My new apartment has a 2-in-1 washer/dryer. It dries clothes straight after washing, which is great but not great because that means my clothes are extremely wrinkly after the whole cycle. I’ve never felt the need to iron my casual clothes until I started using this machine!

However, while ironing my monstrous pile of laundry this afternoon, I discovered that ironing is not a talent I possess:

It hurts :( I’ll have to learn how to iron without burning myself though, because wrinkly clothes have never been chic!

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Even though my 21st birthday is only a few days away, I’ve never been so upset that I’m not yet 21. All my friends are out at the bars and clubs and I’m stuck home alone on a Saturday night because I can’t get into the places they’re at. Thank GOD this is my last weekend as a 20-year-old because this seriously blows.

Oh 21st birthday, please hurry up and arrive before I have no social life to speak of…! (I kid. Well, kind of. I miss being able to go out and have wild nights, dammit! I never had this age problem in China!)

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The latest version of the WordPress app for the iPhone sucks balls. When there is an option to “save draft,” I expect the draft to, you know, save. But apparently that’s a little too much to ask for.

I’d write more about the issues I’ve been having with this latest version but I gotta run and I can’t save this as a draft and finish writing later so this sums it up for now. I can’t even exit the app to verify what version I’m using fir dear of losing what I’ve typed so far, so for the love of God, fix your “save draft” feature, because it was not like this before.

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There is this girl in my class that is holding my classmates and I back in terms of how fast we are learning and progressing.

And that is putting is very, very nicely.

She skipped a level to be in my class. Which is no easy feat, considering she skipped a little over an entire book (10+ chapters) of vocabulary and grammar. Not to mention the fact that her speaking, writing, and listening abilities are generally not up to par to the rest of us in the class. This isn’t just me being overly critical; hearing her speak in class and seeing writing samples proves this. How can she be on the same level as the rest of us when our speaking/writing/listening ability is the product of a semester’s worth of intensive immersion study, and not something we produced overnight?

It’s one thing to be a motivated student and pledge to catch up to be on the class level in addition to staying on top of current coursework. It’s another to not actually do any of that, and still expect to get by in class.

My class is the highest class level offered in my study abroad program, independent studies excluded. It’s not enough to just “get by.” I put in hours of homework a day just to prepare for the next day’s class. There are worksheets to complete, essays to write, new characters to memorize for daily dictation, texts to mark up with new vocabulary, grammar, and additional new words. It’s a tough workload, and it’s very draining. To do all that and catch up on the 10+ of materials the girl skipped is, in my opinion, a physically impossible feat. And currently, my opinion has yet to be proven wrong, because the girl has done absolutely nothing to start catching up. Other than hope that it’ll magically happen, without having to do any extra work of her own.

She has the gall to show up to class without any of the homework completed. Essays will go unwritten because she “didn’t understand the question.” (The essay topic was based on the text we had studied in class that day. It was pretty self-explanatory stuff – well, for someone who pays attention.) Worksheets will go uncompleted because she “was busy.” (With what? She didn’t have any answer to that question.) New words in the text will go undefined because… well, she had no reason for that one, either. (Looking new words up in a dictionary is pretty standard for any language class regardless of level, if you ask me.)

So much time is spent going over vocabulary and grammar that we already know but she has never learned, either in her previous class or through catching up on her own. It’s as though instead of learning new material, which we are supposed to be doing, my class is just constantly reviewing old material. She’s not a quick learner, nor is she a hard-working student, a deadly combination for this situation. If she can’t be bothered to do the bare minimum required for class, how is it feasible to think she will do the extra catch-up work required that comes with skipping a level? If her language ability is so clearly below mine and my classmates’, why is she still in my class?

I understand wanting to give every student a fair shot. I get that, I really do. But when doing so negatively impacts on other students’ learning, it’s time to cut the deadweight and move on. If she’s not making the effort and doing the work required of someone in her particular situation, why make the rest of us suffer for it?

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Chopsticks

Jan. 11th, 2011 06:43 pm

While I was out at lunch with family and some family friends, an aunty posed the following question at me before our food arrived: “Do you know how to use chopsticks?”

