Addict.

I challenge you to think of the last time you turned on your television and an episode of Law & Order wasn't showing. Seriously. It's like All My Children but with cops and bad guys running rampant. My Law & Order of choice is Special Victims Unit. USA has marathons every afternoon and every episode from every season is on Netflix instant play. It's just begging me to watch it! And really, what's not to love about SVU? It's got snazzy intro music, cunning detective working to bring rapists and child predators to justice, all those witty one-liners, you could cut the sexual tension between Elliot and Olivia with a knife, and let's not overlook that fact that Ice-T is a full-time cast member. I mean, come on! It's Ice-T being a real life actor! How are you not going to watch that?

Also- I'm pretty obsessed with Mariska Hargitay. She's super hot, strong-willed, and fights sexual predators on the daily. The chick serves justice to criminals, remains empathetic to victims, and cleans up her partner's personal life without even smudging her perfectly colored lip gloss.

Unfortunately, for the upcoming season they're cutting her screen time down because she wants to spend more time with her family and Christopher Meloni is leaving all together. This saddens me. Who else is going to fill the shoes of Elliot Stabler? The tough, Irish Catholic, ex-Marine cop who's afraid to show is feelings but is really just a big softy. It sounds like an easy shtick, but nobody plays brooding and beautiful like Christopher Meloni.

Shit That Sucks.

My good friend, Deanna, has a very funny blog entitled "Shit That Sucks." In this blog she rants about daily frustrations that we all face that really just, well, suck. Well today I am taking a page from D's book and going to tell you about something that sucks (and I think you'll agree). 


As some of you may know, quite a few of my close friends attend Texas A&M University. When applying for colleges I didn't think about a big school like A&M because I just felt like it wasn't my scene, that I wouldn't fit in there. So naturally I picked a small liberal arts school that happens to be the most expensive university on the planet (yeah ok, I'm sure Johns Hopkins is more expensive but, let's face it, it's not like I was ever going to go there. I'm not Joseph Martin). So I get to St. Edward's and it's a fantastic school! I love my professors, I like the majority of my classes and it's a very small campus so the class sizes are perfect at around 25-30 students. But it's hard as hell to make friends. That sounds laaaame and like I'm throwing my own pity party, but it's true. If you're not a hipster you can't hang out with the hipsters because you don't ride a fixed gear and shop at Urban Outfitters. And if you're not 21 and don't have a fake ID you can't hang out with anyone that goes downtown on a regular basis because you'll end up sitting at home bored while everyone else goes out. 


So sometimes I get down about my lack of a life and I start thinking "maybe I'll just transfer to A&M." This notion makes total sense: I have friends at A&M, everyone there is exceptionally nice and friendly, I love going to football games, it turns out that maroon is indeed in my color wheel, it's about half the cost of St. Ed's, the cost of living is also cut in half and let's not forget $4 movies. Sounds like a great decision, right? Not so much. You see, I've looked into transferring before and I knew that going from a private university to a public university would mean that some of my classes wouldn't transfer. Tonight I discovered a course equivalency guide that you just type in the class at St. Ed's and the database tells you whether or not it transfers. So I printed out my transcript and got to comparing. 


After this summer session I'll have a total of 70 meaning that I will be 5 hours short of completing the first semester of my junior year. Now I'll give you a minute to just take a guess as to how many of those hours will transfer. Go ahead, take your best guess. Give up? Ok, I'll tell ya. 42. 42 transferrable hours. That would make me 3 hours shy of completing the first semester of my sophomore year. In case you didn't keep up with all that, it means that the last year of my life would have been for nothing. I would be set to graduate in December of 2013 when at this point I should be graduating in December 2012. THAT REALLY SUCKS. Like, really. It sucks. 


So I can officially never transfer to A&M. But that's not going to stop me from sleeping on my best friend, Alison's floor in College Station for the duration of my college career. I mean who else is going to watch chick flicks and eat raw cookie dough with me?

Hag

Let me just preface this by saying, if you have any qualms with homosexuality you probably should stop reading and just un-friend me from life because I don't think we're going to get along all that great. I am usually not the type to wear my religious and political opinions on my sleeve unless something really peeves me, but make no mistake, my beliefs are solid and not going to change anytime soon.

Recently I posted a controversial video on my Facebook wall that depicted a Christian pastor reaching out to the homosexual youth of his congregation. He asked these young people to approach the stage to "be saved from the sin of homosexuality." He said he loved them, he forgave them, he welcomed them back into the church because they were tricked by "perverts" who made them think that they could possibly be homosexual.

Does anybody else think that's crazy? Because I certainly do. And if someone said that to my child at church I would be the first person up there saying "Fuck you, buddy. God gave me this kid so he must've had some sort of plan here." I just don't understand the whole "homosexuality is a sin" concept. I was raised Catholic, I've gone to Catholic school for 16 years so needless to say I've read the Bible a few times and have a pretty great relationship with the man upstairs. But never once in my life have I felt any hostility towards gay people. It just doesn't make sense to me that someone could harbor such intense hate for another person just based on their sexuality. I don't care who you want to spend your life with! You can marry a man or a woman or a flippin goat if that's what makes you happy and gives your life meaning. Hate just seems to waste everyone's time. Case and point: Westbro Baptist Church. If they took all of that energy and focused it somewhere positive I wager that they could cure world poverty.

