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Birthday Girl

It was my birthday yesterday. I'm offically 18 and an adult. I can offically vote, which I plan to do the next election comes along.

I spent my birthday with my family. Mom made a cake and Megan come down. She came down with a bunch of laundry and spend most of the night doing that but that's besides the point. Megan started asking me where I was applying to college and want I want to study. She's pushing me towards UConn and was telling me how awesome it was. Sometimes my sister and I are so radically different. She may be majoring in partying, I want to major in something worthwhile.

After my thing this summer with "being nice to people," now I just really want to get out of Stoneybrook and start living. I want to become that famous photojournalist now. I want to get a start on life and being eighteen now makes me feel like I have the license to do it.

Well, in the meantime, I just keep pushing to be the best that I can be and expect the best from others around me.

Eleven (ARE YOU SHITTING ME?)

President Barack Obama wins Nobel Peace Prize for efforts at diplomacy, co-operation

FOR EFFORTS??? EFFORTS??? SINCE WHEN DOES SOMEONE GET A NOBLE PEACE PRIZE FOR DOING NOTHING? HE HAS DONE NOTHING.

This is absolutely sickening. You shouldn't get a Noble Peace Prize for "encouraging" people or "giving hope." This is something given when you actually do something.

ARGH!

Ten (The State of the State)

I can't believe I'm posting something here from Fox News but for once they are reporting something that isn't trash.

Children sing songs about Obama

I have even read that some schools are taking religious songs are replacing "Jesus" with "Obama." What bullshit is this? Are we living in Nazi Germany? In what reality is this appropriate to teach our children to worship a politican? This is utterly disgusting!

Look at these lyrics!
Hello, Mr. President we honor you today!
For all your great accomplishments, we all doth say "hooray!"

Hooray, Mr. President! You're number one!
The first black American to lead this great nation!


I swear if I had a younger sister and SES was doing this, I would pull her out of that classroom so fast!

I am so revolted by this, I can't even think straight!

Nine (Who I Am)

Yesterday was strangely liberating. All summer I have been considered about being so nice to everyone, biting my tongue, censoring myself. Why am I censoring myself? Why am I so concerned if people like me? I'm looking back at my old journal entries and I have to wonder why do I care what people in high school think of me? It's not going to make or break my career.

What I need to do is focus on myself. I need to get going for the real world. High school is a year of my life and then it's on to bigger and better things. I've wasted my summer but no more of that. It's about time I start looking out for myself again.

Eight (Me Vs. You Vs. Them)

This summer wasn't what I'd thought it would be. I've tried to be nice to people. I've run into classmates and I try to be nice, friendly but it doesn't change anything. I run into my classmates and I can see how they look. They expect me to bitch them out, they expect me to sprout off my opinion so they can roll their eyes. I'm trying to be more open to people. No one wants to give me a chance. Why should I open to them if they won't open to me?

Or maybe I'm being unfair. Maybe people need a change to see that I've changed before they will stop judging me. Maybe I should continue this stupid quest.

Seven (Well, isn't that interesting?)

President Barack Obama's tumbling poll numbers have dipped below those of his predecessor George W. Bush at the same point in his White House tenure, according to a national poll released Tuesday.

Ha! Obama, at his six month mark, isn't as well liked as Bush at his six point mark. I guess, that doesn't mean much. After all, by the end of his two terms he was insanely hated by most but still, wouldn't that be something if that poll showed that America's "omg!!Obama!1!11" love was nearing an end.

Too bad the article goes on to say "People fundamentally like this president, and they believe he's smart and capable and strong and trying to do the right thing."

Six (Who Am I?)

I’m opinionated. I am unafraid of telling people what I think. I never thought of this as a bad thing. Being smart is something that should be respected. Having an opinion and not being content to live under a rock should be respected. Even if these opinions are against what the popular opinion is. To be able to back up said thoughts should be a respected thing. But they aren’t. I don’t feel like they are. It feels like lately that everyone is annoyed with me. No one wants to talk to me. No one wants to listen. No one wants to hear the other side of the story. I never got to write that trial article because no one would talk to me. I guess when I get in the real world then my reputation now won’t matter so much. I will get those stories. I will get those shoots. I really should focus on that. I should focus on my future. I still need to take the SATs and start visiting schools. I need to perfect my art so I can be this wonderful photojournalist. Then people like Woody won’t matter.

Maybe I need to work on my people skills. How do I get people to accept me? To listen to me? How do I change who I am? And really, do I even want to?

Five (This World Is Hard)

Samoan woman abandons baby after secret in-flight birth

I don't understand how someone can do that. How can someone just abandon their child? I can see not wanting to raise the baby but there are so many other options. Firstly, abort it. This woman was going to NZ and I'm pretty sure abortion is legal there. If abortion doesn't float your boat, then put the baby up for adoption. Nothing says you have to keep it.

I read the newspaper every day. There are so many stupid articles or articles about stupid people. I sometimes wonder why I want to go into this profession. Why do I want to surround myself with such depressing things? Yet to avoid it would mean to avoid reality. I don't want to be one of those people who pretends something doesn't exist just because I don't like it. Reality is what it is and just because I'm not happy doesn't mean it's not reality.

Popular cereal is a drug, US food watchdog says.

Does this mean Cheerios is going to be the new street drug?

Four (Violence and babies)

Apple apologizes for iPhone 'Baby Shaker' game

I'll admit it. I laughed first. I mean, a game that makes you shake a baby until little red "x" appear, causing the baby to stop crying requires a shock laugh and makes you wonder if the designers were really serious. But when you really think about it, it is pretty offensive. Shaken Baby Syndrome is not something to make fun of.

Then again with all the violent video games out there (Grand Theft Auto for one), why is this such a shocker? People think violence is funny. If they didn't, games like Grand Theft Auto wouldn't be so popular. If they didn't, shows like South Park wouldn't be so popular. People like violence. So why did this particular game cross the line?

I know why it did for me. Babies are in need of protection. Insert the whole abortion debate here (which I don't feel the need to have with myself at this point). It makes me wonder why it did for everyone else.

Three (My career is heavy on my soul)

A video of a Canadian journalist held captive in Pakistan surfaced on the Internet yesterday, and she is seen saying her captors would "probably" kill her by the end of the month if their demands aren't met.

Okay! I know I'm at Disney right now and I should be out there exploring and hanging out with my friends and whatever. But I also can't deny myself from checking up on the world's happenings. Just because I'm in the land of happiness and candy, doesn't mean that I have to live under a rock and be woefully unaware of my surroundings. Unlike some people in my class.

Besides this is a story I have been following since November and while I tried to push it out of my head after reading the article, I just can't. I have to comment about this. In truth, in deep down honesty, this article, this story, scares me. I know what I want to do with my life. I want to take photographs- and I don't mean the artsy-fartsy ones that Mary Anne does (not that there is anything wrong with those, per se, but I want to do something of value). I know that my chosen career can take me dangerous places, like the Middle East. We all know (or at least we should) how dangerous the Middle East is for woman and who says I won't be send out there on a story? Who says in 10 years that won't be me? Who says that I won't be facing death in the fact while my government (okay, so this story? This woman is Canadian but who says that my government will give a damn? Seriousy?) does nothing. That woman could die. I could die doing what I love.

Does that mean I shouldn't for it? Dad encourages me because he knows how much I love photography. He know how much it would mean to be a photojournalist but has he really thought about what it means? I won't be taking photos of parades forever. I may be assigned to the crime beat or, if everything works out, to politics. It can be dangerous. Maybe not like "I'm a soldier" dangerous but still. Does that mean I don't want my career? No. I do. More than anything. Just food for thought, I guess.