4 Days till Freedom

4 Days until school is over! Well, finals come first, but who really cares about those anyway? Just kidding.. sort of.

I don't have much to talk about. I could go on a p0litical rant about how I'm registering to vote in a couple days, and when the election rolls around I'll probably be writing in Mickey Mouse because all of the candidates are idiots, and Mickey Mouse really WOULD make a better president than all of them. But I won't stand on my soapbox today. :)
I could talk about Mr. Scordino, but I don't know him well enough to do him justice. From what I hear, he was awesome and had a heart of gold, despite his many threats to crucify and/or sit on students.
I could talk about how sad I am that this is my last Monday in High School, my last week at Carmel, blah blah blah... But I would be lying. It's scary to leave high school, that's for sure... but am I particularly sad about it? Quite honestly..No. Did I have fun along the way with friends and classmates? Of course. Will I eventually talk about missing high school? Most likely. But at this particular point in time, I'm not upset about leaving high school. There is unnecessary drama, unnecessary pressure, and the school is run way too much like a business. I'm ready to go to college, be on my own, and study what I want to study. Not to mention maybe get some sleep every now and then.. but we'll see about that. I will miss my friends soo much, there is no doubt about that. I will even miss some teachers. But as for high school in general... Let's blow this popsicle stand.

Was that depressing? It wasn't supposed to be. 4 more days!!!!

It's been awhile

So this is my first post in a long time. I'm obviously not very good at this whole blogging thing. School is almost out (9 more days, then finals!) and these next couple weeks cannot move fast enough. Life is going so well right now; I just hope that this summer rocks.
I realized something the other day, and it shocked me: I'm an adult. I mean, I'm not 18 yet, so I suppose technically I'm not, according to the government. But, I worry about adult things, I am in charge of certain things like an adult, I have to take responsibility for everything I do and I am held accountable, I have to deal with work/money/balancing my life... If it looks like an adult and acts like an adult, it's probably an adult. I am an adult. When did that happen?!? How do I make it stop? Why did I want it so badly to begin with? I remember wanting so badly to get a job my sophomore year. Now I've come to the realization that I will work every day of my life from now on. Why was I in such a rush?
I love the little moments when I get to just be a kid again. Prom, for example. What a fun weekend. I had a blast! And I got to be a kid, not an adult. Or those random fun things that happen, like blasting music in a parking lot and dancing like a goof, or playing Apples to Apples in somebody's backyard. Or standing in the back of my brother's pick up truck with my siblings, screaming out song lyrics and dancing like there's no tomorrow.
This summer, in between working and all my other responsibilities, I'm going to make a point to be a kid. Just for one more summer.

Funny Happens./I love Free Period.

1. Platypus
2. Porcupines
3. Skunks
4. Sneezing
5. Polka music
6. The word "colonel" has no R in it. But is pronounced Kernel.
7. Nose hair
8. Toes
9. Mohawks
10. Katie Ellison
11. Facebook bumper stickers
12. Cheesy potatoes sound gross... but are actually Heaven in food form.
13. Molly would vote for Nick to be president
14. Molly "really has to pizzle"
15.

Strange and Wonderful Encounters

Have you ever encountered someone, just for a few minutes, who just brightened your whole day and seemed to restore your faith in people? I hope so, because it is wonderful when you do. I did just this past weekend!
Here's how it all went down: My dad and I were in Florida visiting a college and we were getting dinner at the hotel restaurant. It was a beautiful evening, so everyone wanted to eat outside on the patio, including us. There were no tables open, and one would literally have to stand and stake out a table in order to sit down, or someone else would get to it first. So, we went and stood by a table, trying not to be rude to the man who was still sitting there. What a nice man! He invited us to have a seat while we wait, and said his wife just needed to come back and finish her drink, and the table would be all ours. We started talking, and found out that they were also from the Midwest, but had moved. His wife came back and we all introduced ourselves; Robert and Millie were their names. A great conversation followed, and my dad informed them of why we were visiting, that I was planning on going to AMU for school in the fall. Immediately they offered their phone number and email address, promising to look out for me if I did indeed come to Florida for school.
Some people just have that way about them; they are so kind and loving, and you can tell that they are just plain happy people. Robert and Millie are those kinds of people. With all the craziness in the world today, Robert and Millie and others like them restore my faith in humanity. In fact, we could all do well to be a little more like Robert and Millie. I'm so grateful to have met them!

Objective Media?

On January 22, the annual March for Life took place in Washington, D.C. Literally hundreds of thousands of people marched down Constitution Ave. to the steps of the Supreme Court, in protest of the 1973 Roe v. Wade decision to legalize abortion. Before the March, 30 thousand young people congregated in the Verizon Center for a rally. The vast majority of people in the March were, in fact, under 25 years old.

Sounds news-worthy, doesn't it? At least worthy of a small article? Go ahead and search the websites for the New York Times or the Chicago Tribune. You won't find an article. In fact, the newspaper in D.C., the Washington Post, was the only paper I found with a small article in it. Which is probably out of necessity, since the inhabitants of D.C. most likely would be none too pleased to have hundreds of thousands of people causing traffic and detours in their city, with no explanation from the news.

Well, you say, perhaps they mentioned it on the news on T.V. ? Nope. You would think that a group of people that large, possibly as large or larger than the Million Man March, marching through the capital of the country, would be noteworthy, if not headline news.

Oh, but that wouldn't be politically correct, some say. Since when did "politically correct" mean catering to one political point of view? Shouldn't media be objective? Whether the news station or newspaper leans liberal or conservative, they are supposed to report the truth, not leave out major events in support of their own agenda. Whether you consider yourself politically conservative or liberal, you should be appalled at the way information is being filtered. Shouldn't you know when any major things happen in the country you live in? You hear about all of the celebrities' problems and conflicts; yet the media fails to fill the populace in on major occurances in the capital.

My First Post

Hey, look! Naples, Florida. Isn't that pretty?

This is my first post, and I'm just testing the water and seeing how things work. I'm new to this whole blogging thing. I think this is a good way to give my opinion on things going on in the world today, and just random things in general. And hey, who am I kidding? It's a great way to procrastinate.