I could only stare at her, flabbergasted. Remember, I am half-Chinese, spent my childhood summers in Hong Kong, and am halfway through studying abroad in Beijing for a year. Do I know how to use chopsticks? Damn straight I do. I would be a downright embarrassment to my family and myself if I didn’t know how!

While I know this isn’t what the aunty was getting at, it made me think of the foreigners who come to places like China and refuse to adapt to local cultures, customs, and traditions. I don’t expect everyone who comes to China to know how to use chopsticks beforehand (although that would be the most practical) but I do expect those people to be willing to learn how to use them upon arriving in China. I do expect visitors to be open minded to the things they experience, encounter, and see in China. I’ve seen foreigners get frustrated with the salespeople and wait staff in China because of the worker’s inability to successfully communicate in English. It frustrates me to no end when visitors expect locals to speak languages like English fluently but have made no attempt whatsoever at learning the local language to help ease communication barriers.

It’s scary to step outside of a comfort zone; I’m not denying that. But honestly, if you’re going to requests forks at every eating establishment, eat only Western food (or the equivalent of whatever food is “safest” or most familiar), make no effort in learning the local language, etc., why bother going abroad?

It just seems like a waste of time.

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In a Funk

Nov. 28th, 2010 09:13 pm

Do you ever have one of those days where you’re just a little bit off with everything? You’re a little more spacey, a little more clumsy, a little less “in tune” with the rest of the world. There’s nothing in particular that really causes it, and there’s nothing in particular that helps you snap out of it.

Today has been one of those days. And ordinarily I would spend this kind of day in bed, away from the rest of the world. For me, I usually can snap out of these funks with a good night’s sleep. But that wasn’t an option today, as I have the biggest final exam of my life tomorrow. Not to mention I had a lunch-and-study date lined up with a friend this afternoon.

As you can imagine, studying for my exam hasn’t gone well. And lunch was unusually awkward and stilted. So now I’m terrified of my exam and fretting over how lunch was, on top of which my mood still feels a little strange. None of these things are exactly helping me jerk out of this reverie I seem to be in and get back in tune with the rest of the world…

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Biddy: A dumb ass bitch, usually 18 or younger. Picture it: short shorts, Ugg boots, string straight hair and mad eye makeup for a high school frosh. They go out at night looking for the party so they can get shitty on Mike’s Hard, cheap wine, or other people’s alcohol. They have a bun on the top of their head as if they rolled out of bed looking like a pre-pubescent prostitute. Being a biddy means being dumb is the cool thing to do.
- Urban Dictionary

My friend called me a biddy yesterday.

I think it goes without saying that I am obviously not a biddy. I know I am several things, but a biddy? No freakin’ way.

Honestly? If I were a biddy, I would own up to it. I own up to all the other not-so-flattering traits I have, so I wouldn’t deny being a biddy if it were true. But as much as I like to flirt and drink and dance when I go out, I’m classy about it. I definitely do not demonstrate any type of biddy behavior. I don’t get trashed, I don’t depend on other people to take care of me (and consequently ruining their night), I don’t get together with multiple guys in one night… in short, I don’t do anything stupid.

What bothers me most about being called a biddy is that it stemmed from a conversation about what my friend and I did last weekend. Obviously the weekend involved going out, and we were trading stories as we didn’t go out together. And our stories, despite experiencing them separately, pretty much amounted to the same thing: going out with friends, drinking, dancing, and meeting people. But because I am the girl, I was the one that got judged for my actions last weekend even though his weekend experience was essentially parallel to mine!

I hate how these double standards exist with guys and girls. They irritate me in any context, but they are especially annoying in social and romantic contexts. There are definitely biddies in this world (both of the male and female variety1), but just because I am a girl who likes to go out does not automatically make me a dumb biddy. Nor do I exhibit biddy behavior at any point in time!

  1. I can’t think of the guy equivalent for the term “biddy.” Is there one? Or do guys just get called biddies too? []

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Last night, I got into a tiff with my best friend. It was totally and completely 100% my fault, and I will freely admit that I was out of line. It’s hard for me to admit that I was wrong and say sorry, but in this case it was wholly necessary. And admit that I was wrong and say sorry I did – I don’t remember the last time I’ve given such a profuse and heartfelt apology before.

