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Thursday, January 28, 2010

 

Today... was... well, I think it was a really hard day for me to live out my current vocation to the single life. :| I should really learn not to let my curiosity get the better of me... because then I spiral into this crazy vortex of... mostly guilt and regret and a LOT of "what if...?"s and it's a terrible, crippling thing.



Actually sums it up pretty well... awkwardly enough. Damn you, Chris Carabba.

Yes, I do want a boyfriend, Facebook ads... but not through you... I still have my dignity. Sort of.

Andi 10:12 PM

Sunday, January 24, 2010

 

- I think one of my BIGGEST pet peeves is when people use animal behavior to justify human behavior. Like how dolphins have sex for pleasure. Well, shoot, they don't have contraception or abortion, so what happens if they get pregnant? Their babies die if their mother doesn't know how to take care of it. Or how penguins display homosexual behavior. Some penguins ALSO mate for life. Or how monkeys have interesting sexual behaviors. Monkeys also eat other monkeys. Some monkeys live in what would be considered communes or polygamist societies. Heck, when a new male lion takes over a pride he kills off all the young of the previous male just so he wouldn't have any competition, so I guess I'm waiting for that day when it's okay for a stepfather to murder all his stepchildren because lions do it.

Boop.

I guess I feel talkative today.

- I went to Walk for Life today which was AWESOME??? Seeing all the families there with their kids made me want to have so many kids so badly. *sigh* Right before we crossed the bay, this huge family of what looked like a matriarch, her daughters, and their kids got on the BART and one of them had this TOTALLY EXCITED LOOK and was like "Oh my God, this is AWESOME!" He was so adorable. And we ran into one of Yang's Bellarmine friends who was with a pretty huge family himself and we were like "Wow, is that his whole family?" and he was like "Yeah, they have seven kids." <3!>

We were too far back to be with the army of priests in the front, but when we got to the park, we saw all the Domincans in their WICKED dress robes. Like... have you ever seen a Dominican priest or brother in his dress robe? So freaking cool. They look kind of... menacing with these awesome pitch-black capes that they wear over their white robes so they look like super penguins. It's awesome. And THEN I saw this Amazing Hot Man Wearing a Rosary and all I could think of as I stared for at him for an obscene amount of time is "Can I get your number... for Jean?"

Oh man... I just read my brother lay down a smackdown... and it was a beautiful thing.

Andi 1:13 AM

Monday, June 01, 2009

 

I think the worst thing about the death of that abortion doctor is how COUNTERINTUITIVE it is to the roots of the pro-life movement. Keyword: LIFE. Despite the passion one feels for being pro-life, it is SO STUPID to go around essentially being a terrorist... blowing up abortion clinics and shooting abortion doctors in the head. Despite the lives you maybe save, the terrorism only makes the pro-abortion side stronger. Essentially, these acts of violence become rallying points and the people who get killed become martyrs. Despite the millions of human beings that have died because of abortion, the people who hold the most sway continue to be the people who have a voice, and it is key to the movement to understand that. The pro-life movement should decry the death as a death is still a death... whether it is the death of a late-trimester abortion doctor or the innocent children he killed every day. Judgment is not to be doled out by human hands. If the relgious factions of the pro-life movement REALLY put their trust in God, then they would know that that man would have got his during the final judgment.

Two things about this sicken me: 1) The fact that people would believe they could justly take this matter into their own hands while claiming to be pro-LIFE and 2) The fact that the pro-abortion movement grows stronger because this happened.

Andi 11:24 PM

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

 

This has to be one of my favorite images... I first saw it during our retreat in March where we studied the rosary and the mysteries of Christ. I love it because the male apostles are freaking out like "OMG FIRE!!!!" but the holy women appear to realize this is a sign from Heaven and are all in a state of veneration and awe. And then there's Mary, our Holy Mother, with a look on her face that I can only describe as "Thy will be done."

