Rants and Raves

If you want to loose all faith in humanity, spend a couple days reading craigslists rants and raves. The sad point I think at this point is that I'm addicted to looking through the posts. Every once in a while you get a good one, but mostly it's bigots (and really the re: INSERT BIGOTED IDEA HERE's are more fun to see people arguing with the other other people) and then a lot of sexual confessions (if it has a picture attached USE CATION. Even if the title seems completely innocuous, the picture is most likely of some part of a human being you would only see from street flashers. I'm still trying to scrub my brain from some of them since, well if I were feline my curiosity on these posts would have killed me by now) It just really makes me wonder about people some times. I mean I don't agree with a lot of the posts, but can't say I've had the patience or drive to cut the post, go to another page, write up my reply, click through the craigslist disclaimers, type in their making sure you aren't a spamming machine thing, and then click post after they send the make sure this is right email. I mean, I'll do that to sell things (how I sold my barbies and old mattress) but just to yell at people, not so much, yet, every day there are people willing to go through just that too talk about how Obama is going to be the death of this country, and how December 21, 2012 is going to be the end of the world as predicted by the Mayan calender. So instead of throwing my lot in their with all those people, I thought I would just have my own little rant here, after all it's sort of what this entire blog is for, me just writing whatever I'm thinking about.

As for the world ending in a little less than 3 years? As far as I'm concerned, there have been then of the world theories in ever generation since we had enough time to sit around and contemplate death. My theory is it's just an advanced form of self-importance.
-Lia

North Pole or Bust

Dear Santa,
I know it has been more than a few years since I have written to you. In fact I never really was one to write to you in the first place. Not since I lived in Westlake Village at least, and even now I don't plan on sending this to the North Pole. Sometimes I wish it was easier to believe in you. I lasted for a good long time believing you were real. Into middle school at least, even though I would have denied that fervently when I was that age. It's not that I don't want to believe now, it's just...the older you get, the harder it is to just let yourself believe. You just learn more about the world and, well, everything just becomes more clear and at the same time less magical.
Still I thought I would write this just for my own peace of mind. Of course there are the things that I'd like for myself, and all that, but really it's the time of year to think more for other people than for yourself. People say this time of year is getting too commercial and in a lot of ways it probably is, but I would still think that people think about others this time of year too. I know it's a hard time for a lot of people. I wouldn't go so far as to say we're in the second great depression, but a lot of people are struggling to get by. I'm so thankful that we are not some of then. I hope that they all have a merry Christmas and aren't too sad or cold this winter.
Second, I want my parents to be happy. I know we all love each other, but I want everyone to stop worrying, to just be mind blowingly happy. Truly that's all I want for Christmas, for everyone to be happy.
Sincerely,
Lia

"It is well that war is so terrible...

...lest we become to fond of it"

I admit I have been less than vigilant in blogging lately, which had upset at least my single reader, River. Honestly I haven't had much to say. It's not often I have writers block, and honestly I haven't since I have been noveling still, I just haven't had much to say about my own life. It's funny that every once in a while the hardest thing to write about is yourself. You'd think that since you have you, you know, live as yourself every day it would be a lot easier to say things, but sometimes it really isn't.

The quote I used for the beginning of this blog is one by Robert E. Lee actually (who I think we might be related to on my mom's mom's side, there's quite a few Virginia Lees there but I digress) and it comes from the last lab I had for TAing today. The professor's Marine friend came to speak to the class, and I've found that of the Marines I have met (being two, not a great sample I know, but of them) when discussing their beliefs have a tendency to be very abrasive. I don't know if it just comes from the nature of the military, but it's like they all insist they aren't idiots, which I'm sure they aren't, but don't know how to put forth an idea in a polite setting. I suppose it's one of those things where you sort of need to feel like people are out to attack you if you want to go out and learn to shoot people. It's a very black and white occupation. There's the good guys and the bad guys and you're alive or dead. There's not a whole lot of time to spend contemplating philosophy and psychology. Personally I think that's not a great way to live and hinders their social development. When you're used to being drilled into, you don't know how to act without acting like you need to attack or be attacked. It's actually an interesting study I would think, how the military psychologically effects people. I mean I know you have to hard people up if you're training them to kill people and possibly be killed, but it really doesn't seem conducive to a well made sociable person.
-Lia