Luckily, we smoothed things over and have put this incident behind us. However, I’m still dealing with the guilty feelings I have about the whole thing. It’s like the guilt is gnawing away at my insides. I’ll be in the middle of doing something and start thinking about how awful I feel, or I’ll be contemplating something completely unrelated and realize that I’ve still got vestiges of guilt swirling around in my system.

I always get like this when I feel guilty; it takes over my mind and body. I’m left consumed by guilt with no idea how to work through/past it. It’s usually only when I know something is completely my fault, as I’m generally not prone to feeling guilty all the time. When I do feel guilty, though, I sure feel it; I don’t know anyone whose stomach can literally hurt from this kind of feeling.

Maybe it’s because I have an issue with forgiveness. I don’t forgive easily, and thus when I am forgiven by someone I rarely feel like I deserve it. But I gotta find some way to either never feel guilty or deal with guilt (and forgiveness) better, because this is most definitely not healthy for my mind, body, or relationships.

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I’ve been debating what is the most powerful way to convey how awful my train ride from Hefei to Beijing was. It’s surprisingly difficult to convey just how hellish some experiences are, and this one was by far and away the worst travel experience I’ve ever had. Yes, it was even worse than the time I got drunk, violently ill, and then hungover on a train. It was that bad.

Two of my friends and I were taking the train from Hefei to Beijing at the end of our Huangshan trip. It was an 18 hour train ride, and we had hard seats. We knew it was going to suck, but we were determined to make the best of it. However, what we did not prepare for was the fact that seated in our section of the train (and by section, I mean right next to us) was a mother and her baby. This baby was wearing these assless chaps that are all the rage for babies here in China, and the mother had no grasp whatsoever of basic social and hygienic norms.

I am sure you can all guess where this is going.

The combination of lack of sleep, uncomfortable seats, absolutely no personal space, the ignorant mother, a very hungry (and consequentially, the owner of a very active bladder) baby, and long hours meant that the train ride was one straight from hell. Going from paradise at the peak of Huangshan to the bowels of hell on the train is a very long way to fall…

Here’s a blow-by-blow account of what happened, along with some accompanying photos:

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It’s been over 85F in Chicago ever since I returned from Europe which is hot, hot, hot. (Today, thankfully, is a little cooler than it was yesterday.) Actually, 85F is typically rather nice weather if there’s a nice breeze and the sun is out and there’s no humidity. But still, in that scenario I picture myself living in a house with air conditioning. Right now, that is not the case.

The air conditioner in my house broke down the day before I left for Europe, right when Chicago was going through an unusually long heat wave. When I returned home, I knew the air conditioner would still be broken (duh) but I hoped that the Chicago weather would have cooled down at least a little. I was wrong. The weather now is actually hotter than what it was in late July, and I am sweltering in this heat. It is hotter in my house than it is outside. I don’t even have fans to help cool off!

It is disgustingly hot both outside and inside my house (the inside temperature almost hit 90F once, which was only two degrees cooler than the outside temperature; right now it is 72F outside and 85F inside) and I constantly want a bucket of ice that I can plunge my head into. It’s bad enough that I don’t have a fan to cool off with, but about 90% of my house is carpeted. I’ve always thought carpet was disgusting (do you know how much dust gets trapped in there? Unless you get your carpets professionally cleaned, you’re not getting any of that dust out when you vacuum) but it does nothing to help cool down the house. The house I stayed at in Germany had no air conditioning but it had wooden and tile flooring, which did wonders to keep the temperature in the house down.

I hereby vow to not have any carpet in my future home. That, and to make sure I have an air conditioner that won’t break down in the middle of a heat wave!

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Since my return home from my short trip last week, I have been very, very busy. I’ve had to catch up on assignments that I had to get extensions for, as well as work on the final projects/assignments since the summer session is winding down for the two classes I’m taking. My mom got surgery a few days ago and I’ve been busy with taking care of her and keeping house. I’m trying to wrap up loose ends for my upcoming trips, like plane tickets and accommodation, which is never an easy task.

