Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Random Photo Wednesday: Hello there, Imaginary People

This picture was taken in November 2007. Kevin and I were going to visit his family and, considering it's a nine hour drive, I had nothing better to do than take pictures and videos.

This particular picture is of lots, and lots, of birds. All of sudden I just saw them all fly up into the air at once, so I quick snapped a picture. What makes it kind of neat is the reflection on the window: it looks like two people are standing there, one head pointed to the upper right of the picture, and the other to the left. I know the reflection is not two people standing somewhere because we were driving on a highway at the time and the speed limit was between 55 and 65 mph.
To this day, I still can't figure out what the reflection is and it drives me crazy! So I no longer see birds when I look at this picture; I see two people who I know aren't even there... so what is?!

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

40 Days without Chocolate? Yes I Can!

Tomorrow is the first day of Lent and so begins 40 days of sacrifice. Last year, I gave up pasta and, although I wanted to eat all the fettuccini, macaroni & tortellini in the world come Easter, I survived. So this year, I'm thinking it's going to be chocolate. I've already done peanut butter, ice cream and, when I was addicted to AOL Instant Messenger, I gave that up, too.

I was originally thinking I'd do pasta again for two reasons: 1) I work in Italian restaurant, so I eat pasta every night before I go home and 2) I wanna lose a few pounds before the wedding. But, I decided against it because I did it last year, so I wanted to change things up a bit.

So this means no Ferraro Rochers, no chocolate milk or ice cream, no chocolate bars, no brownies or french fries dipped in browny mix (I'm telling you, it's amazing!), no carmel or Snicker filled chocolate Easter eggs (I forgot about those until now!)... But, I can do this! Wish me luck!

Monday, February 23, 2009

Legal Adulthood: Is it 18 or 21?

Generally in the United States, a person is considered a legal adult at 18. According to, “It is the age at which one becomes a legal adult and gains full legal rights.” But in reality, no one at the age of 18 has “full legal rights” in the U.S. They can not purchase, posses or drink alcohol, obtain a gun carrying permit or even rent a hotel room in most places. The problem isn’t that 18-year-olds should be able to run around drunk with guns tucked into their waist bands. The problem is that 18-year-olds are said to be legal adults and “liable for their own actions,” but there are still some actions that they are not legally allowed to partake in.

When a U.S. citizen turns 18, they are allowed to do a number of things: stay out as late as they wish, join the military, vote in local and national elections. Eighteen-year-olds, in some states, can even run for political office. However, if they want to propose a toast upon being elected, they’d better do it with ginger ale. Legal adults can bid farewell to their curfews, but they shouldn’t plan on going to a club that serves alcohol on the weekends, because chances are, they won’t be permitted inside. Also, one can enlist in the military at 18 and carry machine guns on their backs, but they can not obtain a carrying permit otherwise. Those who choose to get married at 18 should consider camping on their honeymoon; unless they plan on bringing their parents along to sign for a hotel room. Gambling is out of the question for “adults” under 21, as well, except for “scratch-off tickets.” But if “adults” under 21 get stressed out over all the things they can’t do, they can always head over to the gas station and buy a pack of cigarettes. Not only are the laws surrounding legal adulthood confusing, they’re also contradictory.

Once a person reaches 18, they can be legally held responsible for their actions as adults. However, they aren’t even allowed to make certain decisions for themselves at that age. The decisions they can make and the things they can do seem to contradict those that they can’t. It’s obvious that drinking and carrying a gun are things that need to be handled by mature, responsible adults. Some argue that 18 is an age of immaturity, and that 18-year-olds do not know how to make responsible decisions when it comes to drinking, gambling and other activities. However, decisions about marriage, running for political office and joining the military should also be made by adults who have those same qualities.

So who decided that 18 was an adequate age to choose who the next president will be, but not an adequate age to pull the handle of a slot machine? The bottom line is, whether it be 18 or 21, the age that determines legal adulthood should grant citizens just that: adulthood. There should be one age that determines what a person can and can not do. Citizens should not be told that they are mature enough to do certain things at 18, but not mature enough to do other things until they reach the age of 21. Once someone is told that they are a legal adult, they should be treated as one.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Thank God for Boomerang!

