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LSAT woes

October 1st, 2008

As I study more and more, I feel less and less confident in my ability to do well on this exam. I am a lousy test taker. I hate standardized tests because I feel so utterly helpless to properly study for them, and I hate class examinations because I always psych myself out into thinking that I need to study everything and inevitably forget the crucial points in my study pursuits… I am a writer. I write extremely strong papers, which is why I excel so much as an English major. Writing comes so naturally to me. I can understand critical analysis, reading comprehension, and the formal structure involved in essay writing, but preparing for tests always feels either like preparing for mindless regurgitation, or like conforming one’s own logical reasoning to the style in which test-writers have decided is most “standard” and “widely applicable.”

And in pursuing a field where churning out the standard will produce a mediocre-at-best lawyer, it seems absurd that the major qualification considered in admissions is this standardized test. The test is formatted extremely well for what it is and what it aims to deduce. It test logical reasoning, logical organization, critical reading, and critical analysis abilities. But in taking the ultra-professional, absurdly expensive prep course for this exam, I have come to realize that, like nearly any standardized tests, there are a set of “tricks” to get past the testing of your own reasoning skills and get straight to a reverse-psychoanalysis of the test writers and what they are specifically looking for. Granted, this is just as much a skill for law school as the skills the test looks to grade, but it still seems backwards. Why is this test the number one deciding factor for your future in law school and as a lawyer? 40% of the students who apply to law schools don’t get in. ANYWHERE. And it is almost entirely due to your LSAT score.

Did you know that only 17% of people who score a 162 get into a top tier law school? But 76% of people who get a 165 get into top tiers? Three points could literally make the difference between Harvard and Podunk State. That’s just incredible. It’s unfathomable. Can you image if someone told you that the difference between an A and a D in high school was a 3 point spread? The drop-out rate would be phenomenal…

I wish that law schools cared a bit more about individual intelligence and excellence than how an applicant fits into the standardized grid-pattern. I completely understand the importance of this test, and I myself think it is a crucial determining factor. I just wish it wasn’t the first step in the determination for admittance. Great law schools shread the applications of outstanding students every year based on a 2-point mistake….
I’m not going anywhere with this rant. I am just expressing my anxiety that in a three-hour window on Saturday morning, I will determine the course of my future. It makes me want to throw up.

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There is No One to Blame But Myself

September 24th, 2008

Most days, as of late, I am unhappy. I cannot articulate precisely why, which frustrates family and friends beyond all comprehension. I have no reason to be unhappy, per say, but I can’t help it.

My voice has changed. It annoys me every time I hear someone tell me so. “Your voice sounds so strange… so sad.” I live with my own voice; I don’t notice a change. People seem to take my strange new voice as an indicator of depression. I have a constant stream of commentary in my life; ‘you’re depressed, you’re too stressed, your life isn’t going in the right direction… stop doing what others want you to do… do what makes you happy… blah blah blah.’ Obviously. Do people honestly think I don’t know all of this? I know that the people who care for me only say these things out of love, but seriously… Do they truly believe that I am going to choose my life’s direction for the next 15 years based on expectation or outward perception? I am not depressed. I cannot stress this more. I have no chemical imbalance. And I am not ever going to intentionally choose a life path that I know will make me unhappy. That’s ridiculous.

But I think what is equally ridiculous is the notion, and indeed the intensely-claustrophobic pressure, that I should know what I want to do with the rest of my life by age 20. And what’s more ridiculous is that I should not only make this life-altering decision but that I should be entirely comfortable in my choice! Are you joking? I wasn’t that kid who knew I wanted to be a doctor from age 6, and excelled in biology in high school and made the natural progression through my degree in college.

You want to know what my childhood drive was? Acting. From age 5 I started professionally acting. I had secured the best agent in the state of Arizona through a statewide governor’s commercial at age 6. I was in 2 feature films by the time I was 16. I starred in my senior play, and I was the lead in a Valley Youth Theatre musical. And when I got to college, I abandoned what I had been striving toward my whole upbringing.

