I haven't really done anything yet today, which isn't much different from yesterday (other than me going to work from 4:00 to 9:45, and working out from 10:00 to 10:45.) I need to get the ball rolling on my summer goals that I have sort of, kind of started but haven't been paying much attention to. I told myself that once my graduation party was over, I would get to work on the many goals that I have and intend to complete this summer.

[ ] Work my way through that Calculus book, to get a head start on my actual class this fall.
[ ] Redo my room from top to bottom and/or (preferably 'or') move out into own place.
[ ] Get a better job that either pays more or is more enjoyable, and has a manager who is more equal.
[ ] Get in shape and lose weight, to the point where I feel comfortable in my own body.
[1] Read 10 new books by the time I start school.
------- "The Lucky One" by Nicholas Sparks
[ ] Learn a violin solo piece, just for the fun of it.
[ ] Find happiness within myself.

I really need to take a shower and do something with myself. I am tired of sitting around. Honestly, I'm considering on taking a shower and then playing WoW because... well, I'm a loser.

From a Christian standpoint, at least. I may not be the best one to go into detail about anything revolving around religion, but I do know science, and am very handy at researching things. In other words, this is why Abstinence Only Educationalist idiots bother me. Because, more often than not, they are a big bunch of hypocrites. Every time I hear some Christian bigot prance around saying "Abstinence is the only way to avoid pregnancy!" I just want to punch someone, because time and time again they're shoving their Jesus figure down my throat, who... guess what? Was born by the form of virgin birth.

It's pretty common knowledge that Mary, mother of Jesus (Mary who? Jesus tits that is the most generic name ever.) was a virgin. She conceived Jesus as a virgin, carried the child as a virgin, and gave birth as a virgin. It would appear that abstinence didn't protect poor Mary from teenage pregnancy! (She was between fourteen and fifteen years old, depending on who you ask.) So why is it that we are teaching our children that the only way to avoid pregnancy is to not have sex? I would say that the only way to avoid being a mother is to have a penis, but the pregnant man blew that preposition straight out of the water! (Not to have fun of him, I am proud to see that there are people out there willing to go out on a limb and not be afraid of who they are.)

Why aren't we teaching our kids that sex makes babies? You know what, when I was a wee youngster, I asked my mother where babies came from, and her, being a nurse, sat me down in front of our decrepit VCR and popped in "The Miracle of Life," and I watched the whole damn thing before I could grow pubes. I am no hoodlum who lacks values, I may not be of an organized religion, but I am no moral-less fool. I lost my virginity when I was 16, and I have no shame. It's been nearly a year and a half, with the same man, mind you, and I'm not pregnant. I know how to put on a condom. I know that you're supposed to take your birth control pill everyday, at the same time, no matter what. I know what to do if you miss a pill. I can read and comprehend the directions on the box. I know that you can get pregnant when you're on your period. Why? Because by the time I got into middle school, my parents stopped trying to censor me and I was given free reign to search and learn things on my own. I have no shame. I was taught what happens when you DO have sex, not that sex is some sort of evil, satanic ritual that sends you straight to hell.

When you give something a negative connotation, you immediately give your kids reason to try it. Tell a kid not to push the button, and you better damn well expect curiosity to get the better of them. Instead of telling them it is bad, tell them the mechanics. You add the bed, subtract the cloths, divide the legs and hope you don't multiply. Explain that if you get the trampoline when you're putting on a condom, you're supposed to throw it away and try a new one. If your penis touches vagina, you stand a chance at getting pregnant. When you pre-cum you aren't shooting a bunch of blanks. Why the hell aren't parents telling their kids this?! You can still preach to your kids to wait until marriage, but marriage doesn't instantly make having kids a breeze and doesn't mean you're ready to have a junior. Even when you're married, it is handle to have a knowledge of birth control.

Sex is a part of life, no matter how evil you think it is. Your parents had sex to create you (unless you're me, who was produced in a test tube. No lie.) You're going to have sex someday, most likely. Let's not be stupid and at least make an effort to know our bodies and how things are working, shall we?

