hey there, sweaty faced girl.

i am a constant victim of the shiny face striker. what is that? exactly what it sounds like. in situations where people perspire (say, walking to and from class through a GIANT parking lot), i tend to get shiny faced from sweat more than what i assume is normal.

every i.d. card picture i have, my forehead is reflecting the light from the flash. i am a living/walking/talking beacon for awkward sweaty faced kids.

*these following pictures are actually awkward themselves. though i am usually an asian girl, apparently i am black on my ids.

since i haven't gotten my parking sticker in the mail, i'm forced to put up a receipt every day. after walking across a giant bridge from the parking lot to campus (i estimate it's about a mile but my sweaty ass is probably exaggerating), i realized i forgot to put my sticker up! so i must trek back. then forth. i am then sweating buckets! i then sit by a cute boy while playing "We Didn't Start the Fire" by billy joel. he kept looking over and laughing and i assume it's about 1. my sweaty face or 2. he's trying to play cute with me in a strange fashion in which he is only missing a fan to play coy behind. it wasn't either of those, i just didn't realize my music was on so loud. 19 year old sweaty girl blasting billy joel? LOLZFEST.

bleeding love and other things leona lewis sang about.

i was just called a "bleeding heart liberal" today. thus is the title of my post. however, this is not a post about jesse mccartney written ballads which are sung by leona lewis and etc. i just liked the way it sounded ha! so i will beat this dead horse of a blog post title and use it as an overwrought theme. holla!

*the only song i have ever heard by leona lewis is "bleeding love" so i had to google other songs by her and struggled to incorporate the titles into my post. why i insist on painting myself into a love ballad corner, i'm not sure. bear with me.

"Bleeding Love": i'm not exactly sure how being a bleeding heart liberal (which i suppose means you care to"o much about certain issues?) is exactly a huge insult. i mean, isn't a huge part of the human experience (i sound like a robot) is caring about somebody/something other than yourself? and trust, politics is personal. so to be called a bleeding heart liberal is really just baffling. it's like entering a yo mama is so _____ ! contest and coming up with "yo mama is so wonderful, she shits cookies and love!

"Stone Hearts & Hand Grenades": wtf leona lewis? oh well. anyways, today is the 47th anniversay of MLK Jr.'s "I Have a Dream" speech on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. Now, everybody loves Martin Luther Kings (Sr. and Jr.) right? except for like, white supremacists. So having Glenn Beck (noted general hatemonger and right wing nut) hold his teabagging tea party "restore honor to America" rally on the very same steps and the very same day, shit's gonna hit the fan. really, Glenn Beck, really? You could've done it any other day (i would still bitch about it) but on today, of all days. that is a hand grenade right into my liberal flavored stone heart.

"Dip Down" and "Chiquitita": I just liked these titles. Also, isn't "Chiquitita" an ABBA song? I tried to listen to Dip Down and only got to like, 46 seconds.

Must. End. Post. With. Good. Song.

Gifted by N.A.S.A (ft. Lykke Li, Santogold and Kanye)

i'm failing on my personal commitment to myself where i write in my blog almost every day!

there are few things lamer than not keeping your word and not keeping it to yourself is like a double whammy.

oh! oh! i finally decided to major in anthropology since the only classes i loved freshman year were my anthro classes (GENDER STUDIES FTW!)

i watched step up 3 in 3d a few days ago. i wish they would just forget the pretense of having a plot and just dance, like gaga said.

meg cabot flavored rant.

i really love reading funny murder mystery books. you might be saying, how can a book be murder filled and be funny?

well, it mostly cannot. the books, my guilty pleasures, are cheesy as hell. they also have a weird culinary reference most of the time.

my favs are by nancy fairbanks and they center on a culinary writer who finds herself in the middle of food flavored murder scenes/crimes all the time! i guess i just love food so much that i must interject it into most aspects of my life. even those really embarrassing aspects.

anyways! when i was in middle school, girls used to read books by meg cabot all the time. so i decided to pick up a meg cabot book named "size 14 is not fat either". i only got to the second page before i couldn't handle anymore.

i'm used to really cheesy dialogue and cringing while avidly reading when i'm imbibing in these types of books but dayummmm meg cabot.

her character, former pop tart heather wells, was enduring the blistering cold blah blah blah. so she kept talking about how the grocery stores are closing up because of the cold and how there aren't any people on the street.

except drug dealers. she says "and still the drug dealers are out in full force...i guess that just goes to show that we americans still have a lot to learn from our hardworking immigrant population."

i had to keep reading this sentence over and over and i kept thinking "wait, what? is this racist? wtf ? WTF MEG CABOT, WRITER OF CHEESY TEEN NOVELS EVERYWHERE?"

and you know what, it totes is. maybe not racist per se but horribly offensive. but would it be racist? because i can assume that "immigrant population" is pointed at certain races obvi. so what meg cabot's trying to say is that americans should look up to immigrants because we're such intense drug dealers that we even work in the snow?

so i stopped reading her book. it might be perceived as a very small reason but i guess to me, i can't agree with her, however small, dig. by reading her book, i feel like i'd personally be doing just that.