Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder...Right?

Christmas has come and gone and the end of 2009 is quickly approaching. Its time to say farewell to family and friends who must now part their ways and pack up the holiday cheer until fate brings them all together once again. Its sad how people just don't stay in one place anymore, but that's life--and sometimes life puts thousands of miles between you and your loved ones.

As my dear relatives must now return home, I must put faith into the old saying "distance makes the heart grow fonder." Living so far from the family I grew up with as a young child definitely has its obstacles, especially having such a large family as I do that consists of 39 first cousins. Yes that number is right people, Chaldean families trump all others.

However, whoever made and began praising this little saying forgot one factor; sometimes distance makes others forget. The heart can only grow if each person puts time, energy and love into making a relationship last despite the miles in between them. It makes the time spent together more precious than time spent with others. Yet, distance can weaken the strength and closeness a relationship may have been if miles didn't lie in between.

Time can only tell how close or distant these relationships will become, as nowadays there are so many modes of communication. It is so much easier to keep a long-distance relationship now (no matter if its family, friends, or a lover) than it was in the past. No matter, the time and energy that one must put towards the relationship should remain constant, as it is the love, not the distance, that can build on this relationship.

Nevertheless, God willing, I hope the miles in between my family and I are just a number--a number like the number of first cousins I have. God willing, I hope the miles in between us all will just make us closer--closer like we have all been in the last week. God willing, I hope the miles in between us will just make us love each other more--love and appreciation that has definitely grown during this holiday season.

Happy New Years everyone; lets hope the relationships you have, no matter the distance, remain in 2010.

Can't Drive? Take the Trolley

Its days like this where I desperately question the DMV's Human Resources department hiring capabilities. If the DMV allows someone to have a California License, than they should adequately or decently know how to drive...correct? WRONG!

I understand that it's only a few days before Christmas and everyone is in the Christmas gift finding rush, but that is no excuse for driving poorly. We all have to sit in traffic for 20 minutes and then look for a parking spot for another 45 minutes only to find ourselves in Rush Hour on our way home. There is no excuse to act like an insane idiot and pretend like you're the only one who has gifts to buy. But most of all--there is no reason to park so close to my car where my hand cannot fit in between our two vehicles. This is called rude, impatient and frankly, just plain old poor driving. Whoever at the DMV signed off your ability to drive should have their license suspended and should be degraded as a human being.

So what do I do in situations like this? Rely on my pen of course...and no I'm not trying to say I keyed his car, although if anyone were to deserve their car to be keyed it would not be under Carrie Underwood's specifications "Before He Cheats," but rather because you don't know how to park. If I can't reach my door handle because you are TOO close and I must get through my passenger side and am unable to open my door, you WILL feel the wrath of my pen by an angry letter left on your windshield.

I must say I was rather nice in my letter to this immature inconsiderate driving fool. I merely reminded him that next time he decides to leave the house he may want to consider learning how to drive before someone much more temperamental than I decides to slam open their door scratching his cheap car. But of course, I did end the letter with a good old "Merry Christmas," just to brighten his day a little after the inconvenience he caused me and to stay in the holiday spirit.

But seriously people, if you can't drive, then take the trolley. That's what it's for.

Evil Day

I have 4 finals tomorrow. Yes, 4 finals. I shall be testing from 10:30 a.m.-7:30 p.m. Not cool...not one bit.

And yet, I'm here writing a blog about tomorrow when I could be studying for it today. Isn't that always the case?

Let's see if no sleep and the last all-nighter of the semester can get me through all 4 tests. Hopefully I'll live to tell the tale.

Rain Rain Go Away

An ode to the unusually intense rain San Diego has experienced over the past week, inspired by the child song, "Rain Rain Go Away," and written by yours truly:



Rain Rain go away,
Don’t come back another day
San Diego is not supposed to rain
So you are not allowed to stay.

It’s alright to come for a date
But Don’t think you can stay too late
You can come wash all your friends
But they’ll probably be filled with hate.

So rain consider yourself warned
San Diego is supposed to be warm
Southern Cali likes its sunshine
No bad weather to sit and mourn.

Rain can be good, or it can be bad
But when you come you make me sad
You become a big inconvenience
And sometimes make me a tad mad.

So Rain Rain go away
I know you had to come today
But this is getting a little silly
I’ll get my water another way.

'Tis the Season

Well boys and girls, it's that time of year again!!

The temperature is slowly falling, Christmas music is playing, friends and family are calling, pine trees are swaying, Starbucks serves in red cups, Christmas lights are beginning to light up....

And oh yeah, its almost finals week. NOT COOL.

Yes folks, once again, it's the end of the semester, and yours truly seems to have to do everything under her Christmas tree to do...study for 6 tests, write 4 papers, attend 4 holiday parties, buy Christmas gifts--and all in two weeks.

I really do feel that finals week takes all the fun out of this time of year. By the time Christmas comes around, my brain is fried and I've lost all the Christmas spirit.

Here's to hoping that I'll survive and won't feel like a Grinch and run around in a bad mood telling little kids that Santa doesn't exist.

