hey baby come on back to my place
I've been in several situations where I wondered if people I lived with were having sex, I've even wondered if my roommate was having sex while I was sleeping in the same room, and walked in on them too, but never before in my life have I had to deal with an all-day shriek-fest. Actually, it's been going on for a couple of days, sometimes with cover-up music, sometimes without. OH MY GOD. I think they have some awareness that I exist, because after an especially loud shriek, I hear a "shhhh!" but the warning is pretty ineffectual. Like you have your normal sexy noises, and then you have these nonhuman high-pitched bird-call shrieks that pierce your eardrum. All. Day. Long. God, please please please make it stop. Or at least make them shriek into their pillow.
The first day of school is looming upon me and oh god am i scared...because I don't even have my classes figured out yet!!! They JUST cancelled a course that I really wanted to take in the department with my favorite professor, so I thought I might try to take a different graduate course which still looked very interesting to me, and now I'm going to have to convince that professor that I'm ready for that challenge and that I'm serious about my education...and I still have to convince my project supervisor professor to be my thesis advisor...both are very difficult endeavors, and I doubt they will BOTH fall into place...
I'm just incredibly upset because I'm trying so hard to carve out the education that I want, and I know I'm not going about it the same way as the other undergraduates, but it's what I have to do to get what I want out of my experience here. I have always wanted to take graduate courses in the department so that I could get more than what I got out of just the core requirements; they just left me thirsty for more. I just want this chance so badly so that I might be able to prove to myself that I can be successful again.
everyone must know about this
It is not important that I stumbled upon this site during my daily visit to cuteoverload.com . It is simply important that I found it. I try to stay abreast of current events as best I can, without sending myself into a depression spiral, but I didn't even know that this still occurred. I always thought that the seal hunt was stopped in the 50s or something. The fact that it is still done today with such flagrant disregard for current animal welfare regulations absolutely disgusts me. It is such a backward practice, something that I would not expect in this day and age.
I hesitate a little bit to complain about such things to people other than my vegetarian boyfriend, because I don't want to be seen as that sort of vegetarian that acts as if she is on a holy crusade. I would never try to push my views on anyone, because it is a personal choice that I made, and there are certainly still kinks that need to be smoothed out in my vegetarian plan. (I sometimes wonder if I am being hypocritical by being only concerned with animal cruelty in slaughterhouses and not dairy farms...but I didn't think I could make the jump all the way from carnivore to vegan in one step.) I also don't want to be the type that goes "Oh look my friend told me that her friend told her that his mom told him that her hairdresser told her that x phenomenon happens, therefore it must be true." I fully intend to research this issue more. It just seemed like some fairly reliable information to start with. BUT I would think this issue would anger both the vegan and the carnivore alike, for a number of reasons.
- It would be one thing if hunting seals were absolutely necessary for the survival of a certain population, or even if seals were a huge part of the culture of the population. But it does not appear to me that this is an integral part of the culture or economy of any of the developed nations involved.
- All humans, in my opinion, must be respectful of animals, whether one uses them as food or not. I have plenty of acquaintances that eat meat that are clearly thankful for the lives of the animals that they use for sustenance, and are concerned when meat is flippantly wasted, out of respect for the animal. Thus it is not simply the fact that the seals are killed that bothers me, but that so little of the animal is actually used/consumed.
- With the modern technology that we have, it seems like the hunting practices are almost intentionally cruel. The site says that an estimate was put forth that about forty percent of the seals picked up were skinned while still conscious. It also describes the hunting methods, and while shooting is popular, many are still killed with an ice pick-like club. It astounds me that any human could beat another animal to death with such an instrument when we know how complicated their brains are, when we know that they can feel pain just as we can, and when we know much faster and more humane methods for putting them out.
These are just my personal reactions to reading about these practices; I am sure that there are many that would disagree with me, and that there are probably some valid counterpoints that I have not considered. I don't wish to offend anyone that reads this; I was just so shocked and appalled at what I saw that I felt the need to complain in hopes that I might spread this news to other interested parties that were previously unaware. It just saddens me so much that these beautiful animals are cruelly harvested simply for their skin, oil, and penises (?!?!), and I just wanted to share.
AMAZING realization !!!
Here, a sample of the AMAZING thoughts that go through my head:
"Damn it...I have to do laundry. ...washing machines...they take the place of washboards and gruelling labor...I'll bet people in the old days didn't wash their clothes after one use...wow...people must have smelled verrrry bad then."
Aren't you glad that you know me???
my friend, my companion, my other lover
Why, oh why, did I not bring a stash of Diet Coke to Klinton's apartment tonight? I can't do anything without her! Better yet, why doesn't he keep a stash for me?????? What will I do??????????????
how not to be a douchebag
Lesson #1: Do not continue a phone conversation into a public bathroom. Your phone conversation with Brett Bretterson is not so important that you must conduct it while urinating.
