Rant = HUMANITY, YOU FAIL!

So today, after braving the icy streets, the slick sidewalks, and the terror that is the Piano class for Music Majors, I shuffled my way across the Baker campus, climbed two flights of stairs, and sat down for what I hoped to be a class that was interesting enough that I could keep my eye open.

I didn't expect to be so engaged in the discussion that even now, six odd hours later, I'm still gnawing on the topic.

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I have no idea where my teacher lives, but it's far enough away that she listens to the news on the way here. And when she turned on the radio in searchh of decent tunage, she got a station broadcasting about a woman about to jump off a bridge in Kansas City.

And the people that couldn't use the bridge were more annoyed by the fact that they were going to be late for work than horrified by the fact that a person no longer had a reason to live.

The radio station was interviewing people, and appearantly someone said something along the lines of, "This bitch is making me late for work, I wish she'd just piss or get off the pot."

It's that terrible?

I understand that things get bad, and people get angry because beign late too often can mean that you'll lose your job... But this woman was about to leap off of a bridge! Do they not understand that she was going to die? That no one cared enough to stop her, not even the police?

After that, our class discussed other situations.

The one that really got to me and set our class discussion in motion was the story of this woman who had been headed home from someone and had been attacked by a robber. It was in the 1970s or 1980s, and I can't remember her name, though as soon as I find out, I'll update this.

In any case, she was headed home at 10-ish at night and she was attacked by a robber who began beating her. There was a huge commotion, and lights began flickering on the the apartments overlooking the scene and the robber, probably thinking someone would have called the police, fled. The woman was in no condition to move, so she lay there, helpless and moaning in agony, waiting for the sirens signaling an ambulence or the police. But no help came, not even from the lit apaertments. A short time later, the robber returned, finished robbing her, killed her, then left.

And still the apartments stayed lit. They'd seen the whole thing, were witness to a murder, and yet nothing had been done.

Their excuse? "I thought someone else would have called the police."

So this is what humanity is becoming? We rely on other people to make things known and get things done?

We talked about the Holocaust for a while, too, about the hows and whys behind the reasoning. Why people went along with Hitler, why they betrayed each other.

Eventually we simply decided that it simply boiled down to the fact that people were terrified about their lives and the lives of their loved ones. Anyone that defied Hitler was rustled up along with the Jews, gypsies, and the homosexuals, and they were put in the camps to die. People did what they did, as they do in every war (included the war depicted in Scott Simon's Pretty Birds), they looked out for themselvesd and their families. They either pretended to agree with Hitler's regime, or they really did.

We talked about other things for a while, all of them related to this topic by the base of them being communities and how they dealt with things when someone mentioned zombies. And something in me clicked.

I'm not sure what came over me, but I ended up raising my hand and saying, "This may sound silly, but the way this sounds, it's like we're all battling some sort of zombie apocalypse, but we're the 'lone survivor', and humanity is the horde of zombies."

And, surprise, surprise, my teacher actually agreed. She said that though she didn't like zombie movies, that was the best anaolgy she'd heard on the case so far. We've all been raised to be independant, to look out for only ourselves, and the result? We're going to survive the zombie invasion! ... But we're also going to live our lives alone and, in a sense, in isolation.

Isn't that ironic?

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So, yeah.

Here's humanity for you. And it's just getting worse.

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In other news, it's slicker than snot outside.

Icy and all that jazz. Can't wait to see what tonight and tomorrow brings. We're currently under a blizzard watch until 6 tomorrow morning, then a warning until tomorrow night/Wednesday mroning. Supposedly 3 inches of ice, 12 to 18 inches of snow, and lots of fun time for my collegemates and I shall ensue shortly.

Why?

Because Baker. Never. Closes.

Anyway, time for choir. Then dinner. Whee!

Ever yours,
And definitely hoping that school is CANCELLED tomorrow,
*fingers crosseD*
The Night Thief

Fancy Schmancy

That's what I like to call it, more as a term of endearment than anything else though, if you know what I mean. But you probably call it "Prom".

Personally, I like "fancy schmancy". Then again, I'm a crazy freak that enjoys putting their thoughts and ideas out for a judgmental world to view and comment upon. Not like I've gotten any comments. Eh. It doesn't bother me all too much. This is my blog, after all. Set up by me, for me, and only written for myself. If someone else is enjoying it, then good for them. Otherwise, I don't really give a rat's ass.

Anyway. Back to the fancy schmancy dance known as Prom.

It's supposed to be epic, especially for me because I'm graduating in (omigodomigodomigod) less than a month, but tonight's prom? ... Huge. Epic. Fail.

It was awful. Really.

I don't know about you, but I like music. One of my favorite quotes in life, and also a favored motto, is "Music on; world off". Was the music on? Yes. Was the world off? .... Kind of. The question that really matters, the question that will thoroughly describe the dance in a few short and simple words, "Was the music worth it?" My answer: Hell no.

To me, music is something to be revered. You cherish it. Worship it. Love it. Our DJ? .... Not so much. Litterally, the only songs he played all the way through were Lady Gaga's Bad Romance, some weird dance thingie, the Cha Cha Slide, the Cupid Shuffle, and a (c)rap(py) hiphop song. Seriously. All the rest began (literally) halfway through the song and then played for about a minute and a half before sloooooowly oozing into another song.

And before you ask what's the matter with that, imagine this...

Imagine Uprising by Muse. And Party in The USA by Miley Cyrus. .... Imagine Uprising meshing with PitUSA and then sloooooooowly morphing into just PitUSA. ... Yeah. It gave me the BIGGEST headache I've had in quite a while. Even bigger than my reaction/sleeploss headache from Friday.

I think a part of me died inside.

Oh! And the songs themselves freaking sucked. ... Yeah. I recognized the Cha Cha Slide, the Cupid Shuffle, the weird ho-down song, and Journey's ever famous Don't Stop Believing. The rest? Pretty much went like this::
DJ: *begins playing random song halfway through old song*
Me: Wtf...?
Friend: *shrugs*

Yeah. But the bonus points for this year? I didn't go outside and mope. I didn't dance with a guy... But one of my best friends was with her boyfriend - the one that called me beautiful - so we got to mess with him all night, two good friends came together and the girl looked like a freaking gorgeous princess, and two of my good friends won the king and queen position.

Sad points: Cute Guy #1 is MIA until Monday. Sad panda. Cute Guy #2 is MIA. Period. So I'll see him Monday, too. Cute Guy #3.... Still doesn't realize that he's in a lose-lose situation unless he leaves his girlfriend.... The girls at my school are sluts. ... No surprise there. We nearly got in trouble when we went to eat after Prom... Because some teens roughed up the Plaza in Kansas, and now everyone else is on edge. ... Great. Restaraunt rulez: Must be at least 18 or accompanied by an adult of at least 25 years of age. What a hassle! Le sigh...

And (on a completely different note) my Forensics meet today absolutely SUCKED. But it's cool. :] I'll live.

So.... The day in a short, wholesome nutshell. .... To bed now. :] Kinda sleepy. Hoping for good dreams, yea~?

Thanks for (not?) listening, everyone. Enjoy your morning/day/afternoon/evening/night. And remember.... Be safe. :]

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Ever Yours,
The Night Thief
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