Imagine being that same kid–the son of the surgeon–who always knew he wanted to be a surgeon, only to get to the crucial juncture and give it all up for lack of passion in it. That is absolutely fucking terrifying. You are pushed into the real world, called an adult with real responsibility, and the first major decision you make uproots your entire outlook on your own future.

Good choice…

So, when I start to share these fears and insecurities with others, they always ask me “well, what would you do if you could do anything?” I would dance. All I wanted to do was to be a ballerina. But I was 6 inches too short for the New York Ballet Co. I had bad turn-out, and while my teachers always called me the best in the class, I just didn’t have the body type for it, and when I got to the crucial levels in my training where I began to progress to pre-professional levels, they held me back because of my bad knees. My body wasn’t built for it. It doesn’t matter how much passion and drive I had for it. I cannot will myself into growing taller. Surgery would have made my knees even less fit. This has always felt like a great loss in my life, but I don’t begrudge myself this because it wasn’t something I simply gave up on. It was something where I knew that physical limitations would keep me from reaching the level I truly wanted to reach in that field, and I knew I would rather delve fully into another area of my talent than to push hard as a back-up dancer. I miss dance with all of my heart, but it wasn’t right for me and like a lost love, I have learned to savor the memories and let go.

I got the job of my dreams at 18. I got hired as a ballroom dance teacher. But the studio took advantage of me, withholding payment for 6 months, until it was something I simply couldn’t afford to continue doing. Quitting that is something I do regret, because I feel like I could have pushed through it.

The next question I hate more than all of it: “So why don’t you just go back to doing that if it makes you happy?” Ugh. That’s all I can say to that. It all just exhausts me. Ballroom is not something I have given up on in my life. But I also value my intelligence, and learning new things brings me so much happiness and confidence. At this point in my life, school is what I want. It is what makes sense. I wanted to learn new things so passionately. I can come back to ballroom at any time. I wanted college right now. Is it so insane to think that multiple things make me happy in life? Sure, I am passionate about dance. But I am passionate about reading and learning too. I’m passionate about snowboarding… should I move to Telluride to become an instructor? Maybe someday. But not right now. Don’t push me and say I should up and do something that you yourself wouldn’t do. I have so many things that I want to do with my life that I am trying to find a logical organization for them all.

I feel so miserable right now because I chose learning over art [for now,] and feel as though I have learned nothing and perhaps would have been better off being a painter or dancer than having gone to college. And I have come to this realization a year before it’s all over, and it takes every ounce of strength in my to crawl out of bed every morning and go to the classes that do not motivate me in the slightest. Sure, I only have 9 months left of my abysmal undergraduate career. But 9 months seems impossible to give up after the realization that I have already wasted 3 years.

I don’t mean wasted per say. I made friends, learned a lot about relationships and love, came into my own, developed my business, and took everything I could from the classes that meant something to me. I had a few fantastic classes, I studied abroad, I met a man whom I love more than anything. So no, not a waste. Just a lot of wasted time over the past three years in classes that taught me nothing.

It’s my own damn fault. I chose a major I knew would be easy for me. I liked to read. So I chose Literature. Simple. I was interested in science, but I don’t like blood and dissection, so that ruled out biology. I liked astronomy but saw no usefulness for that degree. I love creative writing but felt I’d learn little in a degree for it. So I chose literature, because I figured I would get to read a lot of great books. But it ended up being something I didn’t really need an education in.

It’s filled with bitter irony, really. That’s what really kills me. I turned down learning about dance because I thought I should take advantage of this time to get a great education. And I turned down things I had more interest in because I didn’t think I would learn much from the program. Hell, I got to Theatre program at ASU and decided I wasn’t learning anything and had little passion left for the art so I left it. For reading the books I was assigned in high school. And even in middle school. What the hell?I guess it turns out I really didn’t need an education in English. Huh. Whodathunk.