These responsibilities have been compounded with headache-inducing frustration and stupidity from various “professionals” in my life. All the stuff I’ve already mentioned has been pretty commonplace for me this summer; classes, vacation-planning, and family responsibilities aren’t exactly new territory for me. But there are some other things on my plate that have become far more complicated and drawn out than is necessary, which has been causing me untold amounts of stress. All of it comes back to the same thing: I have to chase up various professionals in my life for overdue answers.

  • The results of a blood test
    I had a blood test done a month ago. Nothing fancy, just routine check up stuff. She told me that the nurse would call me in 4-5 days with the results of my test. 4-5 days passed… nothing. 2 weeks passed… nothing. By the time the one-month mark was hovering along the horizon, I placed a phone call to the nurse and asked what was going on. Cue several more instances of phone tag before I got my results – one month after I had been promised them, and only after I had called the nurse multiple times. What ludicrousness. What if I had been dead and dying of some horrible, deadly disease? More importantly, why was it up to me to push and push the nurse to do her job of obtaining the results of my blood test?
  • My banker’s inefficiency at her job
    At the closest branch of my bank, there is this one lady who is an absolute trainwreck. She’s incredibly careless. She forgets to tell you things like required minimum balances or service fees. She also has a tendency to make typos when it comes to bank account and routing numbers, which is obviously a huge mistake in the world of banking. A month ago, I had to get a letter from my bank with my account and routing number information. She wrote it and I mailed it; I had thought that was that. Wrong. Apparently, she mistyped one of the numbers, because I got notified that the letter couldn’t be processed. I probably should have double-checked the numbers in the letter before I mailed it, but come on – the woman is a banker. Bankers should know better than to mistype account and routing numbers. After an additional, and very frustrating, trip to the bank, I got a copy of another letter with my correct information.
  • My school’s abroad office’s lackadaisical manner
    Being lackadaisical isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but when it comes to running an office that sends students abroad, it is a very, very bad thing. I need a visa to study abroad in China next year, and until I get documents from my abroad office for proof of student status, I can’t apply for the visa. The office has known since April 15 (read: they’ve known for two months!!) how many students are going to China. However, I have yet to receive any forms for my visa. This is a problem. Starting July 1, I am out of town, and starting July 27, I am out of the country. How am I supposed to take care of my visa if I am not at home to a) receive the visa documentation and 2) apply for the visa? This is an abroad office. They should know that students travel during the summer. Hell, I have made it clear to my advisor that starting July 1, I won’t be around to apply for my visa and if that happens, I’m screwed. I just really want my documents so I can get my visa and secure entry into China for next year. Is that too much to ask for from an abroad office? I don’t think so.

In all three instances I have had to make numerous phone calls, send various emails and even make trips to the office to get things done. It’s stressful, it’s ridiculous and it’s not part of my job description. It’s not fun to be a nagging bitch; I don’t particularly enjoy it. All of these people are paid to do their job. So why do I have to chase them around until I get answers? Why am I the one scrambling for information that was promised to me weeks ago? Why has it become my responsibility to make sure things get done or risk things falling apart when they are the professionals, not me?

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First and foremost, I feel that I should say that I have never worked as a waitress, so I’m sure some will discount the rest of this entry because of that fact. But this entry has been a long time in the making and is the result of numerous observations in my experiences dining out at restaurants where there is wait staff involved.

It is customary for wait staff to ask diners if they would like anything to drink once they are seated. Wait staff almost always ask about the drinks first, leave, return with drinks, leave again, and then come back after an interval once the customers have decided what they want to order for food. And so on and so forth, until the bill is paid (inclusive of a hefty tip) and the table is cleared and the next round of diners are seated. Everyone who’s ever dined out before knows this drill.

Based on this pattern and my vast experiences dining out (yay college!), I’ve come to the following conclusion: The quality of service you get from your respective waiter/waitress depends on what type of drink you order.

If you order an alcoholic beverage (expensive), you are treated more attentively by the waiter/waitress. If you order a soda or a juice (average), you are treated decently. But if you order a water (free), good luck with getting the kind of attentive treatment the person who ordered alcohol would get!