I think one of the biggest qualms I have with modern-day feminists is that they try too hard to be men... or rather what they perceive men to be: powerful, driven, favored, promiscuous-without-consequence, etc. They forget that men and women are naturally DIFFERENT. This is not to say that women deserve to be shafted in the workplace with less pay for doing the same job as a man. NO. >:| That is an epic failure of society... The words "different but equal" are NOT the equivalent of the words "separate but equal" used in the events preceding the Civil Rights Movement. The differences between men and women merely mean we have different roles to play in the bigger picture.

Anyway... this is slowly turning into a rant, but... I just wanted to share this during this month of Mary.

Labels: Catholicism wow

Andi 11:24 PM

Sunday, May 03, 2009

 

Song of the Day: "Turn, Turn, Turn" by the Byrds


I've figured it out! All the hot, sweet, smart, Catholic boys are already engaged or married to the biggest, prettiest girl of them all... the Church.


I'm not sure if that should be FML or not... x)

Andi 7:42 PM

Friday, January 23, 2009

 

Hey. Want to hear a terrible pro-abortion argument?

"You do make a good point about the newborn baby part but still, the fact remains with me and with so many others...that the it is the mother's choice because that baby belongs to her."

Oh... you mean like how black slaves *belonged* to their white owners? EPIC ARGUMENT FAIL. Human beings cannot and SHOULD NOT BE ABLE TO own other human beings. You can ask any biologist... that single-celled organism with the human DNA is by DEFINITION a human being. It may not *look* like a human being... it may not be able to *act* like a human being yet, but it is indistinguishable from the DNA of a cell from a full-grown human being. So... conclude from that.

Labels: Catholicism wow

Andi 10:25 PM

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

 

Current Mood: Fucking finals...
Song of the Day: "Soundtrack for Our Movie" by Mae

Well the good news is i think i've kicked this Curtis thing (FINALLY!!!!! OMFG). Bad news is i think i'm not as over a previous relationship as i thought i was... which is super lame because i wouldn't even call either of them a "relationship" really... *sigh*

Finals have really got me in a funk. I'm really starting to go nuts. I'm not even kidding. *double sigh*

Andi 1:16 PM

Friday, March 16, 2007

 

So when you say forever
Can't you see, you've already captured me"
-"The Sun and the Moon" by Mae




Because some days i still miss you...

Andi 1:49 AM

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

 

Current Mood: EMO TEARS OF BLOOD lulz
Song of the Day: "The Sun and the Moon" by Mae

Mmm...had a dream last last night and felt it was time to be writing this stuff down... I think eventually it'll become a full-on fic, but these are just a few flashback drabbles. I have a feeling it's going to be way emo and shit, but ah well. At least i'll give you a happy ending. I ain't no Nicholas Sparks, okay? GOD. I hate that man...

Mmm... there's two people speaking. Dani in Italics, Zach in bold. They're not actually writing to each other... but it kind of looks like it, doesn't it? xP Touche...

So now I’m sitting here staring at a blank piece of paper wondering what it is exactly that I should be saying to you.
I’m tempted to start this the way I started my first diary when I was in third grade: “Dear Diary, I am in love with Zach Baylor.” But that would be ridiculous, wouldn’t it? What we had was purely puppy love, and puppy love isn’t supposed to last this long… right?
It’s been ten years since I moved away. In those ten years, I have gone home at least once every summer, hoping, wishing, and loathing the fact that we might run into each other. This has only happened twice: once during Halloween in seventh grade and once just two years ago during Fiesta.
I haven’t had a boyfriend since you. Well, I’m not sure if what we had counts as a relationship, and I was only officially your girlfriend for a day. Nothing even happened. Most of the crushes I’ve had since you haven’t resulted in anything. I find myself most attracted to those men with pretty eyes who flash pretty smiles. I also like my boys shy, and all those things inevitably link them back do you.