Good luck to all of you on your finals and Merry Christmas to those who have the time to enjoy this beautiful time of year. <3

Understand the World You Live In--Care Enough to Uncover the Truth

Its days like this where I seriously question what our society has become.

For those of you who are:

• browsing Facebook for the 3rd straight hour in a row looking at random people's pictures,
• watching mindless shows filled with love, sex, lies, and drama that you waited all week to watch,
• obsessing about how sexy Jacob Black looked in New Moon (for all you Twihard fans out there, you may want to read my previous post,)
• procrastinating, once again, on the paper you need to write by tomorrow, although you had all semester to write it,
• going out for the 7th time this week to hang out with the same people to do the same thing because you'd rather be anywhere but home,

AND, you had no idea that President Obama gave a speech today announcing his plan to order an additional 30,000 troops to invade Afghanistan towards the war against al-Qaida.....this post, this one right here, is for you.

Let me start by saying that lazy, ignorant, foolish, uneducated people, such as yourself, utterly disgust me.

It disgusts me how little people know about what is going on in the world, and put more input into deciding their Facebook status than forming their own opinions. It concerns me how so many people would rather hear about celebrities and their extramarital affairs or their trips to rehab rather than hear about what is happening on Capitol Hill. It frightens me how people just don't care, as long as it doesn't directly and negatively affect them.

Whether you work at a law firm or at a gas station--you're a housewife or a single mother--whether you're in high school or in graduate school...I can't stress how important it is for you to form your own opinions, and are aware of what is happening in the world.

One cannot complain, cannot provide input and cannot have an opinion unless they fully understand the situation. We live in a culture where news and information are at our fingertips, and live in a country that has so much influence and power within the world that our opinions have a much louder voice than others. Yet, people still don't bother to care.

BUT, when someone looses their job and stops receiving unemployment checks, when someone gets kicked off welfare, when someone thinks the government owes them something, when someone is informed their taxes increased due to the war, when an illegal alien is deported, or when someone doesn't get a stimulus check when their neighbor did....this, THIS is when they start to care.

And that my friends, is quite pathetic.

This post is not meant to reveal my opinions towards President Obama's speech, or to convince and inform you of my own political beliefs and ideologies. But instead, this post is meant to encourage those of you who are ignorant of current political and economic situations to educate yourself and form an opinion...and once this opinion is formed, fight for it.

Because at the end of the day, you can't expect to see a change in the world until you first make one within yourself.

Time for Twilight to fade into Darkness

I have read the Twilight series, watched both installments of the movie franchise, and have listened to every obsessed fan chant about how they dream of falling into a whirlwind romance with either a vampire or werewolf.

Having said that, I can subjectively and objectively state that the Twilight books and movies bite...vampire pun intended.

For all you Twihard fans out there who are getting ready to hunt me down like werewolves hunt vampires, or like the Volturi search for the Cullens, give me a chance to explain my reasoning, just like I gave the Twilight franchise a chance.

Let us start with the books, shall we? I have no authority or credibility to dishonor someone's writing, as getting one's work published is an accomplishment in and of itself. However, Stephanie Meyer's books are filled with juvenile writing, unsophisticated language and undeveloped ideas. Yet, she writes the series this way for a reason----TWILIGHT IS MADE FOR ADOLESCENTS!

Sorry to all you 40-year old women out there wearing "Team Edward" shirts, but the books are made for 13-year old screaming girls who are falling in love with the idea of falling in love, but have yet to experience it. If you are over the age of 15 and are in love with the series, I seriously question your choice of reading and comprehension abilities. What ever happened to the classics?...to beautiful literature?...to the days of William Shakespeare and Jane Austen?...to the literature that brought forth new thinking and changed the world?...to prose so sweet, so pure, that the Holy Spirit must have overcame the author's pen to write such heavenly words fit for angels? Twilight CAN NOT and WILL NEVER be considered pure literature.

Now, on to the movies. I'm not really sure what everyone else saw in the theatres when they said "New Moon WAS ONE OF THE BEST MOVIES I'VE SEEN!", but all I saw was a cheesy film with bad acting and even worse cinematography. New Moon seemed to drag on forever, and missed the element of a good movie--something called a plot. If any of you Twihards out there even noticed, there is NO PLOT FOR NEW MOON! Even if you scramble together a poorly developed plot, it will only be a pathetic excuse for a waste of 2 hours worth of film.

And I'm sorry, but Kristin Stewart and Rob Pattinson had absolutely NO chemistry onscreen. Argue whichever way you want, but this is a fact not an opinion. Every scene with them together was awkward and unappealing, and if you try to argue against this by saying, "You dummy, you don't know what you're talking about! It's SUPPOSED to be that way because of the book!" HAA! No you adolescent pathetic immature imbecile, they're just both really bad actors.

I can go on and on with this forever, but regardless, you Twihard fans won't win. I'm sorry for being so harsh, but I'm getting pretty fed up with this New Moon/Twilight craziness. There are more important things in life, REAL things in life to mind yourself with rather than fantasize about werewolves and vampires.


Really people, grow up and pick up a REAL book.