That’s why law excites me so much. I know nothing about it. I am in Patent Law, potentially the most boring and difficult class in law school, and I am fascinated by it. It’s hard as hell, but every single solitary day I go to class, I learn something new. EVERY day. It’s fantastic. That is what drives me through the rest of my classes; the thought that Mondays and Wednesdays I get to learn something new. And that next year, every single class will be teaching me something I have absolutely no previous knowledge about. It lifts my spirits even right now just to think about it.

But it feels even more oppressive and sickening that I have to wait to seize what I truly feel like I want.

Let’s be honest. I don’t know if I want to be a lawyer. At all. But I want the sense of satisfaction that I missed out on through my Undergraduate education, and I can’t see how that is a bad choice, or a waste of time, in any way.

What would I do with my life if I could do anything? I would write and I would dance. Nothing makes me feel happier. Nothing makes me feel more appealing, more successful, more lovely than being a good writer and dancer. I am a happier person when I have more confidence in myself. And I have a terrible problem with confidence. I have started so many books, but lost the confidence that I had anything worth saying.. worth reading for 200+ pages. Sometimes I feel so creative and talented, and sometimes I feel like a poser, always talking about how great of a dancer I was and how strong a writer I can be, yet sitting here out of shape and doubting whether I can still do a Salsa basic or whether I could write anything more than a painfully long complaint blog. I don’t even feel like this rant is worth reading. It is just for my own therapy. How can I feel so passionate toward something, and yet so self-conscious? It’s exhausting…

But my point is, I know what makes me happy. Dance and writing fuel my soul. Painting makes me feel alive. Travel opens my eyes to the phenomenal potential that his world holds for us for happiness and experience. These things get me out of my own pathetic worries and make me remember that I have a fucking amazing life surrounded by success, love, friendship, wealth, and comfort. Reading and learning only make me feel better about myself. The more learned I am, the more confident I am in my writing and speaking, and in my own existence.

Law will give me drive and confidence. Maybe law will become my next passion, because I have a propensity for becoming passionate about anything new and exciting in my life. So please just be supportive of my choice to pursue law. I am not choosing law as a cop-out from art or writing or dance. I am choosing it as a supplement for my own happiness and confidence. I can write through school. I can paint through school. I can even dance through school. But teaching myself law would be really difficult!I will do it all. I will learn, I will dance, I will paint, sing, travel, love, and live. I have plenty of time to do it all. I don’t have to make it all happen by age 21…
I have no direction or point with this letter to anonymous. It is a letter to those I love, and to no one at all. It is a dissertation to myself about myself. I am scared. I feel lonely and confused. I doubt my own choices all of the time. I succumb to pressure from friends and family. I doubt myself more than anything. Writing is my therapy.

I need to remember that I am not my GPA. I am not my LSAT score. I am not JJB Labs Inc. I am not Ballet Arizona. I am not Phoenix Country Day School, or Arizona State University. Stanford will not make me a better person than Pepperdine would. Blogging does not make me less of a writer than publishing novels will. I am not my father, nor am I my mother. I am not my major.

I am a creative, passionate person who experiences life so sensitively that my emotions get the best of me sometimes. But I am loving, and I am caring. I put others before myself, and even if it is sometimes to my own detriment, as a whole that is a fantastic quality that I love about myself. I can accomplish anything I put my mind to, but I don’t have to accomplish everything I think I might be able to to be worth something to this world. At the end of the day, what I do, and what I’ve done, are only important because of how they’ve shaped my humanity. Kilimanjaro was so valuable to me not for the bragging rights but because I discovered who I truly was at the top of the world, in the serenity of chaos. If I learn nothing this year, I will have learned that Patent Law was interesting which means law school will be really interesting. I will have learned that love can endure great hardship, quite easily…. If I get impatient, I can write a book, or build lasting friendships. I can snowboard every weekend in Flagstaff and learn to do park jumps. I can take up knitting. It doesn’t matter in the slightest. I just need to chill the fuck out sometimes and forget about all the pressure, because in the end it’s all what I make of it.