Kevin & I recently added the digital channels to our cable package for two main reasons: GSN and Boomerang. I love game shows and I love the old cartoons from my childhood. But there's some that aren't on Boomerang, like David the Gnome, Hey Dude, and Ureeka's Castle. God, I miss those shows.

So all afternoon, in the small amount of time that I had to catch up on some homework, I searched YouTube for the intros to my favorite cartoons. I was sooo excited when I came across the owl cartoon! "I wanna singa, about the moona..." I made Kevin watch it with me because I was just so thrilled! I found so many more and I added them to my favorites on YouTube because I just can't get enough!

So, thank God for Boomerang! It's great to just sit home on my days off and watch The Perils of Penelope Pittstop & Huckleberry Hound. And ya can't forget those Snorks! Oh, man! I am too excited over this! HA!

Which cartoon is your favorite? Take the poll & leave your comments!

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Memo: It's Foggy Out There

For those of you who didn't notice, it was extremely foggy this morning. When it's foggy, it's extremely hard to see things within a few feet in front of you. Therefore, if you don't have your lights on, the person behind you can't see you until you step on your break. The person in front of you can't see you until they are passing you. At this point, I'm afraid it may be too light to avoid an "accident."

I've written about this before because it really irks me when people don't turn their lights on when they should. At this point, it should just be mandatory that cars are made with lights that automatically turn on when the car is started; because apparently, people still don't know how to turn their lights on themselves.

On my way to school this morning, I saw flares in the road ahead of me. Surprise, surprise: there was a car accident. I didn't see it, so I can't tell you if the people involved had their lights on or not. But the point is, fog makes it hard to see others as it is. And to make it worse, there are still people who lack the common sense to turn on their lights.

Because of the accident, I had to turn onto a road that would take me into the opposite direction of where I was going. I knew how to get to my school from here, but I also knew that there was another road off of this one that would be quicker. But I didn't know which road it was. So I put the speaker phone on, call my fiance & find out. But with the fog, I didn't see the road until I was on top of it. So I passed it. Why? Because I knew there was someone behind me; I just couldn't tell how close they were because, you guessed it... they didn't have their lights on!

By the time I got to school, I was late because I had to drive slow and take a detour. But I can say that I used my lights, so I know other people saw me. I just wish they would have been as courteous.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Random Photo Wednesday: "Happy" New Year

I am officially declaring Wednesdays "Random Photo Wednesdays." I'm going to choose a picture from my many folders at random, and write about it. So here's the first one... Leave Comments!

Although the date on the picture says "2007.12.30," it was really taken on New Year's Day 2008. This is my Nana's breakfast. I have no idea why I took this picture, but I kept it because I'm a hoarder--I can't get rid of anything. I have homework assignments from the fifth grade because I might "need" them one day. I know I'll never use them, but I keep them anyway. But about the picture...

I think I'd like it more if it were cropped right above the hand, cutting out the soda bottle in the background. As far as memories go, this picture reminds me of a lot--the whole beginning of 2008.
On New Year's Eve, everyone was together, having a great time with Jell-O shots and board games. But a few days after this picture was taken, my Nana's living room went up in flames. The whole house was damaged by smoke, windows were broken, mirrors--mistaken for windows--were smashed. Priceless gifts and photos were lost or ruined. No one was hurt, but their cat Jasper died. Everyone was a mess. My grandparents stayed in a hotel room and an apartment for about six months before they were able to return home. On the bright side, their house turned out really nice in the end.
Within a few weeks after that first fire, there were two more. For the third, one of my uncles was arrested. There's a whole lot more to the story, but to make it short, we'll just say that 2008 was off to a rocky start... that never really became smooth.

Monday, February 16, 2009

Bridal Party Picture!

