Classes and what not...

So I went to the college today to add some classes, man it sucks. I have always worked at the college while taking classes there and it is much easier having those connections. I need to take 12 units so I get my financial aid money... but damn it all of the classes are filled. Though that is to be expected. I guess I will try to register for online classes through Cabrillo. Maybee that will work out easier!

Life's "dot dot dot"

SO why do people have to be so manipulative just to get a few bucks? Last weekend I went to the Garment District in downtown LA to purchase a dress for my brother's wedding. Now I had already purchased one... but it wasn't really matching the feung shui of everybody elses. So I went again. This time I found the perfect dress: short, but cute, the perfect color and stylish to boot. Problem... they don't have the color I need in the store. But in an hard to understand english accent the guy promises me that I will have it by thursday. Hell they will even ship it to my house. So excited and full of anticipation as I wait for my PERFECT dress to arrive I fill the week with randomness as always. (Though on a lighter note... I did apply for a job today!) So anyways in the completley mind dulling boredom that I face on the daily, my phone rings. It is a women with a rough English dialect. "excuse me,... Yes, Is this Nicole... Yes" Oh I'm sorry we have dis-continued the dress you bought and we wanted to apologize. WTF! Yeah I was so pissed off. Hello, I paid extra and put good faith in these people that it would arrive and they just call and apologize and ask me to come down and pick another one... Why would they have had me purchase it in the first place. I asked 3 times while in the store if they had the dress in the color I needed and the man said yes... three different times. To what avail? Maybee they wanted a bitter diatribe from me over the phone because that is what they got. Now I have to wait 2 weeks and hope I can find something. Well those evil, discount sellers better be ready for me because I am going to rip downtown LA a new one, when I try for part 3 of my dress hunt.

What happened to our motivation?

To the left is an image captured at a peace rally in the 60's. Look at the motivation and enthusiasm these individuals held for a cause they believed in. In our day all I see of our "causes" is a lot of talk. People have no problem opening their mouths and ranting about how bad President Bush is doing or how global warming will soon take over, but when asked what have they done. A glazed over look will appear and they will try to divert your attention with some other bitter diatribe. I wish we could re-kindle the passion that our parents and grandparents felt in the days of Haight-Ashbury. If you don't like the war, start a protest. Do you want gay rights? Well right a letter to your fucking local senator. Sitting there day after day, running your mouth to the same old people isn't going to do anything. You are wasting time and just spewing more carbon dioxide into the air. Stand up, shout, try and make a difference. There are so many oppurtunities at our hands to make a difference and it seems that we accomplish none of them. Now I am not saying that nobody helps. Because there are individuals who take the steps to break through the impetuious doom that our country is inevitably heading towards. To those people I commend you. You truly are making a difference. For the rest of us... I feel empathetic. If we don't step up and follow the paths and steps that our parents did 40 years ago... What is going to happen? What will the Post-Bush America look like if we don't help straighten the narrow path our country is already on? When our time of need comes and every other country turns their backs on us, because we did the same thing to them, who are we to blame? Nobody but ourselves and here the problem lays. A revolution of sorts must begin or our country of "democracy" and "freedom" will inevitably fall to the wayside.