To think, all of my friends thought I would be the one to get pregnant in high school. Graduation is a few mere weeks away and I am not knocked up. It's hilarious, isn't it? The one who was presumed to reach motherhood first is the one who understands more than the average person does. Just remember, kiddies. Abstinence is on 99.999~% effective, and that .000001~ is a pretty hefty odd! You could be that ONE.

That is all.

Part of me wants to major in language, because it is an expansive and beautiful art. Here's a few did-you-knows about the world and it's languages. Did you know that there are 6,912 living languages through out the world? Of those languages, nearly 516 are becoming extinct. The most prominent language with the greatest number of native speakers is Mandarin Chinese, while English holds the title as having the most people speak it as non-natives.

Did you know that Papua New Guinea has 820 living languages in the country by itself? Did you know that the first recorded language(s) were Egyptian and Sumerian and have existed since 3,200 BC While language itself has been around since 100,000 BC (yay for old earth believers!) Chinese and Greek are the oldest languages that are still wildly used and in existence.

The English language has over 250,000 distinct words. On the other end of the spectrum, the language Taki Taki (which is also referred to as Sranan) has the record for the smallest amount of words, which, in case you were wondering, was 340. Taki Taki is an English-based Creole spoken by 120,000 in the South American country of Suriname.

The language with the largest alphabet is Khmer, which contains 74 letters. This Austro-Asiatic language is the official language of Cambodia, where approx.12 million people speak it. There are minority speakers that live in a handful of other countries. Also, like the previous paragraph, there is another end of the spectrum. The language with the smallest alphabet is Rotokas, which contains 12 letters. Approximately 4,300 people speak this East Papuan language. They live primarily in the Bougainville Province of Papua New Guinea. Taking another record, Rotokas is the language with the smallest number of sounds. Go figure, right? It also holds the title as fewest consonant sounds.

The language with the most consonant sounds is Ubyx, with 81 consonants. This language of the North Causasian Language family, once spoken in the Haci Osman village near Istanbul, has been extinct since 1992. Among living languages, !Xóõ has the most consonants, 77. !Xóõ also has the most vowel sounds, 31. The language with the fewest vowel sounds is Ubyx, with 2. The related language of Abkhaz also has 2 vowels in some of the dialects. There are approximately 106,000 Abkhaz speakers, which live primarily in Georgia (the country, not the state.)

The most widely published language is English. The language which has the most irregular verbs is Esperanto, which has none!  A fun fact is, the Italian language has won the most Oscars for foreign films, go Italy! The longest word in the English language is pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis. Don't bother counting, there are 45 letters in there.

So I bet you're asking yourself, what is the point of all of these seemingness useless facts? Well, now that I've bombarded your head with crazy knowledge? Well, strap on your seat belts because I feel a pretty hefty rant coming on, and to sum it all up in a phrase or two: I hate when people complain about when people don't speak English. That is one of my biggest, biggest pet peeves.

Here's more bountiful information for you. I'm not going to sum it all up for you, but click here to see a pretty good break down of how many people in countries all over the world speak English as a first language or a second language. You'll see, the numbers are pretty staggering and huge. And yet we, as Americans, who can barely country to twenty in a language other than English, think we have rights to complain when we encounter someone of different ethnicity who can't speak English?

Please, for the love of God, kill me now.

The people in this stupid country have it way too easy. Most countries outside of our own are required to learn multiple languages, and I encounter people who get huffy when they hear someone speaking Spanish? Really?! Spanish is a pretty easy language too, considering it is Latin based just like English is. If I had my way, I would make everyone in this country learn as many languages as possible just like the rest of the world does. Africa? A lot of their countries speak seven or eight languages, fluently. And, as I've noticed. Americans can hardly tackle their own language. Just because you encounter someone who can't speak English, it doesn't mean they're lazy. Just remember, it's a two way street. If they are lazy because they can't speak English, then you are lazy because you can no speak their own language. It doesn't mean they are arrogant, either. It doesn't make them any less human, and when people make crude or obnoxious comments, it isn't that hard to tell no matter what the language is. So here's a good Sunday School lesson for anyone who happens to come across this: Remember we are all humans, of one world, and should extend our compassion beyond our normal means. Especially if we preach that we should love everyone. Loving everyone means, loving everyone. Even the people who can't understand you. Or if you can't understand them.

