College students Strike for Free Tuition.”Tax the rich” WHAT??

I saw a newspaper article about student striking in a university hallway. They stated “public school should be free, tax the rich.”

*Public schools meaning certain universities and colleges not high schools*

Here’s what I have to say…

As students already striking, have you done your research? Some colleges can cost anywhere from $4,000 to $30,000 a year OR even per semester.

So in order to have the “rich” cover this cost with tax money, what would be considered rich? How much will they need to be taxed to cover just one student or and entire student population at a school within a year? *side note: why do you feel its their responsibility to cover your schooling? Are a lot you not going to school to in fact be this idea of “rich”? What is rich? Are we talking taxable income only? Or debt to income ratio? You cant just paint a sign that says “tax the rich to pay for public school” and yet not have a legitimate breakdown of costs, reasoning, and who is being taxed.

Now lets just hypothetically look at a county (or city) and the school administering within those boundaries. Lets say rich is considered an income over 1million dollars a year. Now you have to ask yourself (and find some sort of census) how many people in my county make over 1million dollars? What rate are you going to tax them? Let’s say the mean average of college(s) yearly cost of tuition for a full time student in $10,000 (with no aid). Now you have 2,000 students attending that year. This would be $20,000,000 that needed to be taxed and collected. OH BUT WAIT there are 2,000 students EVERY YEAR. So yearly lets continue to tax “?%” to only the rich of the county a combined amount of $20,000,000 just for one college with a mean average of $10,000 a year with 2,000 students. What about the other colleges?

Well hasn’t this become interesting? Now as a single college you think we should tax the rich $20,000,000 yearly????

Im not opposed to taxation and everyone chipping in a share. But I think attacking the people we one day hope to be is not the best option. If anything FIRST we should get “Financial Academic/University Advisors”of sort to look into expenditures within a school, and really find out where our money is going when we pay that 10,000 a year. THEN if its made public, perhaps you could have a better understanding of whats going on before you pitch a tent in a hallway. Also, I would consider pushing for some sort of “inflation law” to stop education from becoming a mostly profitable business. After all its about the education? Right? So wouldn’t as a student you rather stop the raise of education costs by stopping the greed first?


Im just conversing. Im NOT saying we shouldn’t tax. Im am simply pointing out maybe we should look at the real problem to find a real solution.

Trust me I am a student going for my masters. Yah Yah Yah I know I have horrible spelling and grammar. But hey, we are all blessed with different strengths. I just happen to be life smart note grammar smart. I am 100% the person who thinks education costs are ridiculous and in some cases we are better off not acquiring them. $60,000 of debt and still work at a casual job? Yah not my idea of a good time (personal drive also plays into that but thats a whole other conversation).

Open your minds before you ask people to open their wallets. I am saying this in a positive way. To help us grow as a education system. And think outside the box before we ourselves attack one another.


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Swiffer Guy with One Arm… Racism? Belittling Handicap? Sexism?

So I was just watching the swiffer commercial with the man with one arm, and I started wondering how he lost his arm (I get curious and my mind races too fast). So I googled “why does the swiffer guy have one arm.”

And out of all the posts, websites, and blogs that showed up on the google search, each one started out by stating why he lost his arm followed by long rants about racism, sexism, handicap belittlement…

Seriously? It’s a fucking cleaning commercial with a interracial family. Its no big deal, we all have eyes, we see it.

I’m pretty sure when he said “and I still clean better than her” he meant because she has two arms and he has one. Not because she is a woman and she should be cleaning, cooking, and baring bastard children. I don’t know the guy, but come on!!! carrying on, I also highly doubt he meant “handicap people are less equipped to clean then normal born citizens of the world” or ” a white person cleaning better than a black person is shocking because they were once enslaved as housekeepers.”

Im sorry but when I was watching the commercial I took away none of these things. I saw a sweet family cleaning a house with a box delivered to their door full of cleaning supplies. If anything I think we should be concerned why they just opened a large box sent to them anonymously. It could have been full of anthrax, sharpened spears, or one of those fishes that killed Steve Erwin just waiting to pop out and kill a brother. Maybe there should be controversy because our precious children are watching this commercial and seeing that its okay to open a strange delightfully wrapped package full of toxic chemicals at their door? Hmmm? Riddle me that! RIDDLE ME THAT AMERICA!!!!



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I dug and I died – POEM

I dug and I died

Yesterday I dug my grave just for the day of today.

I dug it deep and I dug it round just big enough to fit my emotions.

Once a dug deep enough I jumped right in to wait for the morning sun.


The sun came round and I turned bright red with sadness of emotion.

I was not dead, I was only red, and tomorrow had already come.


SAW 4/23/14


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Small Talk

Im wondering if I’m the only one who doesn’t enjoy small talk.

“how is your day”

“how have you been”

“whats new”

I mean first off who decided it was proper to make small talk? Everybody knows its just for show.

Personally, when I see someone I know I just do a run and hug. Its pretty much exactly how it sounds…I dash up, hug them, and leave. That’s it.

