Vote However You Like

The time is upon us. The election is on its last legs, the finish line is in sight - in just one week we'll know who is elected as the next President of the United States! In honor of this pivotol time of our lives (and the fact that I just voted by mail), I have to show you this video. Why is it always children who shine the positive light for the clouded closed-mindedness of adults?

P.S. It'll make you dance. These kids have rhythm!

Blast from the Past - Part 4

Another old journal entry discovered! It's embarrassing how different my writing style was. On the other hand, it's embarrassing how similar it is as well..... guess not much has changed in four years. One thing's for sure - I'm just as analytical as I was as a Freshman in college.


College – it’s a wonderful time in our lives. This immense privilege allows us to foster our education, meet new friends, and establish ourselves as individuals. Also, it is unfortunately a time to encounter the complicated idea of love. With that in mind, as I walk the busy sidewalks of this campus, I notice that segregation has arisen as a severe issue. There are two types of people at the University of Arizona (a microcosm of the real world) – those in relationships and the unpopular singletons (essentially the majority of this population). Yet, as this school year fades into summer, a new type that is rarely spoken of is revealed – the hopeless singleton. This class is basically caught between wanting a relationship and being satisfied with their single stature –a ‘sexual purgaytory’ if you will. During a time when we’re suffocated by the pressures of love, I wonder if we've become too comfortable with being single? Or is it possible to defy this segregation and attain a “relationship”?

Let’s take a closer look, shall we? On this campus, it’s easy to see those in relationships. They are the ones who, for the most part, are flaunting their affection by holding hands and shamelessly ‘making-out’ near the bookstore (gag reflex). However, I question these “relationships-on-display”. As I walked passed them, attempting to hold down my lunch, I wondered if relationships today were, in fact, genuine. Or rather, is it just an endeavor to feel adequate with their adult lives? Think about it, living on our own challenges us to battle an array of obstacles. For the most part, it’s the first time we're living alone, paying our own bills, and growing as people. Wouldn’t a relationship push us that much closer towards adulthood?

On the other hand, the single life causes students (and graduates) to discover a completely different side of themselves. On our own, we're able to concentrate solely on our goals and aspirations. For the first time, we aren’t ‘tied down’ by our parents and, on the contrary to “the couple”, we can be free. Yes, this may be construed as selfishness (or insanity), but being independent may be vital during this point in our lives.

Then there are those in this ‘sexual purgaytory’. This ‘type’ cherishes every single minute of being single – we're free to do whatever (or whomever) we want, aren’t constricted to solely one person, and can concentrate on our ambitions. However, this freedom ultimately evokes desire for companionship. We want to have our ‘cock’ and eat it too. No matter what, we're never satisfied.

As someone who has embodies a little bit of all the aforementioned traits, I must step back and take action. Therefore, I have a dream. In this ‘love/no love’ world, we will always be forced to make choices. Are we willing to change? Or are we satisfied? I guess all I can say now, as the year comes to an end, is no matter what ‘clan’ we're all in, I recommend we break down this relationship barrier and, with high hopes for the future, follow our hearts.

Friday's Addiction

Ooh, come to mama. Josh Groban's gonna drive me to drinking! Well, more than I already drink.... He's mojito-hot in this picture. Factor in his amazing singing voice and I'll definitely be in AA territory.

Diablo's Back!

It started around this time last year. A cold Fall breeze on a particularly lonesome October evening, my coworker and I graced the multiplex to an advanced screening of Juno. Little did I know that an obsession with my soon-to-be hetero lover would begin. Although she and I had some rocky roads together (all is forgiven), Diablo Cody has since created a series that will undoubtedly bring her back into her greatly deserved spotlight. Incidentally, I've been fortunate enough to read the pilot episode and can say it has the potential to be thoroughly entertaining (or else, be as disastrous as the Hindenburg)

Proposition 8

I'm all for voting no on Proposition 8, but it sincerely irks me when advertisements like this one are released (it reminds me of a bad skit from Mad TV). I understand that the intentions are solid and ultimately meant for the greater good, but there's a fine line between being informative and downright hokey. From an objective voter's point-of-view, I wouldn't be convinced or informed from this slapstick commercial. Nor would my perception of marriage equality be altered for the better.

Then again, I'm sure those prejudice conservatives who support prop 8 (or prop 102 for Arizonians) are more than willing to throw down a grand or two to keep marriage "sanction". They'd gladly fund wide-released advertisements (like this one) no matter how ridiculous they are. The hate in their hearts and selfishness in the heads must be tucked away, secured, and sealed and that can't be done without these preposterous campaigns.

You realize, there has been over $40 million put into Proposition 8 by both campaigns. $40 million!!! Personally, I think that kind of money would have been better invested towards saving Darfur, UNICEF, and/or aiding Hurricane Ike victims. Don't ya think?

I just wished we, as a nation, were at that stage where we didn't need political advertisements and ridiculous propositions to support equality for everyone. I wish we, as a nation, were matured, civilized, and selfless enough to look beyond sexual orientation, move passed our petty differences, and excel into an age of acceptance. And finally, I wish we, as a nation, would understand that marriage is defined by love. And no matter what those marriage equality opponents say, love has no boundaries.

I pray that proposition 8 doesn't pass. But if, by chance, it does - I promise you it will not be the end-all be-all. It's a known fact that once the smoke finally settles and the dust clears, love always wins. Always.

Who Wants a White Knight?

If you watch Heroes, you know who he is. In fact, you either love him or you hate him. Sylar, played by the impeccably attractive Zachary Quinto, is the show's nastiest (yet, hottest) villain. What is it about the bad guy that sparks attraction? Is it the sexy smolder? The alluring spontaneity? The mysterious facade? Nothing's more appealing than a psychopathic, head-splitting murderer, right? Ironically, even when I was a child, I always seemed to gravitate towards the enemy. I rooted for Michelle Pfeiffer's Catwoman with every fiber of my being. My cousins would always tag me as Magneto during our X-Men play games. Hell, I'm even still curious what Cruela's coat would look like if she would've attained her desired material...

Therefore, it's no surprise my favorite character in Heroes is the villain. However, somehow I'm thinking this attraction reaches beyond fiction.... But why? WHY? Why is the "bad boy" always the most intriguing? It seems like they always have the most depth behind their tough, cold, (albeit, rugged) exterior. No matter how many Clark Kents and Peter Parkers there are, I seem to always fall for the Lex Luthors and Harry Osborns (swoon, James Franco). Perhaps it fits behind the notion that I'm not looking for a hero. Bonnie Tyler didn't know shit! I don't want to be saved (show of hands: who was as annoyed at Kirsten "Damsel Twat" Dunst as I was?). Instead, I'm looking for someone who can break through my tough exterior and be my partner in crime. I'm looking for the Clyde to my Bonnie that will move beyond saving the world and concentrate on one another. Is that too much to ask?

As for now, I'll just have to wait... and until then be content with my fictitious psychopathic, head-splitting murderer (every boy's fantasy....)