I'm with this guy. LOL

Kin Folk

It's been a hot minute since I last posted! You may be thinking "she must just be having an amazing summer filled with fun and merriment." Well you would be mistaken. I'm doing a lot of summer school and my internship so I really do not have time to do anything but study and sleep. Ah..the life I lead.

I decided to make this post about something that is a new pseudo obsession of mine: My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding on TLC. It is awful. But I just can't seem to look away when I stumble onto a new episode. The show centers around the Irish Traveler community in the UK and depicts their lavish, and oh so tacky, weddings and other rites of passage. I think part of the reason I watch it is because I come from a long line of Irish Travelers. I just keep thinking "that could be my life." I mean, let's face it, Irish families multiply at a rapid rate so there's a good chance we're related to some of these people. I'm twenty years old so apparently if I were living among the Travelers I would be a spinster by now. That, or I'd be on my third wedding anniversary with two or three kids running around and one on the way. NO, THANK YOU.

Remember how I said these blessed Traveler events are tacky? I say that because I don't think there has yet been a word invented to truly encapsulate the horror that is a wedding dress in this gypsy community. I'll just let you be the judge. This darling girl is 16 years old and she's marrying her prince charming. Read: they've known each other all of three months and he won her heart by buying her a trailer of their very own that she can clean all day long while he goes to work AND he was late to the wedding because he was down the street getting drunk with his friends. (Man, I wish that dude was still on the market. He sounds like a goddamn champ.)

That's her with her bridesmaids. Cute.

This girl gives a whole new meaning to the term "wedding glow." She had LED lights placed all through her dress and vale. I don't know why Vera Wang hasn't jumped on that bandwagon yet.

The show isn't all bad, it's a nice insight into the life of an Irish Traveler. I think if they hadn't centered it around the mating rituals I could take it more seriously. STOP wearing the nutty dresses and then maybe people won't discriminate against you. I don't mean they need to conform totally to mainstream society, but if they want so badly to be accepted don't wear that dress to a church. Just sayin.

Save The Drama For Yo Mamma

Today is Mother's Day and I hope you are all celebrating by telling your moms how awesome they are or by having your kiddos smolder you with hugs and kisses.

I am very sad because I can't be with my mommy today but I will be seeing her beautiful face on Thursday and hopefully I'll be able to make up for it then. I hope she's having a good day despite my absence! I sure do miss you, momma. I can't wait to come home even if it's only for a few days. My mom is hands down the best mom I could ask for. She's always there for me when I need her and she is a wonderful best friend.

Say What?

So there I am, minding my own business, walking through the HEB parking lot when all of a sudden from behind me I hear, "Yo, mommy what's good?" Now, I can overlook the complete lack of English speaking grammar in that question; I can even look past the fact that it was yet another sleazy come on from a hommie at the Riverside HEB. What I had a hard time swallowing was the word, "mommy." Boy, I ain't yo momma.

Apparently, among my generation, a trend has formed in which you are to refer to your significant other (more often than not, in a strictly physical situation) using the slang terms "mommy" or "daddy." Come on. I can't be the only one that finds that disgusting. I have one daddy and his name is Terrence Alan Grisham. I have called him daddy since I could speak and that will forever change. So the thought of referring to a man friend as "daddy" makes me want to drive my ass straight to therapy (or confession...whichever is closest). So, seriously, who thought this was sexy? Why would I want a guy looking at me and immediately thinking "mom!" Oedipal complex much? DEAL. BREAKER. I have a name and if you haven't asked it yet there are a vast number of adjectives you could in the meantime. Check your birth certificate-if my name does not appear, you don't get to call me "momma."

Attack Attack!

Very true to form, in times of great stress I am getting sick. I can absolutely guarantee that I will have strep throat by the end of the week. I can feel strep coming from a mile away. It's right on schedule. I get strep like clockwork every semester so I like to keep a little penicillin handy so I can start before I have time to get to a doctor. And considering that I won't have time to see a doctor until the afternoon of the 16th, I'd say my system is pretty smart. When my tonsils attack I like to be right there to attack back. People tell me all the time I should just get them taken out and to those people I say, I tried, but then I got strep. And my father saw that as a sign that I shouldn't have surgery. So here we are.

Aside from getting sick, I'm having a rather good day! I'm still very stressed, but I have made peace with the fact that it's just not going to let up for a while so I may as well just get used to the constant brick on my chest. That being realized has allowed me to take today off for some Barton Springs fun. I was recently elected Vice President of the St. Edward's Communication Society and we all wanted to have an end of year social so we picked a day at Barton. It was very fun! The sun was shining, we had a great picnic, and good company. It was very relaxing and a nice way to end the weekend.

Caroline, Me, Ilse, Angela, Trisha, Bea

To end my night I'm just going to drink lots of water and orange juice while watching Law&Order SVU (because there's always a marathon on tv) and My So Called Life. Because those shows have so much in common....Whatever, I just have diverse tastes and I'm fine with that. Get on my level.