Sooo I have a "picture" of the bridal party! My mom is on the far left in capri and dad is on the far right. I'm not sure if the flowergirl will be wearing that exact dress, but I think it's growing on me (only because there's not a dress that matches mine perfectly!). I don't think Kevin & the ringbearer's tuxes will have black in them, but there are only so many options online. Anyway, they will be white with apple ties & vests, but the best man and the groomsmen will all be wearing black and apple. Other than that, everything is pretty much right, except that there will be five bridesmaids & five groomsmen. Oh and, of course my dress will be a surprise! But, as pictured below, I will be there!
Leave your comments & let me know what you think! Thanks!

Photo Credit: & Peggy Impeciati

Dresses, Dinner & a Urinal

Yesterday was the big day for me & my bridesmaids--& my mom, too! We all headed to David's to try on dresses and although I found the perfect one, I was having so much fun "playing dress up" that I didn't want to leave! The girls tried on our four favorites, but we all decided on the best one, which was my favorite to begin with, so it worked out for the best! So surprisingly, everything went smoothly yesterday & I found my perfect dress! (I have pictures, but if the groom would come across them, I'd have to go buy a new dress!)

And there were a few things that kept us laughing! There was a middle-aged woman next to us who was trying on see through prom-like dresses. We found out she was planning to wear it to her son's wedding! I'm pretty sure her future daughter-in-law is going to want to jump off the alter & rip that dress right off of her.
There was another girl on the other side of us. She was 17, pregnant and getting married. If she said "Well, I am pregnant" once, she said it 50 times. We were all going a little crazy from that, but otherwise, we all had a good time!

After we all decided on dresses, it was definitely time to eat! Once we got there, I went off to the bathroom. When I walked in, I saw that there was only one stall, which was handicap accessible. I found this strange because I've been to this restaurant several times in the past and it never looked like that. Well, I turned to look around and what did I see? A urinal. Yes, I had walked in to the little boy's room. Thank God no one was in there and that no one took notice of what I had done... or so I hoped!
So here's today's tip: If you're a lady, make sure the stick figure is wearing a dress!

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Boredom Causes Creation of AMBER Alert Text Message?

When I get bored, I don't do the most "educated" things. I make videos of my uncle going down stairs in a wheel barrel. I play hacky sack with a couple people in my kitchen. I might even drive around, blaring religious music and yelling out the window. But I do not send phony "AMBER Alert" text messages to people.

A few days ago, my fiance received a text message and the first two words were "AMBER Alert." As soon as he read this to me, I didn't believe it. The supposed alert was for a little girl who was kidnapped in Mt. Carmel Pa. Considering I live in Pa, I definitely would have seen the alert scroll across my TV screen, and I hadn't. So I looked it up on the Internet and, sure enough, it wasn't true.

Do people have nothing better to do with their time but to make up lies about supposed "missing" children?" If I lived in Mt. Carmel or knew someone who did, I know I would be panicking; wondering if the child was my neighbor, the daughter of a friend, a family member. Even if she wasn't, I would still be distraught. She is someone's neighbor, someone's friend, someone's daughter. But she wasn't. Because she was made up. She came from the imagination of someone who obviously has way too much time on his/her hands. I wonder if this person has children...

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Update: Pacitti & "Idol"

So, Joanna Pacitti is no longer a contestant on "American Idol" because of her past run ins with fame. As if they didn't know this in the beginning! Hello?! Pacitti & Kara had a conversation about it! Is this evidence that Pacitti was hired to increase ratings? Everyone knew about this. Everyone complained about it. Everyone read about it. Mission accomplished "American Idol!" You got some more attention! But more viewers? I highly doubt it!

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

"American Idol" & Joanna Pacitti: Fakes?

There are some angry "American Idol" fans out there. Joanna Pacitti, one of this season's "Idol" contestants, has already had record deals. Her CDs are available to buy on a few of her many MySpace pages. So why has she been permitted to compete on "Idol?" Some say "why not?" while others don't think it's fair. I'm one of them.

She can sing and she's got the looks. But she's already had a record deal. She was hired to be in a Broadway show. These facts can be found all over the internet. So why is she there? She needs another chance to get another record deal? What if Britney Spears wasn't asked to sign another contract? Could she compete in American Idol? Probably not, but what's the difference?

There is a rumor going around...
Was Pacitti hired by American Idol to cause drama on the show, only to be voted off without a chance at winning?

