a line from "The Waking" by Theodore Roethke

We think by feeling. What is there to know?

heavy

I think many people don't know this about me but I listen to some pretty heavy music from time to time. I'm a big fan of this cover.

What makes a champion

The other day at practice my coach made us go on a four-mile run for the first part of practice. I was exhausted when we got back. She gave us a minute to cool-down after the run and then told us to get on the line for sprints and strength training. I was pissed. People immediately vocalized their dissatisfaction with all the running. Her reply was, "You girls have to get in shape so you can start kicking some ass!" Upon this statement I began to fume even more, as we are an undefeated team and have already been "kicking ass."

While doing crunches during said sprints and strength training, I realized something. Champions aren't champions because they do what it takes to get by and beat their opponents. Champions are who they are because they go above and beyond their competition...so they can reallllly kick the opposing team's ass.

Winners don't quit and quitters never win. My quote for the day.

Political Science

"In matters of style, swim with the current; in matters of principle, stand like a rock."

Thomas Jefferson



14% of my Political Science class agrees that homosexuality is never justifiable. 52% of the United States feels the same way.

Out of around 130 Supreme Court judges in US history, 2 of them have been African American, 7 of them Jewish, and 4 of them women.

How to...

Today I was searching via Google. The first three are in my history, the others just came up out of popularity....

OBAMA RUINS EVERYTHING

I live in the Agriculture dorms.
According to a girl in my dorm:




Apparently long lines at the DMV didn't exist before President Obama...

Mars vs. Venus

Can equality coexist with gender roles?

Photo

This is my friend, Tyler. She's awesome. I love this photo.

Ironic? I'm not sure how to classify it...

One of my friends posted this quote as her status on Facebook tonight.

I love the quote.

However, I find the words and the picture of the girl at the bottom to be a little off-putting.

First of all, her picture is of her in her underwear, no face. If there's something that screams, "I want to be treated as an equal!" it's probably making your profile picture a photo of you practically naked and chiseled.
Second, she makes a good point in saying that being a feminist is believing in equality, not that women are superior. It's a common misconception that the definition of the word, "feminist," is believing in women being the superior sex. Probably because of girls who say "I strongly encourage radical feminism."

Live is better.

Making good progress on studying, so taking a break and listening to feel goods.

I am boycotting this party.

To be sexist:
(click for larger image. but if you don't want to, the theme of the party is
"Coporate Life and Trophy Wife." girls get in free!)

Girl

Last night I played "Would You Rather" with my staff. We got the scenarios out of a book.
One of the scenarios read,

Would you rather live in a world where women were completely equally treated, paid, etc.
or
live in a world where men had to experience the pain of child birth?

THAT'S A STUPID QUESTION WHY WOULD I WANT OTHERS TO SUFFER PAIN IF I COULD BE TREATED EQUALLY?

Next question.

Madonna kick

This weekend I took pictures of Melanie and Erin. I am digging on a good number of them.

In other news, I just watched GLEE and am totally on a Madonna kick now. GET INTO THE GROOVE! LIKE A LITTLE PRAYER!! I could go on.

Hobbies and whatnot.

Did a graduation photo shoot for my friend Mike. Super fun to do, and super great guy.

True Success

So someone ordered a shirt online from me and it was the first time I had a customer whom I didn't know personally. A couple weeks later I got this e-mail and I now feel truly successful:


hey just wanted to say thank you for making my t-shirt! my boyfriend gave it to me over the weekend as an easter present. it's fabulous! you are so creative!!

thank you!!

peace,

hannah

Don't Give Me Pity, Just Give Me Respect

Why is being an RA difficult?
It isn't always difficult but it's not easy.

• You are surrounded by freshmen; you're not a freshman.
  
• You get woken up during naps/sleep to go unlock someone's door and the people who locked themselves out don't care about ruining your perfect slumber.
  
• Someone puking in the bathroom suddenly is your responsibility.
  
• There are people out in the halls who seem to be talking right into the cracks of your door so you can hear them perfectly at all times.
  
• Having restroom-related problems from the campus food; using a public restroom every day of the school year.
  
• Freshmen think you don't know it when they drinking vodka in their room; you don't have to spill it to be able to smell it out in the hall you ignoramus.
  

The other night these two girls, while in the bathroom stalls, were discussing who the one girl with mononucleosis should make out with that night in order to get them sick too. But they had a hard time thinking of a guy "she really hates."