If you’ve read this, please take that away from all of this. Find the best part of you in whatever you do. Going to the bar with friends, or studying for life-changing tests… find yourself in it. And remind me to do the same when I start to panic again.

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September 17th, 2008

You think for years that it is all kind of building towards something. You go through all of the nonsense. You sit through the remedial english courses. You sit and listen to a person who has no passion, who has nothing to offer you except an image of what you do not want to become.He spent years not clicking with the intellectual community. He found more sense in sports. In sports he did not have to wait for people. Did not have to slow down for others. In fact it was quite the opposite. Constantly compelled, even yelled at to go farther, to push himself to a better level. To step beyond what the average person could do.

Finding an uneasy feeling amongst most of them. Through a wide ranging personality he was able to keep a wide range of friends, yet he never felt entirely comfortable with them. He found something about them that made him uneasy, the fact that they were not comfortable with themselves.

He had always grown up with this innate feeling that he would be happy. That he would be successful in what he chose to partake in. There was never a clear cut path, always something different that would peak his interest. Always finding an interest in a wealth of things. Thats why they pumped him full of drugs, to squash it. To narrow his focus. He can’t maintain attention. He is sick. But with help he will be happy, he will be successful, he is smart. The drugs will allow him to realize his potential, he is smart. He is not happy, we can make him happy. He struggles in class, he cannot pay attention, he struggles with authority, he needs help, he is not happy, but he is smart, we can help him, we can change him.

Somehow he navigated this. He found a way through it, a way to fight it. Never able to defeat it, but surviving it, not surrendering to it. This was enough for him. The knowledge that he was able to escape with him in tact. He was smart, smarter than they realized. They saw his scores, his ability to maintain information. They did not see his ability to process it. His ability to see things at 10, at 14, at 18, things they could not see, have never seen in 50 years.

He understood what they did not. So they held him back. They narrowed his focus. They bridled everything that made him who he was, what made him happy. Because C’s aren’t good enough. He must get good grades so he can go to the type of college that will focus him even more. There was only one problem. He was smart and he wanted to be happy.

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Sarah Palin, You Delicious Half-Wit

September 11th, 2008

You know, for as much as I disagree with this woman’s political stances and doubt her ability to take over as Commander-In-Chief when [assuming the dynamic duo is elected] John McCain inevitably dies weeks into his presidency, I may have found the minuscule and mortifying qualification that Republicans saw in this charming young beauty queen: legalizing bounty hunting for the first time in America! Sarah Palin simply has to be a bad ass. That’s all that could explain her approval of a 2007 bill [lovingly nicknamed “Predator Control”] in Alaska to offer monetary incentives to Alaskan officials–and civilians!–who shoot down the entities in question and remove their left leg to bring in to the governor’s office as proof. What’s better, the Palin administration encouraged the Alaskan population to shoot from small biplanes. $150 bucks for the severed left legs… Antlers are out, folks! Femurs are in! I like to envision a chandelier made from these rotting appendages hanging above the governor’s desk; If this does not prove that Sarah Palin is a competent and kick-ass government official, I don’t know what does!

Oh, well, there is one small addendum. She did not authorize the systematic killing of child predators [which would be sweet!]. She ordered the murder of Moose predators. According to Sarah Palin, the gray wolf population of Alaska must be culled and greatly reduced in order to protect the interests of Alaskan hunters, like herself, who simply can’t keep up with the hunting patterns of Alaskan wolves. She passed her 2007 bill in order to ‘even the playing field’ between wolves and people in the hunting game.

Hmm. Really? God, I mean that’s just too easy. Should I even mock this? How about this; let’s crunch the numbers together.

