By special request

It is of great concern to me that one of the stories that has been making national news before and since President Obama took office is the search for the Obama dog. Of course I am not opposed to the Obama's getting a dog. It's perfectly fine. Let him sleep in the Lincoln room, I don't care. What bothers me is why this fact is getting so much attention. Don't we have more important things to worry about? This couldn't possibly be something to distract from the fact that the stimulus package may in fact be a horrible idea, and after saying throughout his campaign that he was going to end the war that Obama just sent 17,000 troops to Afghanistan. Of course that's not the reason, I don't even know why I brought that up. Why would it ever be a problem that no one will seriously question anything Obama does? Don't even think about it.

Why I had Mountain Dew for dinner

This year the adults in my house have stopped feeding us children. They never cook dinner anymore, and rarely go grocery shopping. My problem is, how am I to respond to these new developments? I’m not so helpless and spoiled that I cannot cook anything (it is true that I can only cook a precious few things, but it still isn’t nothing), but if they hardly go grocery shopping, what can I cook? I could get money of course and simply do the grocery shopping myself, but I am still undomesticated and therefore lack the skills necessary for shopping, such as knowledge of what items a family would require, and the always important “bargain hunting” instinct. In addition, it is unlikely that if I did make the offer to go shopping, they would provide the necessary funds to go. Perhaps it is the current state of the economy, and perhaps they’ve simply learned that you don’t give Emilee a credit card and send her to Wal Mart.



The saddest part about this whole situation is that I seem to be the only one affected. On certain nights I am the only person home, and the rest of the time the other people who live here seem quite content to eat the frozen meals that are contributing to our nation’s obesity epidemic or whatever else they can scrounge up from the kitchen. But on Mondays, my sisters go to Norfolk. They spend their entire evening there and usually both of my guardians accompany them. Naturally they all eat something while they’re out, though I have never seen any evidence of it nor have I heard it mentioned, but I assume that these actions are very furtive since no one has ever offered to get me anything.


You may be thinking of course, that I have reached the legal driving age in this country, so I could go get myself something. This is what I had planned to do this evening. But my stepmother surprisingly was home this evening, rather than being in Norfolk with them. I then had to face the dilemma of telling her where I was going. Should I tell her I was going to get food and ask her if she wanted anything? She would surely refuse. Ask her if she wanted to come along with me? Then what would we talk about? I honestly have no idea what to say to her in any situation. Anything could be the wrong thing and could ignite something I’m simply too tired to deal with as I did frequently in my youth (the tumultuous period two years ago).



So the decision I did end up making was whether to eat a bowl of leftover (leftover from going out, not from cooking, obviously), overly exalted Brunswick stew, or eat a frozen corndog. I ate a sampling of both and ended up consuming merely 12 fluid ounces of high fructose corn syrup and yellow dye number 5. This cannot be good for my health.

"IDOL IS A SHAM!"...

...In the words of my wise older sister. American Idol is quite possibly the most worthless show on television. I was absolutely astounded that both Ricky Braddy and Anoop did not make the top 3. Michael whatever his last name is just doesn't have as much talent as either Anoop or Ricky, but he got a lot of airtime and Ricky got absolutely none until last night, so Michael was more popular. And all it is is a popularity contest. The performance by last year's contestants who did not win only reminded me that there were people so much more talented than David Cook who should've won. As I write Danny Gokey is performing to celebrate his victory, which he only got because his wife died and people feel sorry for him. I know that's harsh. I feel bad for him that his wife died, I really do, but that's not a good enough reason to vote for him over more talented people. The only good decision was Alexis, and that surprised me as well.

Oh and I think this Kara lady is helping America transition slowly into Paula's not being there anymore. They have to get rid of her, she just always seems mentally unstable.

I'm done with American Idol for this season, though I will probably continue to voice my criticism.

It's not over until Facebook announces it.

When I was around 13, whenever I began "dating" someone new, the first thing I did was run home and change my Myspace relationship status from "single" to the highly coveted by every middle school girl status "in a relationship". It was almost like wearing designer clothes, it was like flaunting your accomplishments for all to see, and believe me, having a boyfriend in 8th grade was something every girl I knew hoped to accomplish, sometimes regardless of who their accomplishment ended up being.

Then when I was 15, the first (and only) time I was dumped, I immediately rushed home to change my relationship status (the person who has been dumped is often the first to change it, to give the appearance of indifference). The young man, however, usually not one to neglect Myspace maintenance, did not change his relationship status for several days. This simple delay made me think that maybe it wasn't really over, and he would change his mind, and ended up giving me false hope for days. When his Myspace profile did finally reflect his new life goals, it was like being dumped all over again.

And now that we're older and more mature, when someone breaks up, I get a notification informing me that "______ and ______ have ended their relationship". When did the most private details of our life become so public that nothing is official until it's publicly announced on your Facebook profile? When I ended a relationship temporarily, my sister found out not from me, but from her News Feed. When did we become OK with this? I feel like something should be done.

I also feel that Ricky Braddy should win American Idol, he's good. Since he actually has talent though, that seriously reduces his chances.

Bothersome thoughts

The name of this blog is Not Important because I don't care. I just don't find the title particularly significant. Now there are some cases where a title can add a lot to something. For example, if She's Just Not That Into You was called Untitled, no one would want to see it, and that would be a shame because I hear it's a good movie. Sure, it doesn't exactly make me want to pee my pants with excitement, nor do I anticipate that it will become a timeless classic or even make it to the top 100, but you see my point. However in this case, since I am not creating something that will be significant to a large number of people, I will not spend time thinking of a clever name. Not that any of that was really relevant to anything.

I wish people would just be themselves, without assigning labels to it, or praising themselves for it, or making excuses for it, or apologizing for it. I wish people were secure enough with themselves not to justify the way they dress or how they act. I wish people were humble enough about what kind of person they are not to draw attention to the way they dress or how they act or the way they talk and just trust the fact that if they were doing something important enough to deserve praise or recognition from other people, than they would get it without having to demand it. But I also wish that Simon and Garfunkel would get back together, and that doesn't seem likely.