Baby, I am the cub who was washed out in the flood

"Hope is not blind optimism,"

Out of all the things Barack Obama said tonight, this statement struck me the most. His entire speech was about hope and change in the United States. Change in health care, the war, education, international trade, weapons, and everything other example of how our government contradicts the freedoms given in the Constitution and Bill of Rights... and all of a sudden, I realized how much change I wanted in my own life. How much I needed faith within myself and from other people to help me through these next months. God knows, this past year has been more difficult than I couldn've ever imagined.

Like Keats, I am slowly learning to accept my life as it is; slowly understanding that suffering is an inevitable part of life that I must experience. I can no longer attempt to analyze my sadness and reason my distress. In truth, there are no answers; suffering will exist no matter how much I try to ignore it. Right now, I must let go of my past and start accepting the present.

Recently, my mother and I went antique-grazing in the heights area of houston. I love looking at antiques, im not sure why... i like how their age makes them even more appealing and beautiful. my favorite store, hands down, was installations. a DNA center piece

A german sign, i think it may be used to hold tickets or something. they had a ton of old and really neat german/dutch/netherlands posters and signs because the owner is from belgium and travels to eastern europe every year with his precious wife.

Thursday was Veritas Vacation Day, which is where my school basically has a giant party with a moon bounce and everything. heres a polaroid of some friends of mine. The band in the second polaroid is called Oh, Juliet! They were precious and girls were literally tripping and crying on stage because of all the emotions and girlish-ness.

The v-day is also for valentines day, which i spent with diego. who is diego?

BAH! drawer cat! Don Diego de la Vega is the newest and most cuddliest member of the family. He was adopted my mother and I last monday and has since become my best friend. He likes playing with my hair, putting his nose on my neck, and taking naps in the nook between my collarbone and shoulder.

I dont know what im gonna do without him when im in boston for harvard model congress. which is totally random and last minute, i know. but a teacher asked me to go and i said of course. for the first time in my life, i can proudly say that i've done something spontaneous. even if it is school related...

Iran so far away

I love Ash Wednesday because it’s the one day of the year where you’re considered a weirdo if you don’t have a big black mark on your forehead. For the first time in jameson’s Ash Wednesday history, I actually fasted. Mind, it was only until 6, but I figure God will appreciate the effort. I’m not 100% sure why I did it. I’m not entirely religious, but I felt like I needed some sort of cleansing or rejuvenation to happen in my life. Actually, I guess I am a tad religious considering the fact that I was really ticked off at the 3 kings cakes I saw being passed around in the hallway not to mention a conveniently dated bake sale after school. I mean, you don’t have to fast all of Lent, but for Christ’s sake (literally) at least respect Ash Wednesday.
I think its because I learned all about Lent and Easter from the perspective of the Greek Orthodox, who take Lent far more seriously than most Americans. To them, Lent is more holy than Christmas. Of course my view on the typical American Christmas is not a happy one.

Last night, I hung out with a friend of mine that I hadn’t seen in FOREVER. We ran into some old friends on the way as well. Being with them made me forget how much I love the commodity between men. I’m dead serious, being around boys makes me realize how pointless some female conversations and arguments are. Of course the downside of being male is never really being able to talk about your “feelings” in front of friends. Last night was an experience I probably needed to be reminded not to take life so damn seriously.

Of course, last night was also Super Tuesday. As a staunch Obama supporter, I guess its needless to say I was disappointed with the American public’s support of Hilary McPantsuit Clinton. I was even more disturbed with Huckabee’s tie with Romney and his sweep of the south. Ever since I saw Jesus Camp, I just can’t take Evangelicals seriously.
Anyway, this really has nothing to do with politics, but the greatest song parody I’ve ever seen was on mad tv the other day and I managed to find it on youtube.



MREEeeeeehhh...It’s the most glorious thing i’ve ever seen/heard. Hillary’s singing is impeccable, almost better than rihanna’s to be honest. kudos to heidi klum and seal who apparently directed it.its almost as good as Andy Sandberg's SNL song about iranian president Mahmoud Ahmadinejad. Speaking of which, an alarm went off in govenrment yesterday and Katherine felt the need to hide under her desk yelling, " IRAQ IRAN!" at the top of lungs for no reason at all. i think fritchels cried she was laughing so hard.

In honor of the mexico vs. us game in houston tonight, ill leave you with this image of the mexican christmas decorations still hanging in my back yard. the fact that our christmas decoration pretty much describes my families laziness as a whole.

I'll manage, i wasn't made in china I'm not going to break.

dear whoever that is reading my blog and telling my mother i need help.
stop it.
if you really wanted to help me, you would have directly approached me instead of playing some some of twisted telephone game with my mother.
i'm sorry if any of the previous entries caused you any worry, they are all meant as a creative outlet...not as a desperate " cry for help."
love, (because i probably do love you)
jameson