16.
You now are reading a post by an official member of society. Um? Yeah, whatever that means. Debutante was semi glorious. It was beautiful, and I admitted I was a diva. Yes. That happened. One time only confession. If you were there to hear it (I have no clue who was) then congrats. My diva side was brought out when I refused to take off my fluffy white dress for a good 3 hours after the ball was over. Besides my divaliciousness, the lunar eclipse was the highlight of the night. Clearly, we love science. Not a joke at all.
Christmas. Happy Birthday Jesus. It happened, and it was beautiful.
New Years. Oh, what an adventure. I couldn't think of a better way to celebrate than being in New Orleans with my three best friends since 4th grade, a random redheaded midget, and sleeping on the floor next to a perfectly plush and defiled bed. False. I can think of a better way: without the redhead and the floor. Although, the Roosevelt was rather impressive. Also, I found a gay bff for a night. Lucky me, I know. But now for something really sweet:
Because I'm so lucky and am still friends with my 4th grade bffs, we had the honor of having our friend picture accompany us to bourbon street. In the glittery frame and all. It loved it. Not that this thing is for talking about sentimental things or anything, but I love my friends. It's absolutely wonderful how we can go forever without seeing each other, and pick right back up where we left. I'm truly blessed. That was pathetic.
Oh, I have a serious problem with wanting to be whatever I see in movies. Morning Glory: I change my major. The movie sucked. 500 Days of Summer: I really want to write greeting cards. Black Swan: I want a more perplexed personality. I don't want to be black swan girl, so no one call child services or anything. However, I will always want to be a Kardashian.
If you ever want a day of instant entertainment that you won't regret, teach my mom about twitter. When I was explaining how tweet and that celebrities have twitter, she asked about Brad Pitt. I told her he probably tweeted (I'm not sure, because I boycott Brangelina and their 2398239 kids) so she wanted me to tweet him and ask when he would be done adopting babies. Mom, that's Angelina's problem. Also, "nabbed" apparently means kidnapped in kathyland. "Hayley, go check on Sydney and make sure someone didn't nab her," says my mother referring to my 15 year old sister in the bathroom at a very established gas station in New Orleans. To my mothers credit, established hardly means it's true definition here. Like really, nabs are peanut butter crackers, not kidnapping. She then went on to explain that the one that does the nabbing is the nabber, and the one being nabbed is the nabbee. Like what kind of dysfunctional world do I live in? Also on this trip, I learned everything my mom would say to eminem if she ever met face to face with him in a therapy session. "Look, no one can understand you when you talk so fast. You could express your vulgar thoughts better if people knew what you were saying. We could even work through these thoughts." So, eminem, if you ever need therapy you know where to begin.
So, I have a new major. Because I thought it would be fun. All i've done is write papers. What did I do before? Write papers. I'm in a never-ending cycle here. People in this major are excessively more annoying. The only thing I really miss about history is knitting girl and her cat half tops. I have vampire girl that's obsessed with her boyfriend and ribbon girl who thinks CAYRO, Egypt is having some conflicts right now. I rightfully told her that cayro is corn syrup, and she was going to have to pronounce it Cairo before I could have a discussion with her. As long as there is conflict happening in a bottle of corn syrup, I can't take you seriously. Sorry. Also, I figured out the secret of the world today. Sisterhood of the traveling pants=pajama jeans. It's the only way the pants could fit all of them. Things I have to look forward to: my class field trip to the african american military history museum and my class trip to an indian pow wow.
The happiest place on earth. Disney World. I am a believer in that. Nothing says happy like a bunch of skipping asians eating turkey legs bigger than their own legs. If that's not pure disney magic, then I don't know what is. Don't worry, I managed to faceplant in the Magic Kingdom parking lot. But really, It was wonderful. If you are going to go to Disney, go with your summer camp bffs. And a 7th grade social studies teacher GPS named Tammy. She is a lifesaver. Disney World without my family absolutely brought out the magic. I love them, but Disney World really isn't family friendly. It is a temper tantrum provoker. Kids see stuff, they want it. They cry. Parents don't want to let their kid cry and ruin everyone else's magic (you're at disney world, it's all about the image). Therefore, kids get whatever they want and the parents are bitter about Disney World. Actually this is probably just my family. Because I tried this little scheme too, and it worked. It was probably so humiliating for my parents because I was 16.
You now are reading a post by an official member of society. Um? Yeah, whatever that means. Debutante was semi glorious. It was beautiful, and I admitted I was a diva. Yes. That happened. One time only confession. If you were there to hear it (I have no clue who was) then congrats. My diva side was brought out when I refused to take off my fluffy white dress for a good 3 hours after the ball was over. Besides my divaliciousness, the lunar eclipse was the highlight of the night. Clearly, we love science. Not a joke at all.
Christmas. Happy Birthday Jesus. It happened, and it was beautiful.
New Years. Oh, what an adventure. I couldn't think of a better way to celebrate than being in New Orleans with my three best friends since 4th grade, a random redheaded midget, and sleeping on the floor next to a perfectly plush and defiled bed. False. I can think of a better way: without the redhead and the floor. Although, the Roosevelt was rather impressive. Also, I found a gay bff for a night. Lucky me, I know. But now for something really sweet:Oh, I have a serious problem with wanting to be whatever I see in movies. Morning Glory: I change my major. The movie sucked. 500 Days of Summer: I really want to write greeting cards. Black Swan: I want a more perplexed personality. I don't want to be black swan girl, so no one call child services or anything. However, I will always want to be a Kardashian.
If you ever want a day of instant entertainment that you won't regret, teach my mom about twitter. When I was explaining how tweet and that celebrities have twitter, she asked about Brad Pitt. I told her he probably tweeted (I'm not sure, because I boycott Brangelina and their 2398239 kids) so she wanted me to tweet him and ask when he would be done adopting babies. Mom, that's Angelina's problem. Also, "nabbed" apparently means kidnapped in kathyland. "Hayley, go check on Sydney and make sure someone didn't nab her," says my mother referring to my 15 year old sister in the bathroom at a very established gas station in New Orleans. To my mothers credit, established hardly means it's true definition here. Like really, nabs are peanut butter crackers, not kidnapping. She then went on to explain that the one that does the nabbing is the nabber, and the one being nabbed is the nabbee. Like what kind of dysfunctional world do I live in? Also on this trip, I learned everything my mom would say to eminem if she ever met face to face with him in a therapy session. "Look, no one can understand you when you talk so fast. You could express your vulgar thoughts better if people knew what you were saying. We could even work through these thoughts." So, eminem, if you ever need therapy you know where to begin.
So, I have a new major. Because I thought it would be fun. All i've done is write papers. What did I do before? Write papers. I'm in a never-ending cycle here. People in this major are excessively more annoying. The only thing I really miss about history is knitting girl and her cat half tops. I have vampire girl that's obsessed with her boyfriend and ribbon girl who thinks CAYRO, Egypt is having some conflicts right now. I rightfully told her that cayro is corn syrup, and she was going to have to pronounce it Cairo before I could have a discussion with her. As long as there is conflict happening in a bottle of corn syrup, I can't take you seriously. Sorry. Also, I figured out the secret of the world today. Sisterhood of the traveling pants=pajama jeans. It's the only way the pants could fit all of them. Things I have to look forward to: my class field trip to the african american military history museum and my class trip to an indian pow wow.
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