A Little ♥ and Soul

Yes, it is true. I am presently making my Christmas playlist. I figure there's less than a week till Thanksgiving and it's well after Halloween, therefore, I am allowed. :) In other news, this is my 100th entry! Yay me! Also, in more news, I think I'm lactose intolerant. I ate 2 slices of pizza for dinner tonight and my stomach was not happy. Which makes me not happy because I am constantly going downstairs to my bathroom to...yeah. So for all of you veggies, vegans, lactose intolerant fellow beings, or people who just don't drink regular pasteurized cow milk: is rice milk a good replacement? I'm not completely sold on the whole soy milk thing yet. Especially after the Jeremey Piven soy milk/man boob debacle I just don't know. I mean, being a girl and all, I don't have to worry about soy milk giving me breasts, I just don't really like the taste. So rice milk? I already like rice milk without adding sugar or other flavorings. So what's worth eating/...

School. Need I say more? I mean seriously. So far this weekend, I have spent hours upon hours researching whether or not consumers would change their shopping habits if they knew how poorly sweatshop employees were being treated. Let me tell you, most people would care about it, but really? There's no way for an individual consumer to change those policies that affect those poor people in sweatshops. I mean yeah, you could go shop at American Apparel or People Tree - who is based in the UK - but when I went to price some of their stuff out, some of it was pretty expensive. More money than I would spend on clothes for myself. *Side note on American Apparel: Your marketing tactics make me throw up. Half dressed girls are not going to make me want to buy your shiz even if its ethically made and/or super inexpensive. If I can see the girl's butt or even bare boobs whilst perusing your website, I don't want to buy it. I'm sorry to those who read my blog and buy their clothin...

So, I was reading one of the blogs I follow today before I started my serious effort to catch up on my homework and I came upon this particular post . Check out the name of the bride-to-be and where she grew up. My gran and my parents used to take us kiddies to Griffith Park all the time when we were little. Coincidence?

Yes, I've changed my blog header...again. But you'll be glad to know that I'm not going to be changing it any time soon because it was a lot of work and honestly I like it enough to not change it ever again. Plus, it's way past my bedtime. Here is a photo list of who I would like to see in my dreams:

So, I have a writing assignment in my English class where I have to write a dialog as part of a transformation paper. A self-introspection piece, if you will. I picked something I never talk about. Ever. Well, rarely. Ok, ok, I "talk" about it, but mostly I write about this part of my life only once a year and I share only a small, small, small portion of what went on. I chose the last "conversation" I had with my mom. It was a monologue that's for sure. I told her that I loved her and if she stayed I'd change my mind about going to Long Beach State and stay home and go to school in town. That conversation happened at 1 AM and she passed away about 3 hours later. I was half expecting a miracle that she'd live a little longer. I also ended up not going to LB State putting what I thought what I wanted to do on hold. I have to read the conversation I had with my dad prior to talking with my mom out loud in front of my English class in about 12 hours. At thi...

I love ee cummings. I love the fact that he spells his name using all lower case letters. its quirky. Here's one of his poems that I really like. Oh, and yes, I fell for this poem before it was used in "In Her Shoes". i carry your heart with me i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my hear)i am never without it( anywhere i go you go, my dear, and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet) i want no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

*ETA: This has been sitting in my draft box for a few days. I wasn't sure who even read my blog, but at this point, since so many people have been talking about it, I'm finally finishing and publishing this post. I'm not sure why people were getting in such a tizzy over President Obama's speech to school-aged children all over the United States. Seriously. I read the transcripts and there was absolutely nothing even remotely political in it. Why would a Utah County parent pull their kid out of school so they could miss this speech? If it were anyone other than President Obama, would they have left them in school to hear the speech? And why were schools so worried about sending notices or even permission slips? Did they think that the President was going to brainwash them or force them to have the same ideals and opinions as he? Honestly. All he really said was stay in school. If you make a mistake or fail, it doesn't mean you're stupid or dumb. It just means you...