The Alaskan Gray Wolf population was estimated mid-2008 to be between 7,000 and 11,000 wolves. The gray wolf is considered to exist in such abysmal numbers everywhere else in the country that, were in not for their surging population in Alaska (and the Alaskan Outdoor Council’s constant resistance against it), they would be considered an endangered species. According to Alaska’s Department of Fish and Game, over 1,000 wolves are hunted or trapped each year by humans. This number does not even include the estimated hundreds of unreported wolf hunting–which experts estimate raises the number to 2,000–occurring in ultra-rural areas and by visiting hunters jumping to shoot a wolf in the only state it’s legal. Jesus Christ. Do the math: 7,000 total, plus an annual 35% increase in population due to breeding, minus 28% annual decrease in population due to human intervention alone, minus approx 15% decrease to weather/other predators, not including wolves who die of natural causes… the odds don’t look good… So why are Alaskans so keen to kill off these wolves? Wolves in every natural habitat, as formidable predators, play an essential part in controlling prey populations to ensure a healthy ecosystem. Gray wolves are key in Alaskan tourism (they are even advertised on the majority of Alaskan Tourist websites, touting them as a state attraction); Alaska attracts animal lovers hoping to see wild wolves. And wild moose.

Today, the Alaskan Moose population numbers just over 150,000. In one particularly dense 23,000 square mile territory, The Alaskan Moose Foundation tagged over 27,500 moose. Predators and hunters are estimated to kill an almost equal share of moose; humans kill somewhere around 7,000 per year. Keep in mind that cars kill around 600 moose each year. And 70% of the moose that wolves eat are scavenged, not killed by the wolves themselves. So moose populations need fear human development far more than wolves; Besides cars and hunters, human development destroys their food supply. Each moose must eat about 40 pounds of browse(shrubs, twigs, plants) a day. And urban development continuously diminishes their feeding options.

Now don’t get distracted. I’m not trying to preach about animal rights and endangered species’ lists. I am just so sick of hearing undereducated arguments from the Republican party regarding this charming witch that I felt a duty to overcompensate for her faults.

So, the Alaskan human population is estimated to be 643,786. A mature bull moose will yield up to 750 pounds of meat; therefore, the Alaskan public obtains over 3.5 million pounds of moose meat each year! Are you really trying to tell me that this isn’t enough moose, supplemented with other food groups and taking vegetarians into account, to feed the Alaskan masses? Cow is still the meat of choice in Alaska anyway–moose is supplementary. Hell, I even think that that provides plenty of fur rugs, wall hangings, and mounted Moose heads for enthusiasts!Sarah Palin could have an entire collection.
The Alaskan population is really split on this issue. Pretty quickly after Palin okayed the $150 reward for the paws of those vicious, cheating moose killers, at least a state judge recognized the legal absurdity of doling out money for this. Yet he found no fault in the action itself, nor the government’s encouragement that citizens and troopers should participate.

Just as a side note, is it just me? Or does hanging a shotgun out the window of a two-seater propeller plane with your left hand while steering a plane through the Alaskan wilderness low enough to actually take aim with your right hand seem particularly unwise? Then again, we can’t credit the Alaskan people with too much intelligence… look who they elected…

But I digress. The Alaskan people began to speak out against this as being cruel and unusual treatment of these animals who, in all honestly, own the real local claim to the moose population. But why would public discontent ever stop the Republican party? The government listen to its people? That would be logical. 172 scientists signed a petition against Palin and her project, offering research numbers for her own education on how detrimental her actions would be to the wolf community. Tired of scientific input [is it really all that shocking that Palin would deny the truth of scientific fact?], she passed legislation to move the predator control program from the hands of the state’s Department of Fish and Game into the control of Alaska’s Board of Game, whose members were appointed by Palin herself–shocking!

Furthermore,just weeks before the Alaskan people were to vote on an initiative that would curtail, and possibly even stop, the aerial slaughter of wolves and bears by private citizens, Palin approved a $400,000 program “to educate the public about the ecological success of shooting wolves and bears from the air.” A good portion of that money went straight to the production of “informative pamphlets” inserted into local newspapers exactly three weeks before the crucial vote.

