A little sad, a little pathetic

Last night I was watching the season finale of Real World: Denver, Colorado. I visited Colorado for this past New Year's with a huge group of friends. One couple moved there last year so we all made the trip out there. Gorgeous place.

Anywhoo. While watching it, I was sort of bothered by Davis. He was the gay one (ya know, they throw them in there, plus an african american, couple of white girls, and one person who's never met a homosexual before). Anyways, at the beginning of the season he stated he wanted to prove to the world that you can be gay and monogamous. Well, in this episode, turns out he hadn't kept his promise. He's balling and balling because his boyfriend dumped him (surprise, surprise).

Anyways, then they start packing and I realize SHIT. I'm too old to be on this show now. I think the age group is 18-24 or something like that. I'm 25. How am I too old to be on that show? I wouldn't WANT to be. But still, it's nice to have the option. I guess I'll have to just keep my hopes up for American Idol (although disclaimer - I can't sing...well. I can sing, I just I'd be one of the ones they put up there to be funny than to show actual proof of talent).

Tonight's American Idol's finale. Last night it became apparent early on (well, after the first round of songs) that Jordin deserves it. Blake will do great with his different approach to music, but she's got the lungs. But I really didn't think it was such a good idea to sing that Christina Aguilera song...I was cringing on the couch.

Weekend re-cap

Well, this weekend was quite the crazy one. 3 parties, 1 hangover, and more stories from the lovely s-i-l (sister-in-law).

Friday night was a bday party for a visiting relative. That was a lot of fun. Not only did it have some people I don't know, but some of our (J and mine) friends were there as well. Got to catch-up with Budget Boy's girlfriend and hang out with J's sis L. (not the psycho S-I-L). I had some lovely Malibu-Tampico cocktails (yes, I was ghe-tto) and they were quite delish. J and I left around midnight, stopped at Jack in the Box, and headed home. He had a work thing the next morning.

Saturday was day 2 of the parties - first up was his "welcome home" party for his bro and fam. It was a ton of food (they're all Italian) and a little too warm for me. I headed out for Shortie's graduation and let the drinking begin! Everyone was drunk on margarita's and shots of vodka or tequila. J met me there around 10 and said it was hilarious to see so many fun-loving drunk people at one place. There was a dj and at some point I stole the mic and we turned it into a sing-a-long. At midnight the music stopped, I turned into a pumpkin and headed home.

Yesterday I was a hungover mess. I did catch up and watch on Mtv all the episodes of the first season of America's Next Top Model. I like when they put them back to back to back. At 6 I finally got up, we ate, and then moved my sorry ass to the couch for a viewing of Music & Lyrics. That's such a great movie.

So, J's sis L and I love to just sit and gossip and make fun of the s-i-l. Sure it's catty and horribly mean. But with the s-i-l, you just can't help it.

She's shown up to both parties wearing full-length dresses with jeans underneath. Then she had these bead things on her toes. She has too many piercings for a woman her age, and her kids have horrible manners. There's nothing worse than horrible manners. And it's starting to rub off on L's daughter, who's 3. She started acting like them and she was put in her place immediately. Good to know some people still have great parenting skills!

Tonight we're off to see Shrek the Third! Whopee!

I thought finals were the most difficult thing about college. Not massacres.

I've been keeping tabs all day about the disaster at Virginia Tech. I heard about it on my way into work this morning. At that time, only 1 person had been pronounced dead, but by 10am, the number was quickly increasing. I remember what it was like to be at school. Mondays sucked. Especially if you had to get up early for a class. I couldn't imagine what it would be like to wake up to gunshots.

In just hearing the reports, you can't help but speculate. And, since I majored in Psych and am a female, I also can't help interpreting things in my own way. Well, here's what I think. I think that because the shots first occured in a dorm room, a target was pretty specific. I mean, If you're looking to kill a whole bunch of people, you usually would think of going to a place where a lot of people would be. If you go to a dorm room, there's not many people lingering around at 7am. I know. Usually most of students are hungover or sleeping in. I don't know many that willingly schedule 8am classes on a Monday. That's just torture.

Anyways, so, if the shooter went to a dorm room, he was looking for someone (I say he, cuz usually women don't go shooting all kinds of people. And, well, they've been reporting it's an asian male). So, he's looking for someone. And, I'm guessing, since he later went to another part of the campus, he didn't find who he was looking for. But why shoot people up at the dorms? The only thing I can think of is that whomever he was looking for, wasn't there. And so he started asking the people around there. When no one was responding (because who really can think clearly with a gun pointed at you??) he freaked out and shot them to make them realize he was serious.

**sidebar - so, last night I watched an episode of Medium, where the husband ends up in a hostage situation. To let the cops know that the hostage taker was serious, he shot one of the people there....

Anyways, So, he flees to go find his initial target. At this point, he's got to be out of his mind, freaking out because maybe reality set in that he actually just shot some people. But maybe he's still so frustrated that he can't find the real person. At this point in time, the school is investigating that shooting. They close down the school, but probably only parts because it's a fairly large campus. And, by time word spreads, the second shooting occurs.

Why he shot so many at the second location is bizarre. But, he probably went on a shooting frenzy because he's just psychotic. And, he was in a place where there were more people within range. And then the bastard shot himself? What a wussy way to get out of it.

I feel absolutely horrible and sad for all the families that lost someone today, and for the students that were friends with those who became victim of this madman. Rumors are flooding around that he was distraught because his girlfriend had broken up with him. It's such a shame that a man goes to that length to try to get her back?? Or try to have her hurt as much as he did? It's just not a productive way to get your feeligns across. It's almost as if you're taking the easy way out. Instead of getting to the root of the problem and trying to work through the pain, you just freak out and shoot up a place.