I'm a little tea-pot.

So, it's late. I can't sleep. I figured I would add a post to the list of my un-read posts. (By the way, I like that nobody reads this blog. It's like hiding in plain sight.) When it gets to late night, oftentimes, men have to pee. I realized that I do certain things when I pee, to pee. For instance, I tend to either put one hand on the wall in front of me, or I rest my head on the cabinet above my toilet. I always picture myself as some sort of tea-pot being tipped over and tea coming forth.

Another thing, I can't pee when I hear my suite-mate's girlfriend talking. Just FYI, I live in a suite and his girlfriend is over frequently and her voice can be easily heard in the bathroom. Just clarifying my lack of creeper-ness. Anyway, I don't know why it is just her. I can pee anywhere at anytime without blinking an eye, but she says one word and the flow stops...

I hope I don't offend sensibilities with this one, but, hey, it's late and all two of my readers probably don't mind.

Another thing, I like to knit. A lot. I am a male. This creates awkward conversation topics as of recently. I don't think it's wrong. Why is knitting reserved for old women and unusually crafty girls? Why can't guys knit? Well, they can. I have read some articles about the increase in male knitters. And not just male knitters that have a preference for other male knitters, if you know what I mean. I mean males that like females (put bluntly), which is strange. I love knitting. I find a strangely independent feeling when I knit. I can purl, stitch, rib, cable, raspberry, and all these other cool things, and I like that about myself. So, to those out there that think it is weird I knit, it is. However, I enjoy it. It makes me very happy to knit. Here's to knitting with balls. (Yarn balls, that is.) THE END.

Soul Mates

Let me start off by saying that I believe in soul mates, but, however, I am not a "hopeless romantic." Similarly, I also believe in good grammar, but sometimes I don't like to use it. The point is, I don't want a reader to pass over this believing that I'm going to glorify getting married and having kids at 16.

Here's my... theory about soul mates: I think they exist and that they die closely to each other. My parents, grandparents and great-grandparents are all soul mates. I believe that wholeheartedly. However, they are all exceptions to my rule. My great-grandfather died a few years ago but my great-grandma is still working (volunteering) at a thrift store. The reason I believe she is still alive is because she's too stubborn and she loves to work. I love her dearly and she was always very independent.

My grandpa also died, just recently, and my grandma is still alive. At first, I, honestly, didn't hold out hope for her to stick around much longer, but extenuating circumstances, once again. She has a son of over 40 that has lived at home since birth. He will not leave. She believes that nobody will take care of him if she were to pass. At times, she has called my mother in tears asking my mom to take care of him after her death. This is why I believe she hasn't began to "go," so to speak. She feels and obligation past her grief. I think she is a very courageous person for this. I know that she was very close to my grandfather. Close to a point where it was beyond husband and wife, but to a deep friendship. Imagine a friend that you absolutely could not live without, literally, and that was my grandparents. My parents are also very similar.

At times, I believe they could tear each other apart, but nobody else would put up with them. Sometimes, they have the demeanor of angry, starving street cats, but with all that, I know that they are meant for the other. Nobody else could tolerate them. Even they would agree with this.

I also believe that at one point, I found my soul mate. However, for whatever reason, whether it was misplaced destinies or we just didn't have the chance, we are not together. I wish that it could work out but she doesn't think it could. One day, maybe we'll meet at a jazz lounge where I'm a bar-tender and she the singer, but, until then, we are two halves of a whole trying to find our substitute.

Cookies

So, I like cookies. There's no mystery there. Everybody does. (Or should.) However, there is something that has and always will bother me about the cookie world. Sugar cookies. They are the con-artists of the cookie world. They bother me greatly.

Here's the deal: Sugar cookies are the only cookie that changes its face for each holiday. Sugar cookies with little pumpkins on them, Christmas trees and hearts for Valentine's Day. This evidence proves that they are the lamest cookie. The "uncool" cookie. The outcast.

Don't get me wrong, they are delicious. As well, they are rather decorative and they leave room for creativity. With sprinkles, icing, and colors, the fun is limitless. However, what is a sugar cookie? Does not every cookie contain sugar? What makes the "sugar" cookie so special as to be the sugar cookie?

Here's what I think. In basic science, one learns that there is no such thing as darkness, just the absence of light. Similarly, there is no such thing as cold, just the absence of heat. In this way I don't believe the "sugar cookie" exists... Bold words. I know.

Since every cookie has sugar, naming this... this... thing the sugar cookie, you are actually saying it is in absence of anything else. It should actually be called the... darkness cookie. Catchy, right?

I actually had someone ask me once if I wanted a lavender sugar cookie. What?! So, after telling them the reasoning I just wrote of, I explained that calling it the lavender (and) sugar cookie is paramount to calling it a dark-light cookie. They, of course, changed the name. What's so weird is that I'm not usually like this. I don't usually care when people call things the wrong thing or mispronounce something, but I can no longer handle the sugar cookie's tyranny of misnomers.

Just remember the next time someone offers you a sugar cookie... You'll know what to do.

Am I behind?

Just recently I noticed that a lot of my friends from high school and a few in college are getting married. Why? I don't know. But it's no longer just the couple that accidentally had a baby and got married because of it. It's also people that believe they have found their "soul mate" or eternal love. I'm not doubting that they are truly in love, I'm just wondering if I'm behind or something. I'm 19... and I thought that was young. It IS. But my friends older and younger are settling down into families and what-not. Too soon.

I have plans in life. I want to act, teach, travel, and then settle down to a family. Maybe I'm the crazy one. However, we have so much time on this Earth that can be spent making a family. (There's quite a bit.) But how much time do we have to experience the world around us? Sample food from Italy, view art at the Louvre, or feed a child in Darfur.

If you're reading this and you're married and feeling slightly (or greatly) offended, don't. If you've found the person to live with forever, more power to you. I guess I'm just trying to justify to myself that I'll be able to find love and a family before I'm too old to.

Should Sidwell Friends School be the example?

The president is, essentially, the example citizen. He is supposed to have the perfect family and children and everything he does sets the bar for the rest of the country. When another country looks at "the" American, they look to the president. (This is part of the decision process that goes into voting for me.) Is this how it should be? Probably not. It is unfair. That is a large burden for one person. But it is so.

Even how he handles his children is under scrutiny. Or, in this case, where he puts them in school?

Recently, a school in D.C., where Obama's children attend, came under more pressure than usual for protesting protesters that came to the school. Anti-Obama and anti-gay protesters showed up at the school to apparently "influence" the young minds attending the school. However, the children then protested with their thoughts and ideal on posters.

The news here is not necessarily the the posters the kids put up, but the publicity the school has of late. The school administrator was recently on GQ's 50 most influential people in D.C. list. The administration all the way down to the lunch menu is publicized. With this recent publicity and Obama's recent declaration of change on America's school systems, is this becoming the "model" school?

This isn't really a thesis or an argument, just a thought. Obama could ideally take one school and form it to his idea of perfection and America could take the results of the education there as an example and decide whether or not to apply it to the entire country. Once again, just a thought.

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