All Men Are Not Created Equal

It's illogical to think that all men are created equally, simply for the mere fact that they are not. Although man has come a long way, we still have a longer ways to go. We have to learn that even though we are not created equal, without the same opportunities, the same privileges, nor the same standards, we all share the same attributes that make us, well, human. If you deny someone else their rights, no matter how much you despise them, you don't believe in freedom and equality at all. Your lame attempts to strip others of their humanity falls short from what you think is "right". Nobody is telling you to change your opinions about them. Simply give them their rights, give them what all humans deserve.

"To each his own."

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And in the words of Atticus Finch...

"One more thing, gentlemen, before I quit. Thomas Jefferson once said that all men are created equal, a phrase that the Yankees and the distaff side of the Executive branch in Washington are fond of hurling at us. There is a tendency in this year of grace, 1935, for certain people to use this phrase out of context, to satisfy all conditions. The most ridiculous example I can think of is that the people who run public education promote the stupid and idle along with the industrious -- because all men are created equal, educators will gravely tell you, the children left behind suffer terrible feelings of inferiority. We know all men are not created equal in the sense some people would have us believe -- some people are smarter than others, some people have more opportunity because they're born with it, some men make more money than others, some ladies make better cakes than others -- some people are born gifted beyond the normal scope of most men. But there is one way in this country in which all men are created equal -- there is one human institution which makes a pauper the equal of a Rockefeller, a stupid man the equal of an Einstein, and the ignorant man the equal of any college president. That institution, gentlemen, is a court."

-Atticus Finch,
"To Kill A Mockingbird", by Harper Lee

Gung Hay Fat Choi...Kung Hey Fat Choy...whatever.

So today was the beginning of Chinese New Year. Why do we Chinese have a need a separate New Year? I don't know. I'm assuming it's the marking of the new zodiac year. Last year, was the year of the Rat. This year, the year of the Ox. So yeah. This morning, I woke to my mother cooking an array of foods. It's sort of like sacrificing. You set it in front of this thing......I'm not going to go into it. If you didn't know, it lasts about 15 days. We don't do anything, except for the first day (today), but elsewhere they have these extravagant events and stuff. A little known fact, I was born on the last day of Chinese New Year. Lol.

Anyway...this will probably be my third unread blog. I have NO readers! Haha, I find it hilarious. If I were to say, bash someone, on the internet no less, they wouldn't know! It's greaaaaat. If you read my previous blog, (which I'm assuming you didn't), you'd know that I'm planning to ask my mother to get a DVR. Why would I ask for a DVR for my birthday? I'm like, the only one in the entire house that watches TV. Lol. So yeah, my mom wouldn't get it for any other reason.

I'm going to be just jumping around from subject to subject, being completely inconsistent, so....

Any of you caught up in the American Idol hype? I'm sure not. I actually resent it. They're actually pre-empting Bones for it! Why does American Idol need 3 nights a week? It's just so stupid. But I know without a doubt that Fox puts it on the highest pedestal. As I'm rambling on, you probably don't care. Yeah. Whatever. And Monika told me Fox is one of the most "conservative" networks. I agree, it does appeal more to....white people. I'm not judging. It's an observation. Personally, I could care less. It's home to 2 of my favorite primetime television shows. Anyway, yesterday, I happened to tune into the show, "Talkshow with Spike ....". I don't know that guys last name. But anyway, they did a parody of a Fox newscaster interviewing people at the Inauguration. It was quite hilarious. You should watch it.

One last thing! On February 5th, at 7:00 p.m. (8/7 central, it's 7, if your in Texas, like me. :D), you should turn on your TV's and tune into FOX (said station that I was just talking about). An amazing episode of "Bones" will be airing. You should watch it, most definitely. I'm trying to draw in fans! I'm hoping and optimistic that this will be an exemplary example of what it's made of and what draws me in. You've probably noticed my unhealthy obssesion. I will be begging my mom to let me be home at that time. If I don't get my DVR by then. ;)

Here is the official episode description. I really urge you to watch.

THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 5

--"BONES"(8:00-9:00 PM ET/PT) CC-HDTV 720p-Dolby Digital 5.1

PA: Viewer discretion is advised.

THE GRAVE DIGGER RETURNS AND KIDNAPS BOOTH ON "BONES" THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 5, ON FOX

Brendan Fehr Guest-Stars

When Brennan, Hodgins and author Thomas Vega are summoned by a Federal Judge along with the United States Attorney regarding the ongoing investigation of the Grave Digger, they learn that evidence from the case has recently gone missing. With Brennan and Hodgins having been victims of the Grave Digger and Thomas Vegas currently writing a book about it, they become prime suspects in the missing evidence case. However, when Brennan and the team receive a phone call from the Grave Digger informing them that Booth has been buried alive with only 24 hours worth of oxygen, the Grave Digger threatens to leave him to die unless Brennan brings the missing evidence. The team immediately goes to Booth's apartment to assess the crime scene, knowing from Sweets' psychological assessment of the Grave Digger that they cannot tell the authorities about the situation or else the Grave Digger will retaliate against Booth. As Booth struggles to free himself from confinement, the team joins forces to locate him with precious time ticking away in the "Hero in the Hold" episode of BONES airing Thursday, Feb. 5 (8:00-9:00 PM ET/PT) on FOX. (BON-408) (TV-14 L, V)

And...the TV promo.

What's the point?

Honestly, I have nothing to talk about. I'll tell you straight up, I have no life. I am much more active on the Web. I've been in this exact spot since I've woken up. Well, maybe not the whole time. I DID get up to go to the kitchen and microwave leftover pizza. I was planning on ranting and complaining about some other matter, but I'm trying to restrain. I'm not going to complain...this time. So, I guess you're just shit out of luck.
So, the other day, I heard my mom talking to a real estate agent. They were discussing listing our house. Well, if you know me, you'll know that my parents are going through a nasty divorce. It has simmered down over the past couple of months. But hearing that conversation really made me sad. I don't know if I'll be here my sophomore year. I don't know how I feel about it. I don't know if I want to stay another year and move my junior year, because that will mess everything up. If I start my sophomore year, at a new school, I might have a chance at....something meaningful. And maybe my high school career won't be such a drag. Ughhh, I don't know how I feel about this.
On a happier note, my birthday is 3 weeks away! I'll be 15! Almost close to being able to drive! I don't know what I want yet, or if I even want anything. My birthday is on a Friday. Perhaps I'll go shopping again? With some friends. That's always fun. That and/or....I'll ask for a DVR. Or Tivo. XD Seriously, I'm not even kidding. I need one. I can't be missing my shows again. And I can't stand the lag of online viewing. I don't see why my mom would refuse...it's only like ten more dollars a month right? Eh, I don't want anything big. I used to always want expensive things...like an iPod or a camera....but I don't need anything else. I don't want anything else. -sigh- I suspect this birthday is going to be quite dull. I think I may just go with the shopping spree with friends and DVR. That's not too bad to ask for, right?

Reflecting on myself yet again?

What kind of person do you think I am? It's not a rhetorical question. I used to be...funny, someone you could possibly relate to. Now, I don't think I'm the slightest bit humorous. I don't know exactly when, or even what brought it on. I guess I've taken matters into my own hands. To be taken seriously, and to be treated with respect. But I won't get any of that here. Here, intelligence gives you hate and resentment. I no longer strive to appeal to anyone. And that's the truth. My mind is no longer clouded with insufferable thoughts about what the next big thing is, or which peers I should impress. Now, I am simply....strange. Obsessing over prime time television shows. Giving myself a false sense of worth. I guess something about imagining yourself leading that fantasy life is so overwhelming. I want something out of life. To be something, to make my name known. To go to college, get a PhD and get known. For my intellect, my wit. Is that even rational? Honestly, the people here? They'll only hold me back. There's no one to understand me. I want to have fun, with people who are like me. Is there even someone relatively close? Maybe Monika. :) I'm not saying they are not good enough for me, but its that I'm not good enough for them. Can I say I'm not like normal teens? I want to be noticed, I'll give you that much. Physically? Not really. Sure, I love clothes. I love to buy clothes. Who's to say I don't care what I look like? Because I do. So very much. No one whats to be unattractive; you'd have to insane. But I'm saying I don't go semi-catatonic everyday I look bad. I want to be noticed. To be mentally, emotionally, and intellectually attractive. Is that too much to ask? Is there anyone out there to appreciate that? What's a girl supposed to do?
Those who were my best friends last year, don't even speak to me. Actually, to put it more bluntly, they don't acknowledge me. I've lost most of them. And it's not on bad terms, don't get me wrong. People change. I've changed. Am I completely terrible to say I don't care? I've begun to isolate myself, mentally. You won't know when I dislike you, at least, not 'til I verbalize it.