It all comes down to the tip factor, doesn’t it? The more expensive the stuff you order is, the more expensive the bill is going to be and thus, higher the tip. Therefore, if you order an alcoholic drink or soda or juice (or anything other than water, really), there’s hope for a great tip yet. But if you order a water, more often than not you get automatically judged for being a cheapskate and one of the following happens: 1) the waiter/waitress tries to subtly hurry you along so they can turn over the table faster, or 2) the waiter/waitress tends to the rest of their tables before they tend to you. Hey, you just ordered water, so unless you order something monstrously expensive your bill isn’t going to be as expensive as the table that just ordered cocktails!

As someone who almost always orders water in restaurants, I find this all to be more than a little frustrating. I don’t always order water because it’s free. (Not that I’m complaining about the price.) No, I order water because 1) I can’t legally order alcohol as I’m underage, 2) I already don’t drink enough water during the day so whenever I get the chance to I drink it, and 3) it’s the healthiest option. If I’m out at a restaurant the chances of me ordering a small-sized, healthy and non-fattening dish are about zero, so the water will help me feel less guilty about what I eat!

What I don’t really understand, though (and this is where my lack of waitressing experience becomes a relevant factor) is why this beverage-ordering theory of mine impacts the quality of service by the waiter/waitress. I understand the whole final-amount-of-bill-affects-amount-of-tip thing, but the percentage paid in tips isn’t set in stone. It’s like a sliding scale; people pay anywhere between 10-20 percent. I’m far more likely to pay a 20 percent tip if the quality of service I receive is great; I’m more inclined to pay only 15 percent if the waiter/waitress blows me off after I place my order for water.

So, wait staff of the tipping world, take note: if you roll your eyes at me when I order water (this has happened before), it doesn’t matter how much the dishes I order are or what the final price of my bill is. Your tip is not going to be anything to write home about.

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Dear Facebook/Mark Zuckerberg/The Facebook Powers That Be,

I can see straight through your PR spin of “building the social web together” when the new Facebook platform was announced. I don’t need new ways for my online experience to be personalized, because essentially that’s just another tool to divulge more personal information about me and my dis/likes for everyone to see across the World Wide Web. I don’t even bother reading the stuff that my friends choose to “Like” on Facebook because more often than not it’s stupid stuff like “Why do I even miss you?” or “If you ask me to hold your drink, I will drink it”1. So why would I want to be privy to this kind of stuff all across the web? Do I really have to know what specific type of Levi’s jeans my friend chose to “like” on the Levi’s website? No, not really. If I really wanted to know, I could just, you know, do it the old school way and ask him or her instead.

I already have enough qualms about how addicted to Facebook my generation has become over the last few years and how much Facebook has permeated society and created various societal norms that are continually reinforced2. This is especially disconcerting when considering that much of Facebook’s recent changes to the platform eliminates previously established privacy settings. Despite Facebook’s claims to the contrary, Facebook is more public now than it ever was before and users need to check through each and every single setting under the “Privacy” tab of their account to make sure they’re not sharing private information with strangers.

I also have a problem with how this new “Instant Personalization Pilot Program” and how all users are automatically opted into sharing personal public information with third party websites such as Microsoft Docs.com, Pandora and Yelp. Sure, public information is fair game, but when your relatively recent privacy changes affected which personal information became public, a lot of users are going to end up sharing information they thought was private. Even if I uncheck the box that says “Allow select partners to instantly personalize their features with my public information when I first arrive on their websites” I’m told that my friends that participate in this personalization program can still share my public information. So then I have to individually block the applications for the third party websites involved in the personalization program to ensure that my personal information remains, well, personal. Even then I’m not sure I’ve wholly prevented third party websites from accessing my information.

I’m not the only one that thinks the new platform and the personalization program sucks. While I don’t realistically think Senators asking Facebook to reconsider the way they divulge user information to third party websites is going to do anything, it’s definitely a sign that something is amiss when it comes to Facebook’s new features.