Do you remember the first time we met? It was probably in first grade, but I don’t think we were ever introduced or anything. I do, however, remember the first day I saw you.
I had never noticed you before but you were on the swings, sailing high into the air, trying to grab the outstretched hand of the boy next to you. I traded in my metal tricycle for one of the more wobbly two-wheelers, hoping somehow I would catch your eye and stand out from the dozen or so other kindergarteners circling the asphalt.
In that moment, seeing you as the sunlight caught your hair, I felt my heart race in a way that it never had for a member of the opposite sex. We were in different classes, though, and at the time I felt like I would never get to know you or even find out what your name was.
At the end of recess, you obediently went to stand in line at the front of your classroom. You didn’t see me, but I was watching when the pudgy little boy came up to you and said something to you. I watched as your face soured and you said something in return, your cheeks flushed with anger and embarrassment. I watched as he grabbed you tightly by the wrist, and I watched as you struggled to break out of his grasp.
He was hurting you, squeezing too hard, I could feel blood roaring past my ears and wondered why I was the only one who saw… I who was too helpless to do anything about it. Finally you managed to pry his fingers off of you. I could see the pain in your face as you disappeared into the classroom, but you never shed a tear.
You were strong, you were beautiful, and I was half in love with you already.

I can’t remember the first time I met you. I think I was eased into knowing you gradually because I became friends with Jack Stadler. He was the ringleader in your little trio… “Jack, Taylor, and Zachary Baylor.” It’s funny how things work out like that. You were always last and least, quieter, gentler than those other two. I could never figure out why you were friends with them, only that you had all known each other since preschool and that’s what kept you together.
In my opinion, Taylor was always the best looking out of the three of you. There was something intrinsically British about Jack (probably those huge teeth and the fact that he was always bragging about how his family was from England), and you were so mousy and shy who would pay any attention to you?
We weren’t in the same class, anyway. First grade was pretty lonely for me, and it didn’t help that Everett had taken up teasing me every day with his stupid older friends. I made friends with some of the new girls who hadn’t been in kindergarten with us. Kristin was particularly feisty and would often take on my brother and his friends when they made fun of us. I never found out how she figured out that kicking them in the jewels would cause the most hurt, but it was amusing to watch as my brother’s friends doubled over in pain when her kicks connected. She was a little girl but she could sure pack a lot of power. Ryan had thankfully been transferred to another school so he wasn’t around to bother me anymore. But my best friend Lisa had also moved away, and she had been the only person I had made a connection with in kindergarten.
The combination of being around you three boys in addition to hanging out with my brothers at home probably contributed to why I generally feel more comfortable around men than I do around women. Do you see how your influence continues to invade my life?
Just to make things clear, I never kissed Jack and Taylor like they always claimed. I would remember something as repulsive as that. My one regret (well, one out of the many that I have concerning you) is never getting to kiss you when I had the chance.

I couldn’t believe my luck when Jack told me about this “pretty cool” girl in his class, and then pointed you out to me the next day.
Your name was Danielle but everyone called you Dani. The other boys liked to tease you and call you “Danielli Danielli Facinelli.” Your older brother and his friends generally started the taunting but if any of us younger boys tried to get in on the action, Everett was truly frightening to behold.
You’d get back at your big brother for making fun of you, though. One of your friends was particularly bold and terrifying because she knew where to kick to make it hurt the most.
You had friends, but I noticed you were like me: a loner at heart. When everyone else was playing Red Light Green Light or Mother May I after school you generally watched rather than participated.
My first grade understanding of girls wasn’t that different from kindergarten. You still weren’t in my class, you were still out of my reach. I doubted you even noticed me. I started paying attention to a girl in my own class: Sadie Logan. She was pretty enough… dark hair, freckles. She took my mind off of you.
Of course she rejected my advances. Cooties were still a rampant problem at this point, but I kept trying anyway even though every day after school I would still find myself watching you from the sidelines as you laughed and talked with Jack and Taylor. I always got picked up before you all did, so I never knew what happened after I left.
Jack and Taylor both told me about how you kissed them. Imagine my surprise and disappointment. You vehemently denied it for all the rest of the time I knew you, so I was never sure of the truth. I liked to hope that you were right, and that I still had the chance to be the first boy to ever kiss you.
But I could never muster up enough courage and then you were gone.

