Do Princes Really Have to be Politically Correct?

Alright, so my love Prince Harry has gotten himself into a bit of trouble again. And all I want to know is, what's the big deal?

Haz is going to be taking an "equality and diversity awareness" class that will be payed for by the British tax payers. Not on his own accord, but through orders of his regiment. Why? Well, Harry referred to his Afghani friend as an "Affy". Apparently, Harry was being racist.

ARE YOU FREAKING SERIOUS?

how many times have we had a nick-name for our friends that had to do with our backgrounds or physical appearance? It's just a part of life. There is no reason for Harry to take this course. Political correctness is ruining good friendly fun. It's taking away our thoughts, or at least controling them. How can we fully express ourselves if we are constantly concerned with offending the weaker beings? If they can't toughen up and deal with it, they deserve to be offended.

Life Has Changed A Lot

well, I'm not sure where to start. i'm a different girl than i was the last time i blogged.

I'm finally happy with school. I switched over to a Theatre major, so I'm actually learning about something that I care about. Been helping out with the play Two Gentlemen of Verona. And by helping out i mean i've been babysitting the dog during the show... she's a diva.

oh yeah, and i'm in love. It's strange because I never saw it coming... well i guess i did, but not immediately. I've been dating Chris for just about 4 months now. He picked me, no idea why, but i'm glad he did. I wasn't lying when i told guys that i didn't date. It was true, so if your reading this, and i've hurt your feelings, i didn't mean to. i was never really sure why i didn't date, until chris happened. then i realised that i was just waiting for him. alright enough of this sappy crap!

On 11 November, my house caught on fire. It wasn't burnt entirely to the ground, but it may as well have been. It is still in the process of being rebuilt, which makes no sense to me because they put up new houses in a week in those new developments, but then again, maybe i'm stupid. So i'm living in an appartment three blocks away from home. My nan's best friend lives downstairs, its her house. I don't really mind except that it makes it hard to forget that we're living in somebody else's house when she comes up the stairs to go to her attic or other things like that. Hopefully we'll be back home by early spring, but i don't know. The siding has been half-way done for a week or so, and they haven't done anything inside since then either. there are no upstairs walls yet, and i'm not sure what all has to be done. *sigh* oh well.

alas.

So I was going to do a myspace survey, but then i realised that they all ask the same questions, and anybody who cares enough to read it, already knows my answers. So, i've decided to waste my time on something more productive. Writing in my diary, that nobody else can read, except for of course anybody with the internet and the patience.

So I was getting attatched to this boy that I call jenny, which if anybody from work reads this, they'll know exactly who i mean but i don't really care anymore. but jenny is 17 and going off to college. I'm kinda sad about both of those things, I mean he's jailbait, and i don't get to see him anymore? How fair is that? He says i'll see him again, but things never turn out that way.

I guess the thing is, i'm starting to think that maybe this perpetually single thing isn't working out for me. All my friends have somebody, so when we hang out, i'm always the odd girl out. Finding a guy who comes close to being worthy of me, and is in the slightest bit interested, is harder than it seems. I mean, honestly, why is it always the ugly ones that are ballsy enough to say things to me? And when there's somebody that I'm comfortable with, and vise versa, they always leave. Whether temporary or long term, it's always long enough to make things awkward when i see them again.

damn. I quit.

and it starts...

I'm sitting here waiting for it to be time for me to leave for my summer class. I don't not want to go, but I'm not exactly excited either.

It's pscychology 100, so maybe it will make me a better blogger! lol. that would be great, just interpret what's wrong with everybody and post it online.... hmm maybe I should do that. well I don't know.

I really don't have anything to say, but I didn't have anything else to do.

peace

Ugh... and then some

Have you ever noticed how people show up at the most inopportune times for your mental well being? For example, that one person that you want to shove off of a cliff would more than likely be the same person who would call you to talk about a deadline for work on the day that you crashed your car. Or If you just got an amazing offer to go live in Scotland for a year with a pipe band full of well built kilties and your best friend decided that she had to be the attention whore and like O.D. on Vicodin and Clorox bleach and live to tell about it, thus creating a situation where you were unable to live with said kilties...

Well I have the same problem... sort of. There are a few guys in my life that could control me without even trying. My weaknesses that I don't like to point out. There are three to be exact. Four if you count Prince Harry, but as we have never actually met or contacted each other to begin with, he cannot be blamed for his blatent sex appeal. You see, these three guys I can eventually forget. It takes me a painfully long time, but in the end I do tend to be able to forget them after about 3 months of the last time I saw them. But then they always tend to show up just as I had forgotten about them. It's simple really. This week alone I recieved an IM from one, and saw another walking in the mall past my store. And a little while before, about two weeks ago, I found out that the other one broke up with his girlfriend.

It's a cruel trick of fate that my attention span is directly proportional to their ability to show up. It messes with my mind and I think I could pretty much just go insane at this moment. Maybe I should just jump one of them and get it over with. If only...

On that note, I leave you with this...
"It's not rape if you yell surprise!"

I Kissed A Girl

Because I have Katy Perry stuck in my head, I thought that I would do a blog on the girls that I would kiss. No Homo Though.


ScarJo Because she's just gorgeous! Totally my appearance role-model.


Ashley Tisdale. She's the ony reason that I sit through HSM. She's just fun and bubbley.

Hmm well, that's about it. I have high standards. Paris Hilton comes in close, but not quite. I would only kiss her in hopes that she'd pay me for it. And that I'd be kissing somebody who kissed Benji Madden (Paris is a lucky bitch!)

oh and off subject, i got a baby bunny! Her name is MollyWobbles. and she's the cutest thing on earth. I bought her from the farmer's market on tuesday. She likes me, but I think that Pumpkin is being mean to her.

over and out

sadness :(

so my bunny Louis is dieing and I'm sad. Not that anybody is really going to read this but who knows, it may help. He's partially paralyzed, and in a sort of coma now. its really hard to just sit and wait. I've been praying for him to just die instead of having to lay there like a vegetable. I can't really fathom how somebody that was just so full of life an energy can deteriorate so quickly. It breaks my heart because he was still trying to run around like he used to but he couldn't even stay up. Now he's got no life in his eyes, but he's still holding on. I wish I knew what he was waiting for. I think Colleen needs to come and get him. She was his mate and friend, she died this past august. but anyway, I'm heart-broken.

Here's a picture of my King Louis-Pierre.