I work with several Chinese people, and it breaks my heart to see people be rude to them, thinking they can't understand. They do. Plus, communication isn't that hard between one language to the next. Hand gestures, facial expressions, and what not all break down that barrier we set between races.

To sum it all up:
English speakers, shut the hell up. You have it easier than any one else.
People who hate on others because they don't understand you, you're hypocritical.
I love languages.


References, and some fun links.
1) Top 20 countries with the most languages [click here]
2) Top 30 languages [click here]
3) The language factoids I used [click here]
4) The World's English Speakers [click here]

This happened on Friday, and was a little late to blog about it but it's so significant in my life that I feel that no matter when I get around to it, I have to write it down. I'll probably laugh about it a year or so from now, but until then right now I need to publish my terrible act for all of the world to see.

In order to properly document why I am a terrible person, let's go back to a couple of months ago when this ugly, curly haired blond bitch with a walk that suggested she was hiding a pair of testicles began to get close to my boyfriend. Now, naturally I do not have anything against Taylor having female friends. Lord knows, a good majority of my friends are guys. But, there was something I didn't like about this girl. Her name is Kayla. She's a senior in high school, but she looks a lot older and she was, at the time, working as a cashier with Taylor. And she was always clinging to him and demanded that Taylor (and by my perception) only Taylor was to walk her out to her junky Jeep at night when her shift ended because she was scared that someone would kidnap her while she tried to sidle her oblong shaped ass into the frayed seat.

Hold up, rewind. People getting kidnapped?

Right.

Apparently --  it was manager's orders. I don't believe it. Or maybe Kayla went and cried to one of the managers and they demanded Taylor take her to her car, but really. So, whenever it was time for Kayla to go home, I had to watch them walk out of the building and that just twinged me. Just a little. So, one time as Taylor was going to take her out, he was waiting by my section and talking to me and my sarcasm couldn't contain itself. I was making jokes about her, saying "You know, in order to pose a chance at getting kidnapped, you have to actually be attractive enough to want to be risking your future for." And of course, cue my foot to slam into my mouth because right as I mentioned that, and something about "that blond bitch," she's right there behind me. I have no doubt that she heard me.

But I don't care. Step off my man, bitch.

A few weeks later, she invites my boyfriend to go cyber bowling with her and some of her friends. On the night that Taylor and I were supposed to go to see the play at school. Naturally, that hurt that he even considered it for a second because we had already made plans together and this blond bitch decides to come in and try to screw me over in that aspect. So, Taylor decided to bring Trevor to the play with us and after the musical was over I would have to drive them both over to meet up with Kayla and her friends. That just pissed me off. Regardless, I went to have a good time. I hung out with Kaylan while the blond bitch was probably hitting on my boyfriend. I have no doubt that she did, because before hand she was shoving it in my face. The last time that I was at work, she approached me.

Blond Bitch: "Hey, you."
Annoyed Girlfriend: "What."
Blond Bitch: "You're Taylor's girlfriend, right?"
Annoyed Girlfriend: "It would appear so."
Blond Bitch: "Oh, well he's going cyber bowling with me tonight."
Annoyed Girlfriend: "Yeah, I already knew that. But nice try."
Blond Bitch: "Oh, well I was just curious because I didn't know if you were his girlfriend or not."
Annoyed Girlfriend: "Yeah, I'll bet."

She is obviously trying to spite me.