  1. Both of these are taken directly from what’s currently on my news feed. I’m not making this stuff up. []
  2. Wow, my professor was totally right when she said the theories and communication models we studied this semester would be relevant in every day life. Props to her. []

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Smoking is something that has absolutely never interested me, unlike some other aspects of college life. There are a multitude of reasons why, but in the end, it all amounts to this: it’s just something I choose not to do. It doesn’t matter to me whether others do it, but it’s not something I personally am interested in. Needless to say, the “holiday” that is 4/20 is something I find stupid, but since it’s all part of a counterculture I’m not a part of, I do my best to refrain from judging and go about my own business the way I would any other day.

However, when those who “observe” 4/20 start smoking in the godforsaken early hours of the morning and set off the fire alarm at 8:27a.m., I will totally hardcore judge. I don’t care if they smoke; they can do what they want. But when they are stupid enough to smoke in the dorms and set off the fire alarm and the sprinklers on the floor, then they are dumbasses, regardless of whether or not today is 4/20. When the sprinklers are involved, it’s not even about how the fire alarm disturbed the sleep of so many students anymore. It’s about damaged property that the school won’t cover unless a specific type of insurance has already been purchased prior to the incident.

Also, I just got an email from the District of Columbia Water and Sewer Authority telling me not to use tap water until further notice because of an unsafe spike in the amount of chlorine in the water. According to the email, “water with excess chlorine may have… taste and odor problems… the chlorine may also cause a reaction in individuals with sensitive skin.” I washed my face and brushed my teeth with tap water this morning, does this mean my face and/or the inside of my mouth is going to react from the chlorine?

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Dear Birds Chirping Outside My Window,

I am happy spring has finally sprung. I love that the skies are an endless blue with a bright burning yellow sun, I love that I can wear skirts and flip flops, I love that (if I had the free time) I could lay outside all day and soak up the sun. I love the flowers blooming all over campus, I love the arrival of the cherry blossoms, I love the elated happiness I get every time I realize winter is finally over and spring is here.

I know that you birds like spring, too. After all, spring means you guys can emerge from torpor and go about your daily lives, often starting little birdie families. All the more power to you for enjoying spring to the fullest, really. But do you really have to chirp at each other incessantly from 1am to 4am right outside my window?

I tried closing my window last night to give you guys some privacy, but your chips were so loud that a closed window made no difference. I also was trying to get to sleep, since I had spent all day doing homework and wanted to get a good night’s sleep to continue working away the next day (today). That didn’t happen. I did manage to finish my paper for my lit class, but whether or not I managed to write a persuasive argument at 3am fueled by nothing but frustration at your chirping remains to be seen.

How about a compromise? You guys can chirp all you want during the day, and then shut up at night so I can go to sleep. I think that’s fair, right? That way, you can still chirp away but it won’t interfere with my sleeping schedule. I most definitely do not want to go all Zooey Deschanel from Failure to Launch on you1… I think that would be a very unfortunate way to end this saga, don’t you?

  1. Zooey’s character shot a bird that would not stop chirping outside her window. []

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Whenever I watched the 2010 Vancouver Winter Olympics, NBC aired commercials for the newest season of Celebrity Apprentice. I believe the premiere of the show is tonight, actually. Hosted by Donald Trump, this season’s celebrities include Bret Michaels, Sharon Osbourne, Michael Johnson, and Cyndi Lauper. I don’t usually give two hoots about The Apprentice, celebrity or not, but one contestant is my ex-governor: Rod Blagojevich.

Blagojevich was impeached from his position as Governor of Illinois after it was revealed that he was allegedly trying to sell Barack Obama’s former Senate seat to the highest bidder. Prior to this scandal, there had already been talks of corruption by Blagojevich, but this particular incident was the last straw and the impeachment process began. Let’s face it, Illinois governors are not known for resisting becoming corrupted. Essentially, the man made a mockery of the U.S. government system. After news of the impending impeachment broke, Blagojevich still insisted that he had the power to appoint Obama’s Senate replacement. Blagojevich ushered in the current Illinois junior senator, Roland Burris, in the last few days he still retained gubernatorial power. Both Burris and Blagojevich were heavily criticized for this, but that’s another story.

