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Meaty McMeaterson

opustwentyone — Wed, 06 Aug 2008 19:50:12 +0000

I’d really love to be a vegetarian. Why? Because it’s the cool thing to do nowadays. I, too, want to feel what the others feel when they snootily get to say “I don’t eat that” Or “Is there a vegetarian option?” There’s something sort of fun about being difficult and, ultimately, different. If it’s not for my own health, however, I can’t really think of a good reason to stop eating meat. I really feel like the order of the world suggests that bigger, smarter and utimately more powerful species are allowed to eat the others if they so please. Tigers eat buffalo, whales eat.. um.. whales eat smaller sea animals and sharks and dolphins do, too. Big scary birds eat small rodents. That’s just the way it is. Now, I totally understand that keeping animlas in small, filthy cages and beating the shit out of them is completely unnecessary. Today Amber told me about how tons of cow shit is somehow ruining the environment– which is terrible (and I have all the intentions in the world to research that more cuz it’s really interesting). But, yeah, so PETA has these really intense videos that try really hard to convince people to become vegetarians. However, I they just don’t really touch me the way they’re supposed to. Why aren’t we trying to stop lions and tigers from killing zebras or something. I just don’t see how it’s any different or any less natural that we as humans eat meat. If everything is to be left as it is then we’d all just live off of wild fruits and berries and all the world animals would run wild– that, obviously, is not the case.

Apparently there’s a whole sect of people who think that it’s better to kill animals after we’ve allowed to run about in a field freely and eat healthy grains or something. Now how the hell does that make sense? Killing animals is killing animals. Period. Either you’re okay with the idea or not. Killing animals AND the environment = something to look into. Making sure that chickens feel like they’ve lived a worthwhile life b4 chopping their heads off? Not so much. Now, for certain people eating meat altogether is just wrong. I support those people in feeling that way and that’s completely fine. That’s a cause I would get behind if I had any self control whatsoever. That’s another episode, however.

AND another thing, PETA effing sucks if they think they can show pictures of some dead fish and state some really out-of-context facts and make some kind of profound point. I saw a PETA PSA comparing the treatment of elephants or something to the 400 year enslavement of black people in America. I was done with them at that point. In fact, I’m about to go have me a tuna sandwich in protest of their ridiculousness.

F*ck a free range chicken

opustwentyone — Fri, 01 Aug 2008 13:39:16 +0000

Maybe I am a little more hood than I had originally realized. I recognize that where I’m from and what I identify with are slightly different. Maybe it has nothing to do with where I’m from, maybe I have a major attitidue problem. Or, perhaps, I’m just incredibly hormonal and in the middle of my period and a stressful job. WHO KNOWS!? Last night, after a night of somewhat awkward dancing, I saw two girls sitting on a wall. It was one of those 4 ft. walls separating the building from the sidewalk with a patch of vines and other ambigious shrubery. Both girls were obviously incredibly wasted as one was laying down on her back wit her head and upper-body complete covered by the filthy greenery. The upright girl was just sitting next to the semi-dead girl smoking a cigarette. It occured to me that drunk girl should neither be laying on her back nor in a position where her face (nose, mouth– breathing apparatus at large) is covered by dirty bushes. So, I said “Hey, you should really take your friend’s head out of the bushes, it’s really dangerous” and she responded by giving me the finger. That made me absolutely livid.

So I screamed: “Look, ho, you’re the one, shit faced, sitting on a wall at 1am. I’m just letting you know that you should definitely not have your friend’s head laying in a pile of bushes. No need to give me the finger you f*cking stupid bitch.”

I admit. It was wrong. There was absolutley no reason for me to yell at her like that. I guess in my mind I was just trying to be helpful and she clearly didn’t want it. There’s no rule that suggests that people have to take my advice OR be nice to me. Certainly something I need to work on in the future.

Until then..

f*ck her!

-jae

unengaged

opustwentyone — Tue, 22 Jul 2008 16:58:23 +0000

am I the ONLY senior girl at Bucknell University who is in a long-term relationship who ISN’T engaged? What the bloody hell?

Please, Bryan, Marry me.

Thanks

Emo[tional]

opustwentyone — Tue, 22 Jul 2008 13:51:59 +0000

I’m really bad at being mad at people I don’t know. So pretty much, she deads our plans (for the 5th time ine 4 weeks). and I’ve had enough– especially given the fact that I don’t care that much. Finally, FINALLY I’m in a place in my life where I’m not desperate for friends. That means, in turn, that I have absolutely no reason to deal with people and their crap. I mean, I’m definitely not a perfect friend but I surely pride myself in being thoughtful enough to know that when I’m wrong, I’m wrong. My biggest interpersonal pet peeve is when people try to justify their wrong-doings really adamantly before they give up and just apologize. Please don’t fabricate a dissertation on why you’re right and why I shouldn’t be mad before admitting and acknowleging the real problem here. My second biggest pet peeve is when, after having failed and convincing me that you’re not wrong, you try to guilt me into liking you again by crying, being sad, telling me your deepest darkest secrets. I don’t care! Leave me alone.

Thanks.

bye

It’s all about starting over

opustwentyone — Mon, 21 Jul 2008 14:27:18 +0000

I’m not 100% sure that blogging right now is the best use of my time, however, sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do, no? This is the first time in history that I’ve voluntarily written anything that wasn’t inspired by anger, sadness, depression or any combination of angsty emotions thereof.

I’ve been unusually stressed about what I’m gonna do after after college. Clearly, due to the way chronology works, I’ve never been this close to graduating and having to be a real person. Then again, what does that mean anyway? I can’t imagine that anybody in the world would be remotely interested in reading this. That’s okay, though. I’m not really looking to be an internet superstar.

deuces

-jae

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opustwentyone — Mon, 21 Jul 2008 14:07:07 +0000

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