Fast forward to a couple of weeks ago, again. She is transferred from cashier duty and is now working in the kitchen. Taylor doesn't really see her anymore. She's probably moved on to find someone else's boyfriend to hit on, but that is beside the point. Other than my obvious dislike towards her, making fun of the way she walks, and generally just returning the hatred towards her, I haven't done anything obnoxiously wrong to her. Right? Right... but, the shit hit the fan. I mean, the entire mountainous turd has hit the fan and exploded everywhere. The next installment of our story confirms why I am a terrible person, and why I am going to hell. As if me not being kind to her wasn't enough. As if my snide comments, crude gestures, and (hilarious) jokes weren't enough to send me straight onto the train for hell, I'm sure I'm going there now.

This happened on Friday.

I was making fetticuine noodles, which involved me getting instant boiling water from the kitchen. So, I'm carrying my huge bucket of noodles towards the kitchen, and I round the corner and am promptly shoved out of the way. That doesn't surprise me -- I seem to attract shoves and pushes like that. But another cashier, Vicky, is moving quickly in front of me trying to peer around something. The person who pushed me was the kitchen manager, who was repeating "call a manager!" over and over again.

There is a body on the floor.

Murmurs of "she's having a seizure!" float around the crowd of customers who are peering over the hotcase trying to get a glimpse of the body that is motionless on the floor. I peer around the table, I see the hair (it looked like an older lady's hair) The body is laying between two tables, and the constant stream of motion keep me from being able to see who it is. Who cares, right? Not someone I know, I tell myself as I flipped the knob to get hot water. I let the thing fill up, and stall as I listen to the chatter by breaking up the  noodles with my hands, yes. In the hot water. Whatever. The kitchen manager pages over the intercom -- "Assistant manager to kitchen, please." And to show how awesome our managers are, no one jumped at the chance to assist. (Hear my sarcasm?) Another page on the intercom, "Assistant manager to kitchen, there is an emergancy, please." Eventually, the manager came and whipped out a cellphone, finally someone with enough sense to call 911.

I figured I had had enough, you see one seizure and you see them all.

I left to return to my task, giving my coworker the noodles to deal with. About ten to fifteen minutes later I am called upon to get another round of noodles. So I take the familar bucket and head back to the kitchen, this time I see the emergancy crew adjusting the gurney in which the "30-some-odd female" (as I had told my coworker, because that was my guess) was sitting. Kayla.

I had to stiffle my laughter, really. I did. She was hardly sitting, sitting was putting it lightly though. Kayla's head was bobbing back and forth and she looked drunk and completely out of it. She probably was. I had to laugh as I watched her being wheeled out of the store with everyone watching her. It pretty much seals the deal that I am a terrible person. A person who watched another human being be completely in agony and twitch on the floor. I am pretty sure I am going to hell. I know I'm a terrible person. I find humor in things that shouldn't be funny. But, there is a bright side to this. There really is. If I am going to hell -- at least I will be warm.

That's all.

The worst drivers are always out on Thursday, I swear. People pulling out in front of me, skipping lanes, swerving, speeding that is completely crazy, and it always seems to happen on Thursday. It's an interesting thought I would like to prove someday, but as with most people, I just don't have the time. I've been running around all day. School, home, eat the first meal of the day, take Taylor to work, run an errand, come home, go to school again. It's a never ending busy day today and I really just want to curl up and sleep. I feel accomplished though -- finished a lot of homework last night, studied for my English test that I didn't even take today, and I finished my Biology notes during lunch today! I've taken to skipping lunch at school a lot more lately, the food is really fattening. Then, when I get home my body feels funny after I eat and I feel gross.

I have a mish mash of thoughts right now: I really want to take a shower. I hate my father, he's shrank another one of my good, favorite shirts. I want to get even more music on my iPod, I'm about to break 1,000. I'm proud of how much work I've put into school yesterday and today. I want to eat right now. I'm hungry. I can't wait for potato wedges and general's chicken.

I love how my iTouch plays music without headphones. Not very loud, granted, but it is still pretty cool.

I'm really working on writing online more.


By the way, meeting tomorrow at 7:20 for yearbook editors, I wonder what THAT is about? I hope those girls are pissed. As long as my cover is already sent in, that is, and there isn't anything they can do about it. But lord knows I really hope they are pissed!