I couldn’t make this stuff up if I tried, folks.

So there you have it. Sarah Palin, with her balls of steel, has decided stand up against her greatest foes in Alaska, gallantly proving to her Party her willingness and eagerness to “go that extra mile” to protect her people, and “engage in force” at any time for any reason! This proves exactly how ready she is to take over this country when the geyser kicks and run it straight into the ground. God Bless America, God Bless the Republican Party, and God Bless the Right to Bear Arms!

Sarah Palin: You, gentle lady, are a special breed of moron.

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Excuse Me, Miss?

September 6th, 2008

A man who knows how tough fights are won. This is how Sarah Palin described John McCain during the introduction of her speech this evening. Now it seems to be a major faux pas these days to even discuss John McCain’s military service. But I need it explained to me what has given someone the idea that John McCain “knows how tough fights are won.”

John McCain won a personal battle at the Hanoi Hilton. Everyday he awoke being alive at all must have seemed a grim task. This is not the issue. The issue is how this gives him experience on the subject. He knows what it’s like to be a war prisoner. But being a POW during Vietnam and being in the senate during the two Iraq wars does not mean he has “the experience needed to win a war.”

I’m sure you have friends who have come back from time served in Iraq and Afghanistan. Would you deem them all to now be expert military tacticians? Being a soldier prepares you to be President in the way that dealing cards prepares you to run the Belagio. It’s really that simple.

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To Begin: On An Unintended Serious Note

September 5th, 2008

I am new to Rob’s Thoughts, and I didn’t mean to start with such a serious post, but I’m going through a transition phase in my life and writing is my therapy. Enjoy, and I will lighten things up next time!

How do we relate to each other?

Does what we say hold more bearing than what we do? Does our body language reveal more than our words?

Where do we find a balance? Do we say with our hands and eyes what we wished not to say through our lips? Or do our eyes betray what our voices hide? Or, rather, what we so desperately wish we had the courage to say, but only have the strength to subtly convey?

Surrounded by all the love in the world, I feel lonely. And I cannot describe why.

I don’t say this to complain; I am not looking for sympathy. I am not trying to sound depressing. I am merely commenting on the fact that I once believed loneliness to be a lack of physical contact, but I now fear it to be an ever-lingering agitation of my own fabrication.

And perhaps loneliness is not even the right word. I feel a disconnect from people. I’ve believed myself to be an honest person, but I never seem to speak my mind truthfully to the people I love. I claim to trust my friends and family, yet I do not trust them not to judge me. I thought this was an inherent flaw in my nature, but I think that I have come to understand this as natural. I see it in others too. I don’t think any of us want to disappoint. Intimacy—true intimacy—is the union of two souls. When you can look into someone’s eyes and trust them with the ugliness of your nature along with its beauty, you’ve found true love.

I have tried so hard to be a perfect daughter, a perfect friend, a perfect lover, a perfect girlfriend, that I think I’m far more flawed as each for it. In trying so hard to be so caring, so nurturing, so quiet, I have become false and I have betrayed the trust of everyone I love. I am so afraid that the people in my life will abandon me for my flaws that I become ugly in my own deception. I feel like a walking façade sometimes, though it’s not intentional. I hold no religion in my life; only a faith that love and passion will fuel my soul. But I can have no true love, and no depth of passion without the lows to contrast the highs. And in my fight against ‘negativity,’ I have lost faith in myself. Simply put, I am not comfortable with who I truly am.

I fought with someone I love last night. I fought for two hours through tears, bitter anger, honest confusion, and stoic frustration. And I woke up feeling more loved than I can explain. Because someone I love had the courage to dig deeper. Someone who loves me had the wherewithal to stop pretending that life is perfect. He found my faults and insecurities, found they couldn’t all disappear, and loved me even more the next day.

My big problem is that I have no qualms admitting that I’m flawed, yet I’m crippled in my ability to confront it. I can tell anyone I meet that I am emotional, but when I feel overwhelmed by it, I don’t know how to reach out for help and show that side of myself to others.

