World drama and My Few Dilemmas

Today is good so far.
It’s my bird’s 15th birthday. His name is Symba; he’s a sweet cockatiel.

I’m sick of the world’s drama. Between the Royal Wedding, and Obama‘s birth certificate, I just really don’t understand people.
Yes, I’m happy for Prince William and Kate (Katherine as she will soon be referred to), but seriously people. I’m pretty sure the United States has more coverage than England itself. It just seems a bit silly. Why don’t we just celebrate a little, then get back to our problems without anymore distractions? I’m not one of those people that is up for changing the world; that’s a tough job I’ll leave to someone with more experience. But I’d still like for people to pay attention to the problems in the job industry, the economy (a gallon of milk is almost $5, not to mention the gas prices nowadays), and also stop blowing off the global warming problem and such.

My Blackberry has moved to a full time job of giving me hell.
Not only does it hate going online, but it freezes constantly, and has more limitations than I remember. I’m giving it a second chance (and perhaps last chance). I gave Windows Live Hotmail a second chance, so I’ll be fair. As long as Twitter works, I’m okay, since I barely use my phone for anything else anyway. But I’m not going to deny it, my Blackberry is a piece of shit.

Yesterday I found out that today I will be six hours away from Johnny Depp, and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.
Wow, just one state over. This is the closest he’s ever come to Texas. Supposedly he’s supposed to be in New Orleans, Louisiana filming a cameo for the new 21 Jumpstreet movie today.
Basically my dilemma is transportation. My mom and I share one car, and she’s working late tonight. Plus, it’s not like I have the guts (or street sense) to drive six hours into another state. So once again, my source of information will be from the internet. Excuse me while I go find a wall to bang my head against several times.

I’m still reading books like mad. I’m currently reading A Dirty Job by Christopher Moore. I’m halfway through it, and so far I’ve determined that this is the most hilarious book about death I’ve ever read.

I found a new breakfast food I’m crazy about just as much as my Honey Nut Cheerios cereal; Aunt Jemima’s oatmeal, maple syrup flavored. It’s really good, so don’t let the Maple Syrup flavor turn you away. It’s much better than it sounds. Too bad it’s not that easy to find.

I guess I’ll be busy this year with converting VHS tapes to DVDs. I’m well over two hundred tapes; mostly Disney movies, but others also. I found something that might make the hard work a little bit easier; A DVD recorder from Amazon. I have a lot of movies I’d like to preserve from my childhood. Hopefully this thing will work. I guess I’ll have to stock up on blank DVDs.

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Where is the love?

Today wasn’t a complete waste of time.
I woke up at noon as usual (I should stop saying this, it happens regularly so we’ll just assume I wake up at noon everyday), had my bowl of Honey-Nut Cheerios in peace (surprisingly). Then I got back in bed and finished my book. The last few chapters were very emotional, and I didn’t expect that, but overall it was a good book (sequel actually): “Children of God Go Bowling” by Shannon Olson. Her life oddly resembles mine in a way.
I wrote a little after I finished the book. I didn’t start on the next book immediately like I used to. I guess since it was so emotional, I just wanted it to sink in, and think about it a little bit more. But my next book is: “Lottery” – by Patricia Wood.
The rest of the day was devoted to Tumblr. I stated my opinion on a post about ageism (I seem to be stating my opinion a lot lately). Basically my point is Ages 13-19 are considered teenage years. Why single anyone out when they’re in the same category? Everyone hates 13yr-olds supposedly because they’re immature. There are several immature people in the world. It doesn’t have to be a specific age. You can be 40-something and still be immature. It just depends. I’m seventeen; I’ll be eighteen at the end of May this year. I was pretty much immature up till February 2010. My dad’s death had a great impact on me; still does. I’ve changed into a completely different person. Mostly someone silenced.
You can say you’re 17. But proclaiming your age doesn’t tell your maturity level. You can assume, but you can never be sure. We’re all young. The world is fucked up enough as it is; why do more damage? Why not just come together? Different countries are struggling with different-yet-similar issues; whether it be leadership, or financial issues, or anything else, one thing is certain: the world is struggling. They’re aren’t that many people that see this.

Maybe I’m naive, but this is just how I see the world. Among other things.