Better By Nightfall

Comdey legend Johnny Carson dies at age 79.

I'm starting to think that I have a horrible "near-shitting of bricks" pet peeve with the kitchen and living room remaining clean. During the past two Thursday's I've found myself cleaning the kitchen and living room (with the help of Lacey on the first Thursday) because the apartment stinks like moldy ass. I'm not sure if it is the food being cooked, the trash, or the pile-up of pots, pans, and dishes on the stove and counter, but it bugs the shit out of me. I HATE having to take a whiff of the odor each time I return to the apartment. And sure, I'm probably being an ass when I'm slamming doors as I'm cleaning because (besides Lacey) no one else really cleans the kitchen or living room. And while I have assumptions as to why that is, I'm sure it's not really important. I just want the apartment (especially the common areas) to be clean and odor free, as best as possible.

That's not too much to ask, is it?

Have there been any cases involving blogs where students of a school or college or organization have been expelled, kicked out, or removed because of what they typed on their blog?

Feel free to leave links if you can find any. I've just been wondering, especially after hearing Dooce's NPR spot.

Everyone should read "World on Fire" by Amy Chua so that they understand not only globalization and the ethnic hatred it creates, but also to have the proper backing to solidify their false assertions about Rwanda, Yugoslavia, and various other nations. Especially Rwanda since certain people obviously don't know the history and the rising action that led to the genocide of the Tutsis.

Historically, Rwanda's roughly 85 percent Hutus were cultivators, whereas the roughly 14 percent Tutsis were herdsmen. "This was the original inequality: cattle are a more valuable asset than produce," writes Philip Gourvitch. After 1860, when Mwame Kigeri Rwabugiri, a Tutsi, ascended the Rwandan throne, the stratification between Hutus and Tutsis intensified. Rwanda essentially became a feudal kingdom in which Tutsis were overlords and Hutus their vassals. Still, the line distinguishing Hutu and Tutsi was much more porous than it would become later: Two two groups spoke a common language, intermarriage occurred, and successful Hutus could "become Tutsi."
-Amy Chua, World on Fire page 165.

I'll stick with credible information from a Yale Law School professor before I ever go with what someone's senior thesis noted on the Rwandan genocide.

A good friend from high school, two years my senior and obviously in college, once told me that "dating in college is probably one of the most intriguing phenomenon known to young adults...basically because everyone is either immature, horny, weird, or a combination of those three...and if you have your V-card you're less likely to be seen as 'fresh meat' or 'a piece of ass' and more likely to be seen as 'lonely and desperate' because you're either not attractive or you aren't flaunting it enough."

Well, I know I'm not flaunting anything for obvious reasons, but the fact that I can't seem to incur anyone but cucumber-loving boot-knocking bimbos, internet stalkers that think my use of diction is sexy, and debate-groupies that seem to think I want to talk about my epistemological stance on life kind of makes me think that I have a hidden freak-radar that emits to those from the far reaches of sanity or, perhaps, something is wrong with me. Now, I'm not asking for pity or appraisal about my modular body and good looks that I don't have, but rather, I find it interesting that besides my strange encounters of the absurd kind I can't really say that there have been any takers here. Not that it is a bad thing, it isn't. It's not like it is important or dire either, after all no one ever died from not having a relationship--at least, that's what Road Rules: Semester at Sea led me to believe.

Still, I'm starting to think that ultimately, outside my circle of close friends, I'm not supposed to have an close relationship (a.k.a. girlfriend) at college. Unless, as a debate team-member brought to my attention, I lower my standards. I could certainly do that if I wanted to pick up one of the aforementioned girls that I seem to attract, but they're not what I want. And, before I hear about it in the comments, I don't think I'm that picky. I think it just boils down to the fact that I'm kind of nerdy and not so muscular, and those always mean lower scores on hotornot.com (No, I do not partake in that online slut-feast. I did once for fun, but it was weird and I quit soon after. 7.9, in case you were wondering.)

Eh. Perhaps I'm better off not dating. I mean, porn is free right. Ha ha! Just kidding! Seriously, though, if I was I don't know if I'd be happier than I am right now with everything going on in my life. Furthermore, if I were dating god only knows if it would be with some crazy IdaHOan who had been secretly stalking me for the last year.

Until then, I'll just continue to walk with my head held high and the V-card sign glaringly visible on my back--not signaling to pick me, but rather, to ignore me.