I Got a Feelin'

The Summer sunshine has faded, and Fall is quickly fallin' into a Winter Wonderland.

During this time of year, we all begin worrying about one thing--it's the one thing on our minds as the temperature drops and the nights get longer. The thing we're frightened about, warned constantly, and empathize with anyone unfortunate enough to feel its wrath.

I Got a Feelin'....and that feelin' is being sick.

That's right people. I have caught my first cold of the season, despite my efforts to eat healthy, wash my hands, and keep good ole' Purel hand sanitizer handy at all times.

Being sick is inevitable, but you just forget how much you hate it until you feel the symptoms catch up with you. Find relief in knowing that I don't have H1N1, but rather just the common cold. You know the symptoms: a sore throat that makes you feel like you could breathe out fire, and a runny nose that uses up at least 3 full boxes of tissues.

There's really nothing more I can do at this point but to take medicine, drink lots of fluids, and watch re-runs of shows I'm too old to remember over and over again until I start feeling better. But then again, this sick girl has a lot of studying to do...so maybe this whole sick thing will be semi-productive, if I didn't feel like I wanted to sleep all day.

Until' next time folks, just remember that it's never too late to be happy, so go out and live your life....even if you are sick.

My First Blog...woo hoo!

Well hello ladies and gentlemen. Most likely if you're reading this you know who I am....and if you're reading this and have NO CLUE who this is, well, I'll guess we'll keep that a mystery for you.

I must admit that this is my first blog, although I'm kind of excited to become a part of the so-called Online Blogger Group. I can't wait to share with you the HILARIOUS stories of my life, because sometimes I really do think God has a sense of humor.

So, where to begin?

As most of you know, (unless you're an Internet Creeper who stumbled upon this blog and have NO idea who the hell I am) I'm a Journalism Major. WELL, today was the first day we had the opportunity to record ourselves as news anchors in a real live studio with lights, cameras and all that jazz. It was quite an, uhh, interesting experience.

First off, with my luck, I get lost on my way there when I was already late. It's the classic scenario: You have an important meeting/class/event to go to and you're late because you forget that there's this thing called "traffic," whatever the hell that is, and find to your astonishment you were too stupid to actually look up where the damn building was, so you walk around not knowing where to go.

So of course, I couldn't find the classroom at Grossmont College that I'm supposed to go to. Instead, I end up mindlessly walking around an empty building for about 5 minutes, when I'm already 10 minutes late, in heels and a News Anchor appropriate outfit looking for this newsroom. I find it only when a half naked girl....and yes, I do mean a slut, comes out of a random hidden door and shrieks "THERE YOU ARE! I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU!" Don't be frightened boys and girls, because I do happen to know this half naked girl who was yelling at me in the hallway of a forbidden building with my ugly ass outfit looking like a deer caught in headlights. So what would any girl do in this situation? Follow her of course....

I enter this creepy room with monitors everywhere and a news set with cameras, and all of a sudden a frumpy middle-aged man who doesn't look like he actually has a life goes, "ARE YOU JENNIFER?" Uh, why yes I am...but I'm only a foot away and you don't need to yell at me like I'm 5 years old and 2500 miles away. After discovering he was the director of our so-called Newsroom, my eyes couldn't help themselves from rolling around in my head as I sat waiting for his "polite" instructions.

When its finally time for us to start filming, I listen to my "friendly" director go around screaming...uh, I mean nicely asking....to get into positions. He then informs me to sit down at the news desk and prepare to perform a mic test. Like a girl who wants an A in my class and impress everyone with my journalistic integrity for putting up with this guy, I sit at the desk waiting for this so-called mic test. All of a sudden, this tall dangly guy with facial piercings holding a wireless mic runs over to me with an unusually awkward and quite frightening smile and goes....."I need to put this down your shirt." Uhhh...............NO THANK YOU! First off, your piercings need to take a good 10 steps back before I get the crazy psycho director guy to come over and "politely" escort you to the parking lot so I can beat your ass. But of course, like the lady that I am, I grab his hand while he goes in for the kill and say, "It's ok I think I can handle it from here." It's times like this I wish I had manners like a disgraceful hoe and kick him where the sun don't shine and make a scene in a professional environment....maybe I should ask my slutty creepy "THERE YOU ARE" co-anchor for lessons???

The news show went pretty well though, except for the fact that one of the director's students messed up the film and we had to re-shoot it all over again. Boy was that a tense situation. I sure do feel bad for the director's wife who has to put up with him everyday...you know, if he actually HAS a wife or a girlfriend who can stand him for more than 2 seconds in their entire lifetime. Unless of course he likes boys...then that's a totally different story.

I think the only productive thing about this experience was that the student who actually screwed up the film was pretty damn hot, and the entire time the psycho director yelled at him he was winking at me....it re-assured me that I was a damn good news anchor even though I only stumbled about 234823948 times on a news story about a shoplifter being shot over Spam and chocolate chip cookies. And no I'm not joking, and yes I really did have to tell that story.

But I do wonder what the psycho director would've done if the pierced guy ever tried to put the mic down his shirt....hmmmm......

Well, until next time! :)