I have to constantly play music in order to drown out conversations like those that happen on the daily. Here's an example:

Fallacies

There is an online magazine that is made available for the students of Cal Poly who reside in the residence halls called "Health101." As I was navigating through it, I read a part of the article titled "Sexual Health?"; I did not get very far. First of all, why the question mark in the title? Second, the article started out like this:

The recent extramarital affairs of Tiger Woods have brought the term "sex addict" into everyday conversation. While we may joke with our friends and say we're addicted to sex, this topic does raise some important questions about what a healthy sexual relationship really is and if there's such a thing as too much sex or too little sex, for that matter.

I don't know about you but

1.) sex addict hasn't become a part of my daily conversation and

2.) my friends and I have never joked about being a sex addict.

I'm tired out by the distances achieved walking in my sleep

This morning I am up early to finish studying for my final which is at 4pm today. Hopefully I'll be done in a couple hours and can start studying for my next one.

Yesterday my friend Paige and I left the dorm at 6am to catch sunrise in the near-by hills to do a photo shoot. It didn't come out exactly the way we wanted, but I think we got some good pictures out of it at the very least. We wanted models, but nobody wanted to a) get up before dawn nor b) walk a mile and a half out to the hills. The walk out there was life-threatening and gave me quite the fright because we had to walk through the dark, mountain-lion-infested woods. Obviously, we made it. But probably mostly due to my following the directions on the sign at the entrance which said to yell in a "firm loud voice" if approached by a mountain. Just to be safe, I yelled "firm loud voice" for the whole mile walk. Prevention is the key to life.

A poet's home is in their head

Ok. So my friend Kevin R. told me about how great this coffee place, Black Horse, is. I've come to love it as he does so. I was walking around downtown by myself, as I periodically do and stopped at the Uptown Cafe (aka Blackhorse) to drink a caramello (beats a carmel machiatto by a longshot). I sat down at a table inside to do some recreational reading. My friend Jaq gave me a book of poems for my birthday. It's called The Beautiful, by Michelle Tea.

The Smiths were on the radio, and I was proud to be able to recognize that. Total indie cred.

As I was reading and scribbling some thoughts over the poems, I began to eavesdrop on four women at the table near by. They were probably in their upper 50s, low 60s. I laughed out loud when they were talking about the Twlight book/movie series and one of the women said in reply to her friend's, "It's so juvenile" comment, "It's not juvenile, it's moronic."

About a week later I eavedropped on another conversation in the same coffee shop. A scruffy guy said, "That guy is crazy if he thinks that just because a judge ordered it I'm going to pay him $6,000."
Smart.

Ah, old English. I love it.

My words fly up, my thoughts remain below.
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

This is stupid!

So I got invited to an event called something like "Tell her she's beautiful" on Facebook.

Here's my beef.

The first line of the subject reads, It has come to my attention that as I grow older, girls get more and more self conscious of themselves. Whomever this person is lives in a sad sad world and maybe needs to see people through a different kind of looking-glass.

He then goes on to say, This hurts me, because every girl is beautiful in their own way. They all want to live up to standards that the media has set for them, like being paper thin or double Z breasts.

WRONG. Not ALL women want "double Z" breasts and to "live up to media's standards." Because of posts like this, ignorant boys and girls assume it is fact that all girls are incredibly insecure and need to be told a insincere "you're beautiful" to feel better about themselves.

Additionally, this person goes on to write, It really breaks my heart to see all of the girls to wallow around and hate who they are and think they aren’t worth something. I don't know about you, but not every girl whom I've met say they hate themselves and think they're worthless.

Reading this stupid "event" makes me want to punch this person in their baby-maker so that they may never make imbecile babies like themselves.



Just for your entertainment, here's the rest of the "event" content:

I’m making this event so everyone can tell anyone that they think is beautiful, that they are beautiful. Just tell them. They don’t hear it enough, and they want to hear it. Tell anyone; tell your friend, your mother, your sister, your cousin, your dog for all I care. Let’s show girls that we don’t care about the standards that they set for themselves and that we like them the way they are.

Let’s show every girl that they really are beautiful. So tell them, it’ll make their day.

Girls, you ARE beautiful.

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Invite as many people as you can to this event :) spread the word and make this a big event!

It’ll be spanning from Thursday the 11th to Sunday the 14th (aka Valentine’s Day), so boys/ girls, this gives you time to work up the nerve for that special someone.

