I got sidekicked down the most active list.

Here we go.....home stretch. Finals, and hopefully graduation. Wish me luck!

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Karaoke!

For some reason, everyone's first question (other than "Karaoke?!") is 'Which songs do you sing?' Um, songs? I just like singing. Usually, the obvious choice is something I know well. And, well, I only know so many. But isn't the point of karaoke to sing songs you like that you only sorta know the words to?

Well, it is now. ;oP

Plus, votes please: what kind of nickname is "medium dark roast"?

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I want to say so much, but I'll do it this way. I'll tell the story, give my reaction, and then probably comment on why my reaction is unfair. (Be warned...this is mostly a vent entry.) And so it begins:

I have an 18 yr old sister. She just left home. That's the short version.

When she was 16, she left home for a month...hijacked down to Florida and survived by bumming off of random people. On her way back, she was arrested for withholding (sp?) information and then lying about who she was. My parents picked her up, brought her back, and she said she was different. So she got deeper into drugs, ditched school, and would dissappear for days at a time. Then finally, she turned around about 6-8 months ago...decided she wanted to go to college, wanted to get a job, wanted to 'do things right,' so to speak. She kinda changed her look. Got a job as an assistant. Started getting good grades and worked hard at school.

Then she turned 18. At first, things were fine. She just enjoyed her newfound 'adulthood' by buying her own cigarettes and going at in the evenings. Then my mom bought her a car under the agreement that my sister would work at paying off the car and pay insurance. Two weeks later my mom finds pot and confronts my sister. My mom says, more or less, "This isn't right, you're grounded...you can't see your friends for a while." My sister says "You can't do that-I'm 18." and leaves. She's been gone a week+.


When she left originally, it bugged me. A lot. It bugged me in the sense that I was so worried for her safety and stuff that my grades started dropping. I care for her lot. Now, that she's left again, I'm upset. But I feel....different. It's like I've come to terms with her childish approach to dealing with things. But I'm also a little bit livid. I mean, she's milking my mom for all she's worth. It'd be okay if she was using me. But not my mom. My mom was the one person who gave her the benefit of the doubt just about every time. My mom was the one who worked constantly to make her happy, to give her solutions to what she wanted. My mom has bent over backward putting up with my sisters crap. My mom helped get her her job. My mom bought the car in the first place. My mom feeds her, puts up with her inconsiderate friends, gives her a haven from my dad's crap, helped her with all her college crap, and she still thinks her life is hard. She thinks she's jaded, that she know's things. Things other people don't know about life people.

If she's so knowing, why doesn't she know to treat my mom better? I think my sister is intimidated by the real world. I think she's afraid of following in her sisters' footsteps and falling short of whatever she thinks is expected. I think she doesn't want to grow up. I think she wants what every kid wants- freedom without the responsibility. Only she can't man up.


I know I'm overreacting and it's not entirely my business. The interesting thing is that I'm...well...I accept that she is who she is. I understand that at this point she's going to be whatever she chooses and no one can change that. I won't try to. I just want to protect my mom and give her what she deserves. And she doesn't deserve my sister's crap.

P.S. It was hard writing with 'she' as the most common pronoun.

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This morning I left my classroom which is on the first floor of the building it's in. This means to exit said building, I must go up the stairwell to get out. So, I proceed to the stairwell. Now, these stairwells take up enough space on most floors, but since it only has one half of the flight, there is a corner in the stairwell. In this corner, I saw a guy, standing with his back turned to me. I thought, what's he doing? He then turned toward me, with a mostly-innocent face and walked past me. I first assumed he had to adjust his zipper or something, but I'm not sure what to think. He was half hidden and it's dark in that corner. So, my mind thought of worse possibilities (get your mind outta 'da gutta'!). For example, maybe he had mad crotch itch, I dunno. It just bothered me that he used the stairwell when the guy's loo is 20 feet away.

Speaking of zippers, who invented double zippers? There is a ridiculous amount of effort that goes into zipping these. Why do shirts have them? Not that I hate them; I just hate when it's cold and I can't zip them. Are double zippers fashionable? Is it fashionable to not be able to zip your sweater or hoodie? If so, fashion isn't worth that sacrifice.

Was that a ridiculous comment? Absolutely.

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That's me. I used to gripe at my sister over how ridiculous she was for refusing to walk 10 mins away. She always has to get a ride or drive. I'd talk about how in high school, I walked everywhere. It'd take 15-30/40 mins, but I'd still get there. But now, I'm guilty of being just as lazy. I dropped my car off at the shop and walked down the street. I got t the store and thought, wow-that wasn't fun. I looked my watch:

7 mins.

Pathetic? I think so. I'm not entirely out of shape since I've been working out a lot lately. But apparently that's not enough. I'm still a lazy, out-of-shape schmuck.

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Here are the movies I want to see (brace yourself):










I know they're not all top notch choices, but input/opinions are appreciated. :)

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