Across the World and Back

Well, I arrived early yesterday evening back home on the East Coast.

I left somewhere I really love, and a person I really love. Unfortunately, my return home has derailed my thoughts and plunged me behind in my school work.

I thought I could dive into my work, but it’s just not working.

I wish they would already invent teleporters, this way traveling wouldn’t be such a hassle! I’m putting my money on Stargates.

Yes, I’m a nerd. And on that note, I’m going to try and do some work. Ugh.

If Definitions are Arbitrary, Then I’m No Procrastinator

I don’t know what’s gotten into me the past couple of days. I was recently struck by the lazy bug, so here I am not doing what I need to be.

Until this nonsense passes I wanted to include a fun little poll (because, I’m lazy, and this is a lot easier than typing a real post)! Answer as you please, I’d like to know I’m not the only slacker out there.

By the way, don’t you guys love how the poll’s image is a little guy working? You gotta’ love irony!

America’s Prisons and Starbucks’ Coffee Cups.

Personally, I was never impressed with Starbucks from the get-go. Growing up in Manhattan, I watched their green and white store fronts squeeze out from in between the cracks. And this isn’t because Starbucks is over-priced, or because it’s the “cool” thing to do–it’s because it doesn’t even taste good.

Granted, I did fall victim to the “Oh, look I’m so posh sitting in Starbucks!” fad.

Thankfully that period is over.

Aside from thinking their coffee tastes like water, I now have developed new (and better) reasons to continue being unimpressed by them.

The first reason–which I will only discuss briefly–is that Starbucks supports the Zionist movement. Honestly, Palestine AND Israel need to work together. Israel, however, has worked for over six decades to make Palestine’s life a living hell.

If you don’t believe me, check out the documentary “Occupation 101“.

The second reason is that Starbucks’ coffee cups are made in prison. We’re talking cheap, if not, free labor so you can sip on your mocha-latte-double-whatever-soy-milk-tall coffee.

Believe me, I understand prisons should have some form of labor, because if America offers free education in prisons then people will commit crimes to receive a free education–why do I understand? Because my boyfriend and I had a long in-depth discussion about this, and he was thoroughly convinced of this.

(I personally wasn’t.)

Essentially though, it all boils down to this: if we have a country that is falling to shambles economically, then why don’t we move the task of making Starbucks’ cups or putting Victoria’s Secret underwire into bras to people who actually need them? I’d rather see inmates making things EVERYONE can benefit from, and not the private sector.

Besides, have we forgotten just how much Starbucks’ coffee tastes like mud-water?

And So it Begins. . .

I suck at keeping blogs, but hey, it’s worth a shot. I could never keep a single journal as a kid, so let’s see if this blog has a shelf life longer than a gastrotrich (which lives three days).

And since I  have spent far too much time planning this blog, it’s time to focus on the other things I need to get done.