Family

This past weekend was a lot about family. I guess that's what I get for going to my cousin's wedding. Actually, she's my 2nd cousin (my mom and her dad are 1st cousins) but I'm closer to her that my 1st cousins on that side of the family. Anyway, a lot of the family stuff was good (hello? It's a wedding. Of course it's good!) But some of it was not so good. There is one particular uncle that was there that we were once close to, but since my grandmother passed away, we've had some issues. He's not accepting of my sister at all which is sad because she's so wonderful and he doesn't even realize it. Nor does he care.

So Sunday, the day after the wedding, my mom's cousin had a family gathering at his house and invited all of the out of towners to be able to spend time with each other. It was nice and wonderful to spend time with some family that I had only met the day before as well as those that I've known for ages. We had to leave around 3 in order to make it home at a decent hour and when we left, my mom's cousin mentioned something about said uncle. My mom went into detail about how they don't get along and he said that he never understood why all of a sudden they (he and my uncle) were not so close, because they used to be more like brothers. We all got to talking and my mom came to the conclusion that it's because we don't fit a certain standard that my uncle has for people.

That makes me angry. That sort of thing doesn't matter when it comes to family because they're FAMILY. I can't stand that. It really sucks because if he would just get off of his damn high horse and see that at the end of the day, it's not about how much money you make or who you impress, but how much you are loved by others. By him doing this, he's losing the love and respect of his own flesh and blood and that is just sad. Ugh, whatever. I just needed to get that off of my chest.

My OCD in packing items

I'm leaving for a quick trip to Arizona tomorrow for my cousin's wedding. I realized today, just how incredibly OCD I can be when I'm packing things. I have to have everything that is mine in MY luggage. My mom has offered countless times to put things of mine in with her stuff but I can't stand it. I gave in to her offer of taking my dress for the wedding and putting it in her garment bag. It kills me. I don't know what it is about not having control over my stuff that bothers me so. I just like knowing that it is safe. Anyway, I leave at an ungodly hour tomorrow morning but hopefully I'll be able to have some rest and relaxation this weekend. We'll see...

Save the arts!

I was driving by my High School today and saw on the marquee that their Marching Band needs new uniforms. So here is what I ask of you: donate money to Glendale High School's Marching Band so they can get new uniforms. The arts are so important in developing basic skills and continually the arts suffer greatly when budgets are cut from schools. So I beg of you to donate money to help support the arts in schools. Even if you don't donate to GHS, you can always find a school in your area to give to. If you are interested in donating to GHS you can make checks out to Glendale High School and in the memo line put: Band. If you need an address, contact me and I'll get it to you. Thank you kindly for your time.

Ranting...

I just had to deal with an angry student here at work. And he's angry for no real reason. Apparently, he got a bad grade on an essay exam and his teacher (whom I've had before) won't let him see the essay. In reality, where the rest of us live, the teacher was teaching a class right after the student demanded to see his test and the teacher could not access it. The student got upset and wanted to see the division chairperson of the division the teacher works in. According to the school's bylaws, the teacher has the right to keep tests but has to allow the student to see them. This student wants to make a copy of the test so he can use it to study for the next test. But this particular teacher does not base future tests on previous ones. So the student is getting upset over nothing because making a copy of the test will not do him any good. And, because he's so angry, he's making everybody that he deals with incredibly frustrated. I hate when that happens.

Also, I read my friend Libby's blog this morning about how frustrated she was having to wait in line at the Social Security Office in order to get paperwork to go on disability. She recently had a blood clot in her leg that has managed to cause some pretty severe problems for her and her doctors thought it best to put her on disability for the time being. Anyway, her ranting blog about the Social Security System became a ranting blog about immigrants and Americans. I won't go into specific detail, but it definitely made me think about how our nation needs to come down harsher on illegal immigrants. I've always felt that way, especially since I started paying taxes. I'm doing everything by the book, and yet, these people who come here illegally are able to get Social Security numbers and driver's licenses? This is where MY hard earned money is going? WTF Uncle Sam? And it also made me think about a complaint that my mom has always had: seniors immigrating to America AFTER they've retired from their jobs in their home country and reaping the benefits of MY hard earned Social Security benefits. Again, WTF Uncle Sam? It doesn't make any sense. Ugh.