And if one feels so inclined, spread the love to the males too, because we can be insecure too!

Guys please do not fret too much about this, this event was inspired by my friends that don't think that they're enough. Hence why I dedicate this to females. But being a guy myself, I do understand how we can feel self conscious at times too. So yes this can be for males too, i never said it couldn't. It could be for anyone, even your pet rock for all I care, just spread the love. :D

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This event is not created to force anyone to say "You're beautiful"; see it as a reminder.

Everyone is beautiful in their own way, so please keep negative comments to yourself. Please people, be mature. If you don't like the idea of this event too much, keep rude comments to yourself! Thanks :)

Battle of the Gods

So last night I had quite the interesting and new experience.
I was called to go pick up my friend who was sitting on a corner on a random street puking her delicious dinner out from intoxication. (Her vomit smelled putrid, by the way, as she had quite the rich meal that night.)
Another friend was already there (as was her boyfriend) with her car, encouraging our sick friend to get in the car so as to go home. After much mumbling, crying, vomiting, and refusal, I ended up dialing 911 so that she could be transported in an ambulance to a near-by hospital.

This is when things went in a much different way than I had imagined.

What I thought would happen: a fire truck and ambulance would come carrying about eight people at maximum. They would pick her up, place her on a gurney, and take her to the hospital where she could be treated and released in the morning. Easy!
What actually happened: a fire truck, an ambulance, and a police car arrived. Police personnel: 2 (one very direct woman and one quiet man). Fire personnel: About 6 men. They took no action at all and were there just in case of a sudden fire I suppose? Paramedics: About 7, 1 of whom was a woman, the rest of whom looked like young choir boys.
Basically, the paramedics (most of whom, in addition to the police woman, had flashlights in their hands) took her blood pressure and vital signs. My friend (the healthy one) gave information to the paramedics and cop about my drunk friend's name, address, birth date, etc. The woman EMT told us to just take her home, make sure she sleeps on her side so as not to choke on her vomit, and to check on her periodically through the night to make she her vitals remain normal. If they don't, bring her to the hospital. "She's answering all of our questions coherently so that means she is fine to go home."

What! If I have to make sure someone isn't choking on their vomit every half-hour, that doesn't sound fine to me.

A kind EMT lined the car with "emergency blankets" as others placed a bag around her neck in which she could vomit, and then 2 of them tried to pick her up to get into my friend's car.
She refused to move because she didn't feel good, and immediately started vomiting again after picking her head up to speak.

After some more struggle, the EMTs said, "we give up" and this is where things got interesting.

The lady cop flashed the light in my drunken friends face and said, "You have two options: get in the back of your friend's car and sleep in your bed tonight, or get in the back of a cop car and sleep in a cell tonight in addition to being fined $430," to which the my poor friend replied, "Take me to jail, I deserve to suffer the consequences of my actions."

Obviously, the ultimatum situation didn't work out as planned.

The EMTs then had a sudden change of heart, rushed back over to our friend and decided that she was in much need of hospitalization.

No way would they let that cop take their patient!

They rolled out the gurney (after they just put it back after giving us the schpeal about vital signs), and from there things went a little smoother (after they managed to control her struggling arms). To make things a little more interesting, the EMT took pictures of my friend in the ambulance (with the camera we provided him for which he asked) and said, "She'll want to see these when she's laughing about it next week." The other sober friend and I later deleted the pictures as we decided they weren't funny at all as we were waiting in the Emergency Room to go back and see our friend. It was 3am when we left the ER and 5:30AM when she had to be picked up and brought home to sleep.

What did I learn from all of this? EMTs don't like police women.

I had the urge to throw a stick in his bike spokes

I am in several health-oriented classes this quarter, naturally, as I am a Kinesiology major.

This week in class we had a make a list with a partner of "good" health behaviors and "bad" health behaviors.

Popular entries included, "washing your hands," and "avoiding excessive drinking."

There were two guys behind me who were filling out their "bad" health behavior sections and one of them mentioned something about unprotected sex.

Long story short, "being gay" was soon being written on their paper under a "bad" health behavior, as they laughed.

I looked back a few times giving them the dirtiest look I could muster.

I later saw one of them riding his bike home after class and I had the urge to throw a stick in his spokes for being such an insensitive ignoramus.

At the very least, I decided immediately that he will never be my boyfriend.