whoa... can you say "super emo"? I should write a Sam Winchester/Peter Petrelli fic with this emo energy... xP

Andi 8:35 PM

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

 

Current Mood: *sigh* Sammy Emo
Song of the Day: "Lonely" by Akon

I'm listening to my iPod super loud because Joe is watching "Heroes" outside and if i hear Peter Petrelli's voice one more time i'm going to explode from the need to see him. That is how badly my withdrawals from TV are right now. And thus... we have achieved Sammy Emo... CRITICAL MASS!!!! (Critical Masi? xD) HAHA. I've been coming up with a lot of horrendous puns lately... which makes me want to reread The Phantom Tollbooth. That's the thing with children's books... they're so reread-able. I can't think of a single "adult" book that i would want to read over and over again... except maybe some books from Discworld, but that's about it. :(

TV has been such a large part of my life that i find i have all this excess free time without it... so i've just been doodling and coloring a lot which is kind of BAD since i should probably be concentrating on school or something? I feel like if i actually APPLIED myself i could be as smart as my brother, but since i don't... xD Apparently, being bored makes me want to doodle dirty pictures of my "Heroes" OCs...

Case in point. Oh, Smikey... you just wait till Eponine wakes up and realizes you two did the dirty while you were both drugged. I think that's why he has such a horrified look on his face. Any other guy would be like "Hell yeah. I just banged a fuckin' stripper, man." *sigh* maybe i should just go back to doing crossword puzzles or something. >_> I like nekkid Smike... nekkid Smike is effing hot. Also it is much easier to draw nekkid people than people in clothes. I really want to do a "Heroes" strip involving Niki/Jessica, Peter, and Nathan plus a conversation i had with Amy... but that would be somewhat complicated. If Sylar hurt Peter... but dammit i have developed an infinitesimal crush on Zachary Quinto... me and the bushy eyebrows man... *glomptackles wittle itty bitty Lahmi*

I had lunch with Ami today. That was fun. :) I haven't seen her in a long time. Yesterday i was sitting around outside having lunch because it was a GORGEOUS day and like i saw everyone and their mother. First i ran into Christine before class, then i got lunch and ran into David and Michael Feng... then i ran into Nolan and Christine (Again! xD) and then Andrew decided to crash at my table. LOL. I was supposed to be reading for section. It's okay though because one of the papers was written by my prof. for insect ecology last quarter so i already knew what the heck it was talking about. But Curtis crashed my section AGAIN. He's not allowed to do that! Like i said, that is my ALONE TIME with my super hot, totally gay TA. D:< i'm thinking of passive-aggressive ways to tell Curtis to either stop invading my space or ask me out... such as changing my FB status to "Andrea is wondering when you'll stop crashing her Behavioral Ecology section and just ask her out already." It would be even funnier if he replied with "wtf i don't even like you" ... assuming he replies at all. Apparently two of my three classes are with Shuttle Buddy next quarter because he has decided to become and EBE major. That ALSO upsets me. Why couldn't he have been in two of my classes back when he was single? BAH! As Ami told me the other day "I don't like the men in your life." To which i said, "me neither..." LOL.

Actually it's not SO bad. I had lunch with Andrew and Brian after mass on Sunday. That was pretty fun. They're cool dudes. Except Andrew kept going "OMG ANDREA IT'S JENSEN ACKLES" and pointing at the TV in Tap Ex even though it was just "Gladiator" on the TV... so i ate meat in front of his face. D:< lol. Also i've taken a sadistic enjoyment in messing with Jon and telling him i'm totally going to start going out with Chris. That is also fun. It takes my mind off of the fact that i really really want to watch TV and "Lost" just isn't cutting it for me. So i suppose i don't HATE the men in my life... but they're not... y'know... dating material. lol. Erica says she wants to get into show business... then she can introduce me to Jensen and i won't have to move all the way to Vancouver. x)

Labels: heroes, life

Andi 4:51 PM