On a better note, I'm doing surprisingly well in my classes. Actually, I'm doing exceedingly well. Like, getting 95% on my tests well. That makes me happy. I'm well on my way to raising that GPA!

Dear Mr. President,

As we embark on a 4 year journey, I just have a couple of requests: Please don't screw up things any more than they are screwed up now. And try your hardest to follow through on the promises you've made to everybody. That is all. I'm tired of living in a country where its leaders are constantly NOT following through on the promises they made when they needed the vote.

I feel very fortunate to live in a country where one man's words are coming true today that people are not being "judged by the color of [one's] skin but by the content of their own character." And although this is not happening in evey aspect of life, the new leader of this great nation signifies hundreds of years of fighting for this particular human right.

God Bless America!

WEIRD

Before I start my weird dream story that I know all of you will love, I have to say this: I have probably the most gorgeous fireman neighbor ever. He's my age, and we've lived down the street from each other since we were in diapers. The entire family is filled with great people and anytime I go over there to ask for various things, I always manage to stay there for like an hour because I love talking with anyone of those amazing people. Ok, so here's my dream:

I was talking with "hot neighbor's" mom (no doubt borrowing a cup of sugar or something) and as I was walking back home, I come across this girl that looks familiar to me. I quickly remember seeing her picture on "hot neighbor's" myspace and realizing that she's his girlfriend. I decided to introduce myself. I said, "Excuse me, this may sound weird but are you [hot neighbor's] girlfriend?" She said yes and I replied, "Oh I thought so. My name is Marianne, I'm his neighbor. I recognized you from his myspace." Well, I guess that was the WRONG thing to say to her because she immediately assumed that I was trying to steal him away (which I was not) and proceeded to be a full on bitch to me. I was like, "Look, I just wanted to introduce myself. I'm not trying to steal him away. I was just trying to be nice."

Then all of a sudden, I'm snowboarding (because I clearly cannot ski) with some friends and run into "hot neighbor" and his girlfriend. I guess she decided to just tag along because she did not have the gear, but he did. I invited him to join us on the slopes and he was like, "Ok." But she wasn't. Again, she started accusing me of wanting to steal her boyfriend. Again, I said that I wasn't, that I was just being a friend.

Cut to me, "hot neighbor," and "bitchy insecure girlfriend" trapped inside an auto garage together in which some pretty sweet ass hot rods were there, plus the Delorean Time Machine from Back to the Future (apparently, it was an ACTUAL time machine). But they were using it as a simulator type thing. While the girlfriend was wandering somewhere in the oblivion, I asked my hot neighbor why he was with her because he was obviously bothered by how bitchy she was acting. And then I woke up.

Strange, I know.

This entry was supposed to be witty...

...but alas, it won't be. Something happened to me yesterday that made me want to write a ranting blog about stupid people and some of my pet peeves, but I seem to have forgotten exactly what it was I wanted to write about. Oh well, I guess it wasn't that important.

However, something else happened to me yesterday. And it made me think about people from my past. For some reason, I wasn't receiving any text messages on my phone and I thought it was just because people weren't sending them. But, all of a sudden, in the middle of class, I received like 8 messages from various people wishing me a Happy New Year. When I looked to see when they were sent, they had all been sent on New Year's Eve. Strange. Ok, so one of them was from my most recent ex boyfriend wishing me a Happy New Year. I felt extremely bad that I didn't respond to the message the night he sent it so I replied and we texted back and forth for awhile.

Another message I got was from this guy I met at a party a few months ago. It was nice to hear from him because I thought he had completely given up on me seeing as how I was extremely busy with Macbeth (yes I said it, no I'm not superstitious). Anywho, we started talking/texting which was nice. But I find it strange that all of these people from my past are showing up. I can't seem to figure out why. Like about 2 weeks ago, I got a friend request on Facebook from a guy that I knew all the way back in elementary/jr. high school. It's so strange.

Let's cut to last night. I walk into my Psych 105: Human Sexuality course and low and behold, there's a guy that I knew in high school that I had a thing with! And we've been placed in the same study group! I can't understand it. Why are all these people from my past showing up out of the blue?