God Bless America!

Woohoo it's the fourth of July in the wonderful world of America. Pass the sparklers and the hot dogs and let's celebrate some freedom from tyranny.

Well, in the perfect world, in the perfect neighbourhood, in the perfect backyard, in the perfect family, that is exactly how it would go down.

Actually it goes a little something like this.

The colonies refused British rule for one reason and one reason only: it wasn't in their best interest financially. To be honest, it wasn't in their best interest financially to all become one country. The state system has worked out surprisingly well (one might argue until the recent past when states were no longer known by their name, capitol and state bird but by the "red state blue state" phenomenon) and will in all likelihood work out for years to come. The only time I ever heard talk of revolution was in a study hall in high school from someone who saw the hammer and sickle I had drawn on my notebook. Ah to be a young socialist. I'm still a young socialist, but I'm practical and peaceful enough to know that toting guns and filling peoples' heads with the ideas of men who lived 100, even 200 years ago is simply asking for trouble. I own and read the manifesto, in fact it's one of my favourite pieces of literature, but it could use some updating.

So, the 13 colonies became 1 brand spanking new country. If problems could be converted to gasoline we would still be running on the 'problems' of our fore fathers. But we made it, and we're here now, after a long and tumoltuous journey through time. We're still a very young country, and we have very much to learn (as does the rest of the world).

Call me a typical American but I think we're the best country in the world, with the best people in the world. I love this country with all my heart. If someone disrespects this country and these amazing people I'd be the first to correct their mistake. And I'm proud to be an American.

In this country.

When I travel abroad I tell people I'm from Canada. I learned that the hard way. People are not at all friendly to Americans. So, when I'm visiting Ireland I am from St. John's, Newfoundland Canada. I think the winters are horrendous but I do enjoy the fresh cod in the spring mm mm mm. The regatta sailing ferstival is simply the best on the East Coast eh?

They'd never know I was born and raised in Connecticut, in the United States, nowhere near the water and nowhere near Canada.

But I do love this country. I hate the way it is treated and the way our people are talked about, like we're monsters. There are monsters everywhere in this world, it's not unique to Americans. We didn't all elect George Bush, and I can guarentee that 95% of us are completely sorry for every remark that leaves his big fat mouth.

As an American I apologize for our dumbass leader. As an American I say, God bless America, the country where anything was possibly for my ancestors. You welcomed them in when their homelands had nothing left to offer. I am eternally grateful to this great country, and all it has to offer. God bless America indeed, and may all Her people live in peace and harmony with the rest of the world in the VERY near future.

Rabbit Rabbit

Happy first day of Joo lie!

In the second grade Mrs. Garger told us that the first thing you should say when you wake up on the first day of the month is "rabbit rabbit." That way you'll have a spectacular month. I try to have it be the first thing I say, or at least one of the first things I say. All in all the months have varied between abbhorent and fabulous between the ages of 7 and 19.

So I'm thinking about book ideas, about stuff to write about, and I think I'm on to something.

I think I'm going to write about a completely normal college student, perfectly harmless, well on her way to getting her degree, a steady job, and a pretty little family. And then suddenly strange things start happening on her campus. Things disappear, increasing in importance as the book progresses. And then people start to disappear. And then people turn up dead.

No one suspects the completely normal college student. And then she graduates, finds a steady job, starts to raise a pretty little family, and everything goes back to the way it was.

I'm still working out the kinks. Basically it's a murder mystery/psychological thriller.

I want to write something to wake people the hell up. There is something seriously wrong with the mental health of the young people in this world, particularly in this country. I'm only 19, I can't counsel people illegally and I don't know enough to do it effectively, but some day I want to help make things better for the mentally ill.

That's why I'm an English/psychology double major.

Bosom Buddies

My best friend and I have been best friends since somewhere in the neighbourhood of 1st grade. Of course, I did think she was a boy, and I often wondered (vocally) why a boy was in the girl scouts with us. She did look like a boy for a very long time, and she was always hanging out with this stupid boy, Michael Cornoyer, and getting into trouble with him.

And then she discovered me, and my awesomeness, and we became the best of friends. We were the bad kids of the girl scout troop. I wouldn't be terribly surprised to learn that the reason our troop leaders ditched our entire troop was because of how awful my best friend and I were, in terms of handling little girls. We were just generally a mess, and took advantage of the fact that our troop leaders neither controlled our grades or had the balls to tell our parents what little demons we were.

We quit girl scouts in 6th grade, when we had to switch troop leaders, merge with another troop, and deal with all that non sense. We stayed best friends though, and in late elementary school we picked up two more girls to be in our little clique. The four of us are still best friends, and whether or not we stay in the same town (highly unlikely) we are only a phone call away and we all love each other dearly.

That is to say, we love each other when we're not fighting. I don't fight with anyone the way I fight with my best friend. I don't even fight with my other two best friends. I may have raised my voice to them once or twice, but we just don't fight.

My very best friend and I, however, have no issue fighting, and we do it vehomently.

Usually when we fight, it just takes its course and we forgive each other and that is that. This time it's not going to happen that way.

Last year we weren't in each other's faces all the time so we didn't have an opportunity to fight. When we came home on breaks and things, we were in each other's faces, so when we did fight we had the opportunity to deal with it like we used to.

But I'm sick and tired of being treated like this, and I can't imagine how her friends at college deal with it. She is so freakin stubborn it's not even funny. She needs a wake up call.

And the only way I know how to wake her up is to not deal with her immaturity anymore. So if she wants to repair this friendship of 13 sumodd years, she should apologize for her actions. Grow a pair and manup.

It's not my problem anymore because I am not limited in my friendships anymore. This isn't high school where if you don't hang out with one person from your group of friends you are isolating yourself from all of your friends. Not to mention the fact that we never even hang out at my best friend's house or really do anything with her unless I come up with the plans. We're always hanging out at my house or going places I suggest. And now it's summer, and a million degrees, and my friends are going to want to go swimming in my pool.

My best friend is cutting off her nose to spite her face, and she can be my guest. I am done with her bullshit.