Blagojevich’s wife, Patti, was a contestant in last summer’s I’m a Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here. The show took place in Costa Rica, and Blagojevich was not allowed to accompany his wife to Costa Rica because he was in the process of being indicted. I have equal issue with Blagojevich’s wife on a reality TV show1, but every time I see Blagojevich smirk in the commercials for Celebrity Apprentice and say, “You’re fired? Yeah, I’ve heard that one before,” I want to slap him.

He wasn’t fired! He was impeached from office and indicted on corruption charges!

Why is the man allowed to be a contestant on Celebrity Apprentice? Why on earth is he still in the public spotlight, garnering celebrity, and retaining his fortune, when the man should be suffering reparations for his corruption as governor? Why are there not measures in place to prevent people who should be ashamed for their actions from smugly parading themselves around on TV?!

  1. Blagojevich’s wife stated she did the show for financial reasons. The Blagojevich’s financial problems are most likely tied to the legal fees for Blagojevich’s trial. Patti Blagojevich is famous because she is the wife of a disgraced former governor, which is why she got invited to be on a reality show, but that’s also where the financial troubles stem from. Isn’t there something wrong with this picture? []

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Dear Person Who Keeps Pulling the Fire Alarm1,

I like to get a full night’s worth of sleep on the weekends. Unfortunately, your tendency to pull the fire alarm at some ungodly hour when I am fast asleep is really starting to be a problem when it comes to me getting uninterrupted sleep. I’m pretty sure it’s not just me you’re bothering; you’re rapidly becoming a hated enemy of three residence halls as we all have to evacuate whenever you decide to pull the alarm. I hope you can count, because that’s a lot of people to piss off.

I don’t really care why you have such an affinity for pulling the fire alarm at 3a.m. Maybe you’re pledging a fraternity/sorority, maybe you get a rush whenever you hear the blare of a fire alarm, maybe you keep forgetting that foil does not belong in a microwave when you want to heat up food to appease your cravings for a midnight snack. Whatever it is, stop pulling the fire alarm. I’m serious. You’re an ass for doing so.

Not only do you force three residence halls to evacuate in the early hours of the morning, but you’re also making us stand outside for prolonged amounts of time until the all-clear is sounded and we are allowed back inside. This isn’t as much of a problem in the summer, but it is most definitely an issue in the winter, particularly as there are still mountains of snow on campus from our recent blizzards. I’d rather not catch pneumonia or bronchitis because of your stupidity, thanks.

I suppose I should be grateful for your consideration, as you did pull the fire alarm in the early a.m. on Sunday morning the last two weekends. It could be worse, such as if you pulled the fire alarm on a week night during the next two weeks, as midterms are fast approaching…

Now is probably a good time to state that if you even think of pulling the fire alarm in the middle of the night during the week of midterms, I will have your head. Consider yourself warned.

  1. I realize that the chance of it being the same person pulling the fire alarm on multiple occasions is very slim, but it is easier to direct this rant at one individual rather than a group. []

Cross-posted from breakthesky.net. Please leave any comments there.

I’ve been getting more and more irritated with Taylor Swift lately. Mainly it’s because I think that while she is talented, she’s getting to be more and more overrated. And after watching the 2010 Grammy Awards last night, a lot of the stuff that has been bothering me about Taylor suddenly fell into place.

Yes, she is a talented songwriter, even though her live performances are mediocre at best (at least, judging by her performances at the Grammys). And yes, she is a good role model and sends a positive message to young girls through her music1. But is she a country singer? No. She may have been, once upon a time, but she most definitely is not anymore. Just because she plays the guitar in her songs doesn’t make her a country singer. Not when her songs are more fluffy pop than anything else.

When Taylor performed her rendition of You Belong With Me featuring Stevie Nicks, there was something not quite right about the song. It took about a verse for me to figure out why the song sounded so strange. Why, she reworked it so that it actually sounded like country music rather than pop! I’m not saying it was a bad rendition of the song; it was fairly enjoyable. But what bothered me about it is that country music is supposed to be Taylor’s niche. She markets herself as a country artist but has a chart-topping album full of guitar-infused pop songs and seems to only sing country-style music when performing with other country singers at music award ceremonies. Hmm, what’s wrong with this picture?