*Oh, dear. I'm currently watching "The Alamo" on AMC. I'm watching the scene where Davy Crockett plays the violin while the Mexican army drums in the sunset. It's quite beautiful and it always makes my heart swell. What can I say, one of my favorite movies.*

I'm beginning to resent my peers. Even those who consider themselves my friends. It's when the jokes are no longer funny, the pretend mocking is offensive and I stop laughing that I realize, you aren't my friend. I guess, I've put my heart into neutral and my brain into overdrive. I've begun to think more logically, to become objective. Of course, I'll never become completely un-subjective. I'll make more friends, eventually. Most likely in a different place. I'll still ogle guys, who would never even take a second to look at me. Hey, I'm only human. I still have feelings. And I don't think I'm better than some people. I know I am. I guess you could call me one of those superior types. No, I don't think I'm more important, or that my life has more value than yours, because I'm not. Every life is worth the same amount of regard, whether or not they get it or not. But it's just that I AM a better person than a lot of people. I go about complaining about how I suck, but I don't. I understand I am a likable person. I wish someone would just notice it.

Ah, what do I have it in for this weekend? A major PowerPoint presentation on France, a Biology project encompassing a 8 by 8 Punnett square, and an English assignment. Alas, the beauty and glory of the 3 day weekend.

And the ship has sailed.

Relief. At least for the time being. I have several thoughts swirling around in my heard, none of which will interest you, I'm assuming. I'm actually just typing this blog to do just that--to type a blog. I guess I'm going to see how this turns out.

So, if you know me in the very least, you should know that I'm an obsessive fan girl. I doubt anyone knows that behind my stonewall genius, I could be so naive. (haha, I'm only half kidding.) My weakness and obsession being? Anything and everything to do with Bones, NCIS, and House.

I could name you off the actors in the shows, the names of theme songs and who performs them. I've read and seen almost every interview to date, not to mention I know a lot of other useless trivia that will never help me. Well, that may be a lie. I've relayed several things I've learn from these shows (namely science and social studies) into school. And it's not like these shows are TOTALLY useless. I've developed my vocabulary and I'd even say it's changed me as a person. A little too deep and creepy, right? I know a lot more about stuff I would've never heard about, let alone be interested in. You're all probably thinking, "What a lunatic." But no, my fine sirs, I'm not. I'm just passionate.

If I could, I'd carry its beautiful forensic-medical babies. Okay, maybe saying that would make someone want to throw me into a loony bin. Hey! I don't mean it literally. I would give an arm and an leg to meet the actors. Or heck, to lead the lives of the characters portrayed. I wonder how long it takes to get a PhD in forensic anthropology? Or Psychology? Or perhaps to get into MIT? It's just that these shows highlight the zeal and sparkle of those things and it makes me just want to ingrain it into my identity. Is it silly to shape my future after such things?
I mean, I know it's obtainable, but is it realistic? Do you honestly think I can handle such a thing? I know without a doubt that those shows make it seem more appealing and action-packed than it really is. But I think something about it is real, don't you think?

