New Obsession:

Just watch this. You'll love them too.

Okay, I'll admit it once again. I suck at blogging. So what?

Today was ridiculous. The worst part is that today fooled me early on into thinking that it was going to be a day full of happiness and joy. It started off so deceptively well. Well, to be honest, I woke up at 5 in the morning feeling sick (that should have been my first hint, but nooo). But I decided to brush it off and head on my way.

I did just that.

I decided that today was going to be a great day because it was raining. And I love the rain. Anyway, everything was going well. Better than well, in fact, because Italian was cancelled and there's nothing I love more than NOT having to go to that class. So I was happy. I went to Singers and I continued being happy. I was convinced that the rain was sending me vibes of positivity. Then I had to go to work.

Usually work is fine. But, my manager is on a cruise so I have to take over a bit this week. And this is when my day went downhill. And fast.

1. "You can't have your beads back because you weren't listening during announcements and we made a deal that if you could prove to me that you could be quiet and listen I would give them back to you. But you broke our deal. So I can't give the beads to you today. But if you're quiet during announcements tomorrow, you can get them then." (This resulted in lots of crying from a second grade boy and refusal to ever come back to afterschool program ever again.)

2. "Why were you just throwing a temper tantrum on the floor?"

(First grade boy. Through sobs. Naturally.)"I told my brother he could have a little bite of my candy and he took a big bite!"

"Okay, well, sometimes things happen that make us upset, but the important thing is how we react to those things that make us upset. What's something you could have done instead of throwing yourself on the ground and wailing?"'

"I don't know!!!! He ate my candy!!!!!!!"

3. "Okay, you need to prove to me that you can sit still and silent for ten seconds. Then I'll let you go get your dinner."

(Literally two seconds later) "...Now?"

"No, you need to be quiet and I'll tell you when you can go in."

(Literally five seconds later) "...Now?"

"No."

Oy vey. These kids are going to be the death of me.

Two of my favorite people:

A day at the beach. March 20, 2010.

If you need a laugh, watch these.
Even if you don't necessarily need a laugh, watch these.

I have an enemy. This enemy's name is "long-term goal".
We've never gotten along. Ever.
So, tonight I'm proposing a short-term goal. I will post on this blog every day this week. It might be one sentence, it might be a discourse detailing my deepest thoughts (let's hope it's the former, for your sake). But, either way, it's gonna happen.
Mark my words.

Wanna know what's on my mind right now?
A passage I'm supposed to be writing a paper on.
The only problem is I don't really understand it (and by "don't really" I mean "not at all").
Here's a taste:

"Yet it does not take much reflection to see that a process of compensatory exchange must be involved here, in which the henceforth manipulated viewer is offered specific gratifications in return for his or her consent to passivity. In other words, if the ideological function of the mass culture is understood as a process whereby otherwise dangerous and protopolitical impulses are managed and defused, rechanneled and offered spurious objects, then some preliminary step must also be theorized in which these same impulses (the raw material upon which the process works) are initially awakened within the very text that seeks to still them. If the function of the mass cultural text is meanwhile seen rather as the production of false consciousness and the symbolic reaffirmation of this or that legitimizing strategy, even this process cannot be grasped as one of sheer violence. . . nor as one inscribing the appropriate attitudes upon a blank slate, but must necessarily involve a complex strategy of rhetorical persuasion in which substantial incentives are offered for ideological adherence. We will say that such incentives, as well as the impulses to be managed by the mass cultural text, are necessarily Utopian in nature."

What the what?

I'm in love with this.

So much so that I'm ending the drought of posts by posting this.

That's kind of a big deal.

Now, please excuse me while I watch this for the millionth time.