Indecisive.

I know Im suppose to be blogging about ideas I have for my upcoming paper. It is suppose to be on a comparison of something to deal with Pop Culture. The problem is, I have no idea what or where to start. I want it to be something unique and interesting, but something that is specific to me. Something that will challenge me to perceive things differently. Ive read a few other blogs about this topic and they all seem like such good ideas. I could take so much from them, but, I dont want to copy anyone else. Im stubborn like that. Seems to me Im having a problem being original :( And im all about originality. Should I compare two songs? What about two television ads? Who knows?!?!?! I wish we hadn't gone over the gangster pictures that are in our text book. I could do so much with those two pics. Just the subtle differences that I picked out of those two pictures I could write soooo much on. If I wanted to I could compare Myspace to Facebook, two things that are very much pop culture. We get tons of information on both websites and lots of advertisements. The way communication is done and how you connect to different people is also different. Now that I think about it, I might just do that, not sure though.

Anyway, Spring break is coming up and that means mid=terms. Cant believe school is going by this fast. Hard to comprehend how fast paced life seems to be now. Next thing we know, we are gonna have careers and be married with children, well for the most of us anyway. Its funny how when we were children a year seemed like forever, but the older we get, it seems like the faster it goes. A year is gone in a blink of an eye. Makes me sit and wonder, am I living my life to the fullest, am i focussing too much on what doesnt matter and not paying attention to what does? Just a few things thats been on my mind lately.

What has the world come to?

So, I dont normally watch tv and havent had one in my dorm room until yesterday. I FINALLY set up my tv and bought a new dvd player, just in time for this English assignment (writing a blong while watching tv). So here I am sitting here in front of the tv with my remote and my laptop. And, since Im consciously paying attention to what is actually on, Ive noticed somthing somewhat disturbing.

The term Pop Culture is essentially wrong, its more like SEX Culture. Ive been casually flipping through the channels and for the most part, everything has something to do with sex. The most popular tv shows are always dealing with who is meant for eachother or the newest sex scandal. The most popular talk on my floor is the love lines from One Tree Hill and Greys Anatomy. Why are shows like this you ask? Because WE are OBSESSED with sex. Everything in today's society somehow deals with sex, or at least it seems that way.

Even the add comercials use sex to get peoples attention. Whether its for a new cologne for men, that will "have woment flocking around you" or a new clothing line to "attract the ladies". For women its all about the products. Beauty products. Things to help you change your weight, hair color, facial flaws, and anything else that will "make you more appealing to men". Comedian Rodney Carrington has a joke that is funny but so very true. He says that a company trying to sell wheelbarrows only has to have a hot blonde dressed in a bikini, licking her lips and saying "mmmmm" on the screen. Then flash the wheelbarrow. "I couldnt drive to the store fast enough to buy me a wheelbarrow" Replies Rodney. Hilarious as it sounds, ITS TRUE. Think about it..you'll see.

So, pop culture is really, sex culture. Our lives are dictated by sex. How often we get it, who with, how to make ourselves more appealing to get it. What is the world coming to that this is all there is to society. Not that Im advocating a change, Im right in there on the bandwaggon, Im just stating simple fact.

Concrete Angel

I have come to realize that music plays a very big role in my life. I always have some music on, whether its my ipod, my computer, the radio or music videos on tv. As for picking a single song to talk about....it took me forever. I have so many songs that mean so many different things to me depending on what mood Im in. At the moment, Ive had a song playing over and over again in my head for a while, Concrete Angle by Martina McBride. The lyrics are absolutely amazing.

This song really has a lot of meaning to me because it is so true in todays society, one can never really tell who is being abused and may need help. I have personal experience with this when I was growing up. Several people I knew were in a similar situations. It just goes to show how oblivious people are to their surrounds, or how they will ignore problems that stare them right in the face. Every time I hear this song, if Im alone, I cry. Not just because of the pain and suffering the child goes through, but to think of how heartless the world has become.

http://www.kidsforsavingearth.org/kse.htm

I was given the assignment of finding an environmental website to discuss in a blog. This one really touched me. It was founded for a young boy who passed away from cancer at 11. He wasnt concerned with the fact that he had cancer, he was more worried about what we as humans were doing to our environment. This organization provides a means for young children to be a part of eco-friendly programs.

Not only do they provide an easy way for young children to help out, this website provides multitudes of information on the problems the earth is now facing. The information is easily understandable for its targeted audience. Normally these types of sites target the adult world, but this one is perfect for our younger generations.

Im awfully wordy!

So, jokingly in my previous blog, I warned everyone about how I use a lot of foul language; unfortunately, I actually do. Ive payed attention to what words are used most frequently in my everyday speech; it's worse than a rated R movie! Id have to say that more frequently than Id like to admit I say cocksucker and fuck(er). I have no idea how people can stand listening to me talk. I drop something "FUCK", the computer acts up (which I just bought a week ago) "Cocksucker!". Luckily my roommate and I have very similar vocabularies so I dont have to worry about it too much around her; I just wonder how people react to a petite blonde walking down the sidewalk conversing on her cell phone with a friend, probably get a few odd stares that I am completely oblivious too. NOTE TO SELF: stop using such foul language when walking around campus. I am actually a semi-intelligent individual and my word choice doesnt exactly demonstrate that aspect about me. Ive also caught myself using phrases that are inside jokes around new friends at school, that are from my friends around town. One of which is "green means go". It doesnt sound too horrible but the inside implications are. A friend of ours got very desperate in the dating world... he made a mistake and told us about a girl that he was interested in. Big mistake. We all knew that she "had been around the block" and therefore our favorite saying now when someone does something stupid or knows they are about to do something stupid is GREEN MEANS GO! Its much funnier if you knew the exact circumstances but Im not willing to go there. Anyway, what started out as a joke, well, turned out to be truth. I really need to start paying attention to what Im saying and around who Im saying it.

New Ink

Since I dont really watch the new or any sports, Im just going to catch everyone up on what is going on in my life (I have to keep a blog for English, dont want to get a bad grade).

At this exact moment I am sitting on my bed, surrounded by textbooks, needing to study. I hate to study. Never really had to in high school, but Im very competitive when it comes to grades, but yet I am the queen of procrastination. An odd comibination I know.

This past weekend, instead of doing homework, I hung out with friends and spent an unnecessary amount of money on stuff that I dont need. The most exciting event was getting my tattoo fixed. Last year when I got out of boot camp, I got a shooting star tattoo on my foot/ankle. It was for my dad. Well, the woman that did it, sucked. It looked horrible. The star looked like a starfish, and the tail of it was squiggles. I had numerous people ask if I got bored and drew on myself with marker, thats how horrible it looked. So Saturday night, I went to my tattoo shop and got it fixed. I go to Hardwire on Front Street for anyone who wants to know, they do some of the best work in the area. Anyway, I had probably six different designs drawn on me seeing what we could do to cover up the shittyness. The start is still there, turned into a nautical star, there are commits and clouds and the moon and water. Im very happy with the end resualt, even though I was there for almost 4 hours. And a little information about getting your feet tattooed, highly painful. I have a VERY high pain tolerance, didnt even know that I had a broken bone after a car wreck, and this tattoo made me squirm.

I am going to warn everyone now. My next blog is an assigned one for English. We have to pay attention to our word choice and see what words/phrases we use most everyday. The warning is, I have very foul language, so be prepared.