Of course, how could I miss the shows' sexual tension between the characters. I guess that has a lot to do with what draws me in in the first place. I mean, I'm a total Booth/Brennan, Tony/Ziva, House/Cuddy shipper*. And in case you don't know what a shipper is, the definition is at the bottom. Anyway. I'm a big fan of procedural shows, but I what I love even more is procedural shows with character development. Each episode keeps me hanging off my seat waiting for the next weeks episode to see what happens. Then again, romance is my big thing. I am a hopeless, hopeless romantic.

These TV shows? I watch them religiously. And that, is a fact.

Haha, I totally made these definitions and this dictionary entry up. They're vaguely accurate though, lol.

*shipper \ship-er\ n
1. A fan devouted to a pairing of characters in a fandom.

"I'm a total TIVA (Tony/Ziva) shipper. I wish they would get together already!"

See also: ship

ship \ship\ n
1. Short for relationship.

"I see a ship deveolping between Muldy and Sculder."

I'm just hatin' and it's not because I'm jealous.

People are really 2-dimensional these days. In fact, to sum it up, I'd say almost everyone is. Most of the girls and guys in my high school, lack depth. They wear the same clothes. Whoever thinks A&F, Hollister, or AE is unique, is really, really out of it. Nearly every piece of clothing in those stores is PLAIN. But I'm not complaining. I admit, I have a Hollister shirt here and there. I didn't say there was anything wrong with it, per se, but people give it way to much credit. It's not very logical to go spend $50 on a T-shirt with a couple of words on it. I mean, okay, I'd get it if it was a nice cashmere shirt, or something with nice designs, but c'mon!
Did I just go off on a tangent about clothes? Okay, whatever. Now as I was saying about people being 2-dimentional. My classmates have one track minds. The girls, oh, those catty drama queens. And those moronic, idiotic boys who are always up to their worthless antics. And what's hysterical is that they THINK their problems matter. They all proclaim they're unique and peace-lovinging. Don't get me started about the "Don't start no drama with me, betch!" Please, you eat it up. What problems could you POSSIBLY have? Your BFF stole your man? Like you haven't done that to someone else. You had it coming.
They all think the same, shallow, unintelligent, thoughts, speak the same bullcrap, listen to the same music, date the same guys and girls, wear the same clothes, hang out with the same people, and start the same "problems". What's different about them? Oh, yeah maybe their faces.
They're incapable of thinking for themselves.
Parties. What the hell? You bastard children. You drink your lives aways. And you've bearly hit puberty! You're only starting to grow pubic hair, not to mention your penis with shrink by the time you ARE old enough to drink legally. Please, I've seen those girls "You'll never see me at any of those parties." Yeah, probably because people are tired of seeing you slutting it up.
And guys, stop boning every chick you see. And sending pictures of your penis to people. Nobody wants to see your barely pubescent wank. The girl who is asking you to do so, probably screwed all your friends, so you're nothing special.
They have no morals and their ethics are totally misguided. They are completely absorbed into the whole scene. Yeah, okay, so I indulge in some aspects of pop culture. You'd have to be living under a rock to not be. But these other people, they still ritualistically participate in the same antiquated routines. I fail to see how doing all of this is appealing. You put certain people on such ridiculous pedestals.
But all hope is not lost. The old song and dance has changed. The populars girls aren't just pretty faces. Who knows why they always proclaim to be ditzy and clumsy? It's not something to be proud of. But I will admit, some are acceptable. Academically, anyway. And it's okay to party and celebrate every once in a while. But doing it every weekend. It becomes old and obsolete. The smart guy can be the charming, charasmatic guy, as well.

So, what am I getting at? Just stop what you're doing and think, for once.

I shouldn't be doing this...

Right now, at this very moment, I should be typing my Polyphemus essay for English that's due next Friday. I COULD wait 'til the last minute, but I trying to ditch procrastination. It's not working out so well for me. I get distracted very easily. Well, I've got a title on the paper. And a sentence or two. That counts for something, right? Maybe that's just my justification to not do anymore. Well, it's not completely my fault. This assignment is completely skewed to begin with. We're supposed to answer these questions in an essay; a minimum of ONE page.