I have a bad habit of apologizing for everything. I apologize for expressing myself; I apologize for saying the wrong thing; I apologize for being sick, sad, distracted, tired, drained, confused, and angry. And it annoys everyone I know. I get why, now. The people I love, the people who love me, would rather see those sides of me—they would rather meet those obstacles with me than fight against my insecure dishonesty.

So I am not always honest in what I say. And maybe I try to rely on body language too much; inferences get you far less than honesty. But no one can conquer their flaws just by recognizing they are there. I will always talk with my words and eyes together.

So if you love me, if you’re brave enough to stay with me, patient enough to listen to me, kind enough to forgive me, and invested enough to dig deeper, I will put forth more effort to be honest with you and with myself. I have so much love and passion in my life. I just need to have faith that the ones who love me will embrace my faults.

“Remember how her eyes would shine?

Make you come home on time

Calling just to say hi, love.

Oh and oh and oh her eyes,

Always fixin’ to tell me

‘Our love is gorgeous.’”

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Its time to salute the A.O.H.A. The Air and Oxygen Haulers of America…

September 3rd, 2008

I just wanted to take a couple of moments and send my praise to all the people across America who apart of this very important establishment. You see them everywhere…and I bet you have never gone up to anyone one of them and shaken their hand, and said your praise and thanks for the important job that these people do for all of us.

In fact, you actually might be a member of AOHA and not even know it! And if you are, I would just like to extend my salutations, and shake you warmly by the hand and thank you for the important job you do.

These people, day in and day out wake up and carry air and nothingness from one side of the city to the other while other selfish and ignorant people just sit in their small cars that are (god forbid!) big enough for just them.

I cant believe I live in a country where people are so selfish that they would buy a car only large enough to fit themselves and possibly the two or three other members in their family…its just a disgrace. Not only that, but they never plan ahead for the day they might need three rows of seats and 800 square feet of space…its just downright irresponsible if you ask me.

But you people who are apart of AOHA…you are the people who drive America…hauling priceless amounts of nothing everyday so other people dont have too. And with gas prices as high as they are, you make such a sacrifice for all of us that we owe everything to you. And in addition to that, I feel even worse when I see how busy you all already are! I mean, about 90% of the time I see you on the road, already carrying around my share of nothingness and you are on your cell phone…so busy and stressed. So, I am just gunna say that I know I deserve it everytime you try to run me off the road…as busy as you are, and being the selfish prick I am…I would wanna run me off the road too!

I mean sure…the market has adjusted itself so that I driving a motorcycle (which by the way I know is part of the problem) have to pay the same amount for a gallon of gas as a AOHA member. This makes it only fair to you as an AOHA to carry around all the nothingness ALL THE TIME when I, Mr. Douche bag…cant carry anything except myself and my daily needs to and from work. So, I totally understand why I have to pay the same as you, fair is fair right?

I would like to declare this day…Sept. 3rd national salute AOHA member day…we all owe so much to all of you, for carrying around so little…for all of us.

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Holiday Weekend Wrap-Up

September 3rd, 2008

Interesting weekend to say the least. The GOP seemed so distracted by Sarah Palin that they forgot to discredit the Democratic Convention. The Dem’s really could not have asked for a better week. Especially as scandal after scandal continues to break about this woman.

It was also interesting to watch Tempe blow away on Thursday. Hell the ASU practice dome was laying on Rural as we headed to the bar that night. Then we spent the night in an outdoor bar. Why? The covered bar down the street was closed do to a roof malfunction(the roof was firmly planted inside of a Mitsubishi Eclipse).

Trying to keep up on my reading has been a little tough with school starting up. But I have been trying to find the time to finish Reaper Clan, a book written by a good friend of mine. Fantasy novels aren’t my usual bag but it’s well written so give it a go.

Also, if anybody can explain why I decided to take a grad level econ class when I’m not even an econ major, I’d love to know the answer.

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