I'm pretty angry to begin with because I don't think that this girl should be allowed to compete for a record deal if she's already had one! But if it's true that "Idol" is paying people to make the show interesting, that's a whole different story. An absolutely rediculous one! That would mean that truly talented people are losing their chance to win something that they actually care about. People go on "American Idol" because they love to sing and they want to make it. And now there's a possibility that they're getting cut because of people like this? That's crazy! I understand that all shows do things for ratings--perhaps the reason why there are some rediculous "first" auditions (they have to go through a few auditions before reaching Paula, Kara, Simon & Randy). But to pay people and take away a spot of a talented, aspiring artist who could have had a chance at winning? Again, that's just rediculous! If this turns out to be true, you can be sure that "American Idol" will lose me as a viewer and a fan!

Leave your comments & take the polls!

Friday, February 6, 2009

Just Give me a JP Already!

So my fiance Kevin and I got engaged in October 2007. We also started dating in October, three years prior. So naturally, we set the date for October '09 because I wanted to finish school first. But then, this past Wednesday... my mom and I talked about where we wanted to have the wedding and she kept on talking about this outdoor place she had been to that was really nice, blah, blah, blah. So we changed the date. To June 6. Yes, this June 6. And I. am going. Crazy!

Now, I know we could have made it for July or August. But I'm picky. October is nice because that's when all of our other firsts occured. But a summer wedding does sound so nice and I don't want it to be too hot outside. The beginning of June is warm enough to have the ceremony outside without everyone ripping their clothes of (usually. So let's hope for good news with all this glabal warming crap). Also, we did start dating on the 6th. And the 6th of June is on a Saturday. So it works. Another reason why we planned for October was because that would give us a two-year engagement--something that I really wanted. I love him to death, but we are both young and we wanted to make sure that we were making the right decision at the right time. And we are. So June is good! But it's also soon. And boy, do I have some planning to do. And road blocks? Yeah, they've already shown up.

First of all, the place that convinced me to change my mind in the first place: way expensive. Both my and Kevin's families are laid-back people who like to have fun and be ourselves. Although I like a bit of classiness, I know our families will not be comfortable in a stuck up atmosphere. So this place was perfect. There's a gorgeous lake and huge, covered patios. But there are also volleyball nets, row boats and an indoor swimming pool. So, while I'm off on the patio dancing and mingling, my guests can have fun doing things I know they like to do. However... not only do you have to pay for the place itself (for six hours), but you have to pay for use of the lake, pool and boats. Now, I'm not sure if all of my guests would have made use of everything at this location, but I wanted the options to be available. If they're not... what's the point? So we're back to searching. Ugh!

Speaking of searching... when I first started looking for dresses (yes, before I was even engaged!), I fell in love with one dress in particular. For the past year and a half that I've continued to look, the dress was still available online and in the store. So, I went online today to save more dresses to my favorites for my appointement next Sunday and, what do you know? The dress I want--my dress--is no longer available in stores. It's still available online but... what if it doesn't look good on me? How do I know which size to order? So once again, we're back to searching. Ugh!

And the guest list? Oh, wow. "Should we invite her?" "I'm not inviting him!" "I haven't talked to them in years." "I really don't care for them, but..." "Well, we really should..." "Who are we forgetting?" "We're gonna have to narrow it down." Oh. my. God!

Speaking of narrowing it down... I have a great group of girls that I love to death & I would absolutely love to ask all of them to be my bridesmaids. But I can't. First of all, I don't want to have a huge wedding, with a bridal party of 20. Second, Kevin has great friends, but only a few of them are close enough and reliable enough to be groomsmen. So we decided on one bridesmaid, one groomsemen, a flower girl and a ring bearer. Simple enough! But it still stinks...

Overall, I am excited. I can't wait to go to the Bridal shop next Sunday & try dresses on & pick a dress out for my sister & the flower girl! But it is definately a lot of work. Thank God I have my mom and my friends to help me with ideas and planning because I don't know where I'd be... Wait, yes I do: in the court house parking lot, begging for two strangers to act as our witnesses!