Do you feel sorry for Polyphemus?
Why or why not?
Justify your answer.

First off, if you don't know who Polyphemus is, he's the cyclops in the Odyssey. If you don't know what the Odyssey is, you should really, really pick up a book or two. I'm not saying this assignment is difficult, but it's absolutely pointless! How are we supposed to justify of feelings anyway? There's no justification for feelings. That's why they're feelings! UGH. You're probably thinking, "Why doesn't this stupid girl just go type that paper already, instead of typing this pointless blog?" Hey, in a blog, I can say whatever I want. And I'm not being forced against my will to justify my feelings. Maybe I'm just being bitter. Yeah, I know this year is off to a GREAT start. If you read this, please comment. You don't have to make an account or anything. It's that simple.

I'm really frustrated, merely because of the fact that this assignment is easy and I can't do it! Added to that, I'm already worried about college, how I'm going to get into college, and stuff like that. I'm only a freshman, mind you! I am like the mistress of worrying. And having anxiety attacks.

On a lighter note, there's an episode of Bones being shown at 6/5 central tonight on TNT. It's an old one, "The Intern in the Incinerator". From season 3, I believe. I'm going to watch it. Even though, I already have it on DVD. You should definitely go purchase it. It's Bones Season 3: Totally Decomposed Edition. Has a bunch of extras and special features.


And also, speaking of Bones, I will be typing a blog about it soon.

Aaannnddd, I think that about covers everything for this afternoon. If I think of anything else, I'll be sure to add it.

Christina in Acutality

Kung Hei Fat Choy?

A happy New Year's is long over due. I don't even know what to talk about. I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Christina. And I'm a "noob". There really is no purpose to this blog, actually. Some sort of New Years' resolution? Yeah, I totally thought of this whole concept like, an hour ago. XD

Well, a little bit about myself. I'm 14. Annnnnnnddd, I'm Asian, as I will point out to you many, many times. I enjoy long walks on the beach, baby animals, and romantic boat rides into the sunset. That was my jab at a pun. On a more serious note, I love many things, the things mentioned beforehand not being any of them. I love, love, lovelovelove the TV shows Bones, NCIS, and House. I also enjoy reading. Fiction mostly, as I find non-fiction to be very...2 dimensional. I also enjoy reading fanfiction. I enjoy organization. I'm not OCD, but I find it very,very refreshing. School is a big part of my life. I could even say it IS my life. See? I'm not a lost cause. I'm an exceptional student and honestly, I think my classmates are a bunch of Philistines. Of course, I don't think I'm superior to them in any way. In fact, I find myself envying them at some points, as most teens do. A big emphasis on the SOME.
On a lighter note, I think I may list a few things that hold my interest. I'll definitely be talking these things in future blogs to come.

agnosticism, anime, anthropology (of both the physical and cultural nature), BB, being taken seriously, books, bookstores that serve coffee, British accents, caramel frappachinos, cockiness, coherency, compulsiveness, computers, dropping it like it's hot, fan fiction, flannel shirts, forensic science, geeks, getting to the point, humanity, intellect, losers, manga, minorities, money$$, music of most varieties, neon colors, nerds, nice people, no drugs, no parties, philosophy, Photoshop, Pokemon, Polaroids, psychology, punctuation, rationality, science, shoes, T-shirts, taking pictures, the sound of the keyboard when typing, Tiva, typing, V-neck shirts, venting, working alone, working with others, your mom, Youtube(rs).

Where's the spell check on this thing?

Okay, so maybe I copied and pasted this off my interests section on Myspace. But that gets the jist of it. I most definitely DON'T know where I'll be going with this blog. I kind of want to hone my writing skills, as I have NONE what-so-ever. I think I may start a podcast, talking about anything that comes to my mind.

Oh! And speaking of myspace, you can add me @ www.myspace.com/cd_forever

It's 2:33 a.m. and I'm out.

Christina in Actuality