There was a lot of what I saw of the Grammys that had a lot left to be desired and frankly, most of it has to do with Taylor Swift. But what annoys me the most is that Taylor won Best Album of the Year. Lady GaGa should have won that award, hands down. Lady GaGa had four #1 singles off her debut album and she lost Best Album of the Year to Taylor? Give me a break.

ETA: “The Surprised Awards Show Faces of Taylor Swift” made me LOL. :P

  1. Although by the way she keeps ragging on Joe Jonas over how the pair broke up, I’m not so sure. But that’s a different argument entirely. []

Cross-posted from breakthesky.net. Please leave any comments there.

When I live at home, I have to deal with my asshat neighbor, although the issues with said neighbor only really are a problem in the summer. I assumed that I’d only have neighborly troubles at home, but since the semester started three weeks ago, it looks as though a bitter dispute, at the very least, is bound to break out between my roommate and I with our neighbors1.

The root of the issue is noise. It’s a pretty common problem in dorm-style living, and usually noise issues are resolved by knocking on the door of the noisy room and asking its occupants to quiet down. And most of the time, that’s enough to take care of the situation, and it keeps the Resident Assistant (RA) out of the situation and there’s no documentation of the incident to go on anyone’s record. Except when the noise is at such a level when you can clearly hear lyric-for-lyric what song the neighbors are listening to and they speak at such a volume that you know one of the girls lost a hairpin and a boy who was hanging out in the room found it by searching under her bed, there is a problem.

My roommate and I have both asked our neighbors to be quiet on separate occasions multiple times in the past two weeks2. We have always been mindful to ask them to lower the noise level during “quiet hours”3 even though they are generally loud all the time. Last night, however, was the final straw. When we asked them to be quiet, a boy in the room yelled a slur against my roommate after she had taken barely two steps away from the room. In response, one of my neighbors started making insulting (and false) comments about my roommate and me.

This, more than anything, is what is prompting my roommate and me to take further action about this situation. It is no longer adequate to just ask them to be quiet and hope that they respect our request (for the record, they usually don’t). My roommate and I are discussing our options and will not hesitate to file a formal complaint about this situation if necessary. It’s not just about the noise anymore; it’s about the disrespect and rudeness. We have never made slurs against or insulted our neighbors, much less done anything that warrants that behavior targeted at us, and we will not tolerate it.

  1. Two new girls moved into the room next door as the old occupants moved out at the end of last semester. []
  2. It’s only been three weeks into the semester and we decided to let the noise slide during the first week back. []
  3. Quiet hours are from 11pm – 8am weekdays, 1am – 10am weekends. []

Cross-posted from breakthesky.net. Please leave any comments there.

There is this one girl who lives on the floor that is connected to mine who smells disgusting. Honestly, I’ve never met anyone that smelled even remotely that bad in my life. What’s worse is that not only does she smell, but her stench lingers around for hours on end. I’ve never seen her properly, but I definitely know where she’s been because I always find myself gagging over putrid air in the common areas of my floor.

It’s not fair to the rest of the floor to have to put up with her smell. I can’t go into the lounge/kitchen, bathroom, laundry room or even hallway if she’s been there recently because her smell sticks around for hours and I find myself trapped in my room. Sometimes I arm myself with a can of Febreze and spray the hall area outside my room to combat the stench, which is somewhat effective, but unless I start buying Febreze shares that’s not really a viable long-term option.

Besides, it’s just plain unhealthy to smell that bad because that means there is a serious lack of hygiene going on. When you live in dorm housing and have to share all the facilities and common areas, it’s common courtesy to maintain good hygiene and cleanliness. There are perfectly acceptable showers, toilets, and laundry machines for everyone to use. Considering the girl doesn’t actually even live on my floor (she lives on a floor that’s connected via a bridge-type thing) I don’t think it’s too much to ask for her to maintain proper hygiene if she insists on using another floor’s facilities!

Regular bathing is an option in a college dorm. I hope this girl discovers that fact soon without the RA having to intervene…

On an un-related (and much happier) note, thank you to all who nominated me for Best Teen Weblog at the 2010 Bloggies!

Cross-posted from breakthesky.net. Please leave any comments there.

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