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

With Arms Too Short: a short story

Staring out the tinted car window, I remember a time when everything seemed so easy. Sleepovers and baking cookies, getting anything I wanted no matter the circumstance. I wish things could go back to the way they used to be, when the hardest decision I ever had to make was which kind of ice cream I wanted: cookie dough or mint chocolate chip. Now I am forced to make decisions that concern more than just my taste buds.

Kevin mentions that we are almost home and both my body and mind jump at the sound of someone else’s voice. The car turns onto my road, pulls up in front of my house, and I make my way inside as my eyes fill up with tears. What if she dies, I think. What if I never get to see her again? Crying uncontrollably, I force myself up the stairs and into my mother’s bedroom.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, concerned.

I try to speak, but the words are drowned out underneath my tears.

“Sarah, what’s wrong?” My mom begins to lose her patience.

“I hate seeing her like that, Mom,” I manage between sobs. “I hate it. I was so mean to her before and now… I just want to go to a yard sale with her or play bingo with her.”

My mom looks at me with knowing eyes as she puts down the sock whose pair she can not find. She says nothing.

“Now that I want to do something with her, I can’t. And I feel so bad because she’s never going to come home.”

“I know. But you’d hate it even more if she did come home and something bad happened to her.” My mom tries to make me feel better, but nothing helps.

“I know, Mom, but I hate the fact that she’s so sad. I try to do anything to make her smile, but most of the time she just stares. And I hate it when I have to go home and leave her there alone, but the longer I stay, the more upset I get. I just feel so helpless.” I bury my face in my hands, creating a small pond in my palms. My mom crawls over to the bed and holds me until I wipe my eyes.

“It’s going to be okay,” she says.

I do not believe her, but I finally pull myself together. I pick up the pieces once again and head to my room. Lying in bed, I try to fight the tears. The harder I fight, the harder I cry. I wish she could be here to make me feel better, but it is not about me anymore. I know I should be the one making her feel a little bit more comfortable, but all I keep on thinking about is how lonely I am.
It has been a week since I saw my grandmother. After school, Kevin picks me up and we make our weekly, forty-five minute journey to see her.

“What’s the matter?” Kevin asks.

Startled, I meet his gaze, “What? Nothing.”

“I know something’s bothering you.”

“I’m fine, okay?” I continue to focus on the world around me, passing by the window too quickly, as life usually does.

Kevin pulls into the parking lot and we walk up to the building where my grandmother currently lives. We enter through two sets of automatic doors, passing nurses and residents until we reach the second floor. By now, most of the staff knows Kevin and me by name.

“Hey guys,” a nurse calls out from behind the desk. “I didn’t see you earlier so I wasn’t sure if you were coming. But it’s Thursday, I knew you’d be here.”

I smile back and continue down the hall until I reach room 121. My grandmother is lying in the bed closest to the window. I wonder if she feels like a prisoner when she looks out at the world. Her body is motionless, except for the occasional rise and fall of her chest when she breathes. A faint wheezing sound can be heard: her oxygen machine. God, I can’t wait to go home.

I sit down on the air vent and Kevin flops down on the chair next to me as we wait for her to notice us. She finally looks up, taking a moment to find our faces: black and white photos lost somewhere in her memory. Finally, she recognizes who we are.

She looks the same. Her perm has faded and her short, salt and pepper hair lies flat against her aged forehead. She hates when her hair is straight. Me, I wish she could have passed that gene on to me. Her whole body seems to sag and, like usual, there’s a not-so-pleasant odor about her bed.

“Sarah, put my bed up a little bit,” she says.

I slowly get up and press the button at the end of her bed. I stand there in silence, waiting for the head of the bed to rise.

“That’s good.”

I sit back down as I begin my routine conversation.

“What’d ya have for dinner tonight?”

She coughs a long time before finally answering. “I think it was fish. And coffee.”

Silently we all stare at the TV as Kevin flips through endless channels of commercials.

“How was school?” she asks me.

“It was okay.”

More silence.

“You like your job, Kevin?”

“Yeah,” he says with a sigh.

Both Kevin and myself, it seems, have programmed these answers. We know what questions she’s going to ask in what order.