Straight to the point. I mean it really says it all.

And another thing, I can’t stand when people ask me “what have you been up too.” My mind immediately goes blank. So I say your casual “not much.”

Even if my mind didn’t go blank, I hate summarizing my life in a time span of about 30 seconds (after-which people start regretting asking). Honestly, I have so much going on I can’t capture it, and when I don’t have stuff going on its netflix.

Plus talking about accomplishments in such a bland form. It is super boring to me. I would rather be laughing and joking, and if it comes up at some point it comes up.

Especially if you are friends with someone, then they probably already know the important stuff. And if you have not seen someone in a while I would rather be making new memories then talking about bullshit I did when they weren’t around. I’m not looking for glorification, Im just looking for life. To me I will talk about work as I work, and when I play I just want to play. Selling yourself is not becoming. If you are a good worker people will ask for your services, whether you where a T-shirt that promotes it or not.

Basically what Im saying is there are a tone of reasons why small talk makes me uncomfortable. I can’t be the only one?

So lets put a stop to small talk. Everyone grab a friend, hug and release.

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Obsessed with my Cat

I am OBSESSED with my cat. His name is Lilly (because for about a year I thought he was a girl). I seriously cannot begin to explain to you how much I love him. He is my itty bitty lover. I will give you some examples of my love for him:


  1. On his first ever trip to the vet I put him in a tiny cat tuxedo. Let’s just say, people were impressed by how he cleans up.
  2. He sits about and inch from my face staring at me till I wake up. It’s so lovely to be waken by him and not my alarm.
  3. We dance together.
  4. Sometimes when I wake up his little paw is in my hand.
  5. We have nick names for each other
  6. Lilly’s face swelled up due to a mouth ulcer. After months and tons of money at the vet, nothing had worked. So I bought him some potion online. I self medicated my cat with my newly bought potion. But as I fed it to him, I ate some too. I figured if he was going to die I was going to die as well. Very Romeo and Juliette of us.
  7. We run through the ward together and sit in the sun
  8. He comes when I snap my fingers
  9. He is soft and has thick fur
  10. And of course I love my cat for the reason any battered woman loves a man, because he is an asshole to everyone else but me.

The End.

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Its not just cheap trick who has a little cheap in them…

I think we all have a little cheap in us. I can’t be the only one.

If it comes to buying something I desire I want the best model. For instance when I bought my mac I wanted the biggest, fastest hard drive (etc). Just in case I become a gamer, a video editor, or design my own website. Although I have done none of  these to the extent that I would need a $2,000 mac, I still bought it by the slight chance I may become/do one of those things. Yes, I edit video’s now, but nothing brilliant. With all that being said, do not be misconstrued, I am no chump. I never buy all the ridiculous add on’s. Unless its a warranty, from good ole best buy. Why you ask? Because I have done the following to my macbook:

  1. I stepped on it when I was sleepy and looking for water
  2. I was walking with pudding, slipped on water, threw my pudding against the wall, and as I fell to the ground I punched my laptop.
  3. Put my finger through the screen because I pick it up that way.
  4. I balance liquid on the base of the mac.  Then I pray my cat doesn’t jump on the bed and tip it over… because I like to live life like its a giant Russian Roulette gun.


But then here comes the cheap in me… If someone tells me to buy something, or forces me too, I become super cheap. My wallet (which I do not own) goes from fat to as empty as the gym on sunday’s. Seriously, I will try every way you can think of to get around it. For instance if I have to buy a study book for class, I will literally google & note enough information that I could publish it. Im that determined to not spend $150 on education; I will research all the material I need online until all hours of the night. “Work smarter not harder” in no way applies when it comes to people forcing me to spend money frivolously. HECK NO!

Side Note: I’m pretty sure I am just mad that our education system is set up to rob us instead of to fulfill us. But that is a whole other Vietnam rant. Don’t get me started. I may be in my mid 20’s but I can go Nam’ on the flip of a switch.


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Grinding my Teeth Because of an Eery Bunny in my Dreams

I grind my teeth at night and have some really odd dreams.

The other day I dreamed about some weird dead bunny creature that was slowly grabbing at another creature that I have never seen before. It was definitely some Nightmare Before Christmas Shyt.

I woke up in a panic, I have no idea why, I guess I assumed the weirdo bunny was going to eat the other creature. Now-a-days I take the liberty of assuming everyone is on bath salts, and everyone wants to eat my face off… One cannot be too careful, am I right?

Anyhow, so I woke my Boyfriend up and told him I had a bad dream. He very sleepily (and obviously tremendously concerned for my well being) asked me what it was about. I answered,  “a evil bunny.” He laughed. Then I flipped out on him.

I mean seriously if Justin Bieber can sing “Your world is my world, and my Fight is your fight, My Breath is your breath” then why the H@#$ isn’t my fight with a eery mutant bunny my boyfriends fight? Am I missing something here?

After feeling very estranged from my boyfriends laughter I fell back asleep. The bunny was gone. All is well.




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