“How’s your car runnin’?”


“How was school, Sarah?”

“It was fine, Gram. You look tired. Do you want us to go?”

“No, you don’t have to go.”

I stare at her for a while, remembering. The time we made funnel cake that looked like a blob. When we were making cake and I dropped the ingredients on the floor, a raw egg on her white sneaker. The Easter egg hunts, where she would tell me where the “good eggs” were—the ones with money in them—before my brother could find them. Christmases together and how, every year, I was the one who had to deal with putting her artificial tree together. I never thought I’d miss hearing her nag that one branch was out of place.

After 15 minutes of silence and fighting a battle with myself over whether I should leave, I decide to go.

“Alright, Grandma, we’re gonna get going,” I tell her.

She looks up with the saddest eyes. “Okay, put my bed down.”

Before I put her bed down, I give her a kiss on the cheek. “I love you.”

“Love you, too,” she offers.

I put her bed down on my way out. “Goodnight, Gram. See you next week.”

“See ya.”

Kevin says goodbye, takes my hand, and we walk out the door, leaving her behind one more time.

I remember when I was younger and I used to hug my grandmother before I went to bed. My arms never fit all the way around her waist, but I would try so hard to stretch them out. Before I knew it, though, they were long enough. However, I never really noticed because I never tried to hug her much after that.

When I see my grandmother now, all I want is for her to hug me. I want her to stand up and wrap her arms around me. I want her to take care of me like she used to. I want to be small again, with arms too short to reach around her waist.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Turn on your Head Lights!

When I left for class this morning at 7:30 am, I turned my headlights on as soon as I started my car. Not only was it dark out, but it's kind of a habit for me now. If I don't already have my lights on and it starts raining or snowing, I turn them on immediately because, for those of you who didn't get the memo: It's the law.

I can not begin to explain how annoying (understatement) it is when I'm driving down the road in the snow--much like today--and one person, let alone half the cars I pass, don't have their headlights on. Not only is it illegal to use your windshield wipers without having your headlights on, but it really inconveniences the people around you--we can not see you in bad weather if you have your headlights off!

What makes me even more angry is when I flash my lights as people and they wave! I don't know you and you know damn well that you have no idea who I am either, so obviously I am not saying hello. I am telling you to turn your damn lights on!

So kindly, fellow drivers, please turn on your headlights when it's dark and when the weather is not so good.

Monday, February 2, 2009

Which Super Bowl Commercial was your Favorite?

In America, the Super Bowl is a national holiday. There's football, food, beer and... Commercials! Here's My Top 10 list of this year's best SuperBowl commercials, in no particular order. For a total of 11, I added one more: This year's Worst Super Bowl commercial.

My Top 10

Career Builder: It's Time

Doritos: Lucky Day

Doritos: Crystal Ball

Pepsi Max: I'm Good

Bud Light: Meeting

Pepsi: Forever Young

Coca Cola: Bugs Life

Sobe: NFL Ballerinas

Bridgestone: Potato Heads Box of Flowers

This Year's Worst--Pepsi: MacGruber

I think this was the stupidest Super Bowl commercial I have ever seen. As soon as it came on, it reminded me of one of those "Not another... (Teen, Scary, etc.) Movie" films. I thought it was pointless and it almost seemed to be making fun of Pepsi. Some companies want to make consumers think that, by buying their product, you will gain some sort of power: sex appeal, money, happiness, etc. With this commercial, Pepsi seemed to say: "If you drink Pepsi, you will lose all common sense. Enjoy!"

Which commercials do you think are the most memorable (funniest, best, worst)? Leave your comments with links to your favorite commercials and take the Super Bowl Commercial Poll before it closes!
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Oh and, congratulations, Steelers & steelers fans!

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Update: Stupid Drivers: Stop Risking the lives of my Family & Friends

I talked to Ashley earlier today and she gave me details about the accident--what happened before, during and after. I thought it was intersting before.
Six people went out last night for one of the girls' birthday. The driver who fell asleep at the wheel chose to be the designated driver so that the others could drink. However, the driver of the vehicle didn't even have his license, yet he chose to be the DD!
A little while before they headed home, they stopped at Denny's. While there, the driver was falling asleep. Someone else offered to drive, but the driver said he'd be fine.
When they left Denny's and got on the highway, the driver decided to use cruise control, knowing that he was tired to begin with. After the accident, he said, "I just closed my eyes for 10 seconds." Ten seconds? You shouldn't be closing your eyes at all! You're driving!
So not only did he know he was tired, but he engaged the cruise control and closed his eyes. Hello, cruise control is not auto pilot! You still need to be alert and aware of things, like bends in the road, other cars and where the road is to begin with. In order to turn, you need to have your eyes open and your hands on the wheel. But hey, how are you supposed to know how to drive when you don't even have your driver's license. I guess that's what the police thought.
Apparently, the police "gave him a break." Are you kidding me? Why does this kid, who made multiple bad judgments in a row (not just on this day, but in his life!), get a break?
Apparently people have to get seriously injured or die in order for those responsible to be held accountable for their actions.

Stupid Drivers: Stop Risking the lives of my Family & Friends

"Can I just say that it is 6:30 am.We just got home and I was in a vehicle when it rolled over on route 80 tonight. I woke up hysterically crying and I was sitting on the roof of [his]* blazer and the head rest was in my lap. He fell asleep. I have never been so scared in my life. Like I seriously don't want to get in a car again."

I woke up to my phone vibrating and beeping at 6:27 this morning. I had a text message from my friend Ashley, telling me that she was in a car accident. I was concerned, but I knew she was okay because she told me she was home. Still, I asked her if she was all right and she said that she was just shaken up and "a mess." At this point, I was frustrated and angry.
For those of you who have fallen asleep at the wheel: why didn't you just pull over or, if you were with someone else, have them drive? It is completely unfair for you to drive when you know you're tired because, in case you didn't know, you're risking the lives of everyone around you, which could be my family and friends. If they're not mine, they are someone's. In this case, Ashley is my friend. And you didn't even have to think to know that she was in harm's way because she was riding in your back seat! But obviously, you weren't thinking at all.
As far as I'm concerned, when someone falls asleep at the wheel, it's no accident. You know when you're tired (unless you have a major sleeping disorder) and at the point, you should pull over and ask soemone else to drive, or sit where you are for a while and rest. I don't care what time it is and what time you have to be wherever you're going. If you are tired and you don't pull over, you may never make it there at all.
If I would have gotten a phone call this morning, telling me that my friend was killed... I'm not sure what I would have done. I know that I would be completely shocked and heartbroken, but I would still be angry. Why should my friend's life be put on the line because you don't have any common sense? And this isn't the first time that this driver has used bad judgement. He races people in his car on public roads and he's driven drunk, probably among other things. And everytime, he's risking his own life as well as the lives of others.
So here's a tip: If you want to be stupid and risk your life, go sky diving or bungee jumping. Go race on closed roads. But do not get behind the wheel when you know you're tired and risk the lives of my friends and family.

*name concealed to protect the stupid.

I can Sleep when I'm Dead!

I go to school two days a week and I also take online classes. On Tuesdays, I'm in class for 9 hours and on Thursdays, I'm there for 13. A "plus:" I only work weekends, so I have two days "off." But in that time, I have homework so far above my eyelids that I can't even see to get it done. I'm not complaining about that--everyone has things to do. But do you ever get tired of being tired? Not being able to do what you want to do because, by the time you get done doing what you have to do, you don't have any time left?
Right now, at 1:07 am, I am exhausted. I pulled a double at work today and then I came home and realized that I had too much homework to do and that, if I didn't do it now, I wasn't going to do it until the wee hours of the morning on the day that it's due. So I did it. And now I'm tired. But I don't want to go to bed! I feel jipped! All I want to do is play Bingo online, or watch Home Improvement re-runs on Nick at Nite. But as soon as I start I'm going to have to tape my eyelids to the back of my head so they stay open.
So I'm faced with a dilemma: Should I sleep because I'm tired, or should I stay up and do what I want to do, considering it's the only "free" time I have? Well, you know what they: You can sleep when you're dead!