Pre-Post

I intend to elaborate much more on this, in a later post when I have more time, and when I do, it will probably be more of an essay. I just have to spill some of my initial reactions coming back from Haiti. Many things are now foreign here in America. It's all felt so odd since I returned. The culture, I just can't understand it anymore. We complain about Government healthcare, but in Haiti, the problem is they have no government. Nothing to really help them in times of need, whereas in America, we have so much, and even at our worst are better off than many countries. I don't mean to belittle any American disasters, but it means something different when you have your own means to help yourself. New Orleans may not have received the greatest help from the American Government, but the American people were able to step up and give them the relief they need. Haiti is almost completely dependent on international aid. The people of Haiti are strong and resilient, and I love them, but they had no government or resources to rebuild and recover. Most of the aid comes internationally. New Orleans still received international help, but America is so great, we have the means to have done it all on our own. Haiti and many others have no such luxury. If the international community left Haiti to itself, it would whither. The strength of the people can only go so far. I'm not saying they needed American help and Dollars, just help and money to do what they are capable of.
Our government can take care of its people, and I won't speak out against them doing it. It isn't socialist, nor is it necessarily being done right. But they can help, and people need to understand the power and responsibility of that 'can'.
Now, I apologize. My thoughts are a underdeveloped, and what I mean is not always clear or coherent. This is merely my initial thoughts, and I plan to attack somewhat the same topic more thoroughly when I have the time. If you understand and agree, thank you, but if you don't, please wait till my next post. That should be much clearer. Until next time, have fun, live life, and don't die. Good night folks.

Inside jokes

Oh how I miss them. This is such a hard part about moving on to a new part of your life, all with new friends. You start back over with inside jokes. No one anymore understands about evil, soul eating pelicans, or understands why any topic involving queen of England would make me uncomfortable. That's what they said would only lead to me receiving odd looks and no one would find :):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):)as funny as I do. An emo button is meaningless, just as asking me about a coma is not funny. No one would understand why they need to take a number, currently serving 98,567,125. Umbrellas are not awkward, and rickshaws are just another mode of transportation. The time is just the time, and what does that have to do with the Game?
Everything has to start over and new jokes must be made. Until next time, have fun, live life, and don't die. Yeeeaaaaahhhhhhh buddy! Good night folks.

How this is going down.

So it seems some are unsatisfied with my lack of actually saying things in my posts. Sorry, but this is just how it's gonna be. My blog, I'll say however much or little I want in as few or many words I want (hint: it will probably be the later). Don't expect any different than what you're getting. Maybe eventually I find a direction and stick with it, but for now, I'll post whatever I feel like typing. If I have something I want to say, I'll say it, if not, I'll ramble on like I have. I'm not writing it for anyone. It's more of a public journal others can read so they can better understand who I am.
Anyway, that's that, and in other news, I need to post my list somewhere as I am already forgetting it. For anyone who stumbles upon my blog (as everyone of my follows are well aware of these lists), this is a list of my top five celebrates that I would marry, or something like that. In no particular order:
1. Kristin Kreuk
2. Abby Eliot
3. Olivia Wilde
4. Mia Wasikowska
5. Unfortunatly, I cannot remember my 5th one.
This is an ongoing list, so it will continue to change. If it does, or if I remember my last one, I'll repost it here. Until next time, have fun, live life, and don't die. Good night folks.

Sleep?

I sit here, at 3:38, Saturday morning. I'm tired and know I should go to bed, yet I'm not. I don't know why. I'm not doing anything. The only reason that I'm posting is because I've run out of other things to do... that's not even right. "Do" implies action. I hardly think sitting in front of a computer. clicking through web pages counts as action. Do I even have anything to say? No. Clearly not, as I have now obviously reached the point of utter meaninglessness and rambling. No, that is not true. I was at that point from the very beginning. This post is the very meaning of my blog title. This truly is endless rabble.
That is one thing. It may be that I am misusing rabble in my title. It normally refers crudely to lower classes of people, imagined to be dirty and ragged. If you look it up however, it also can mean "a disorganized or confused collection of things" and now you see that this is perfect for my blog. I like to do that: use the anterior definitions; the ones people don't primarily think of. Sometimes this backfires. My brother and sister will still make fun of me for using menagerie in a completely correct context, but it fit in with the 4th definition, not the 1st, so they believe I was wrong. I totally wasn't.
Seriously, I know you don't care. I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing this because I have nothing to do and don't want to go to bed yet for who knows what reason. I mean, if you are even still reading this, then you have more issues than I do at this point. Seriously, I'm never going to say anything. Give up and do something productive. I shouldn't be able to bring us both down. This is ridiculous.
This is random, I know, but on a different topic I have a person or two that I an just sick of. Like, I really can't wait till summer in this particular case or two so that I can get a brake from them. This doesn't necessarily mean anything bad about them. I've felt the same way in the past about someone who is now one of my best friends. It just happens from time to time between me and someone when for whatever reason, we just annoy each other and it won't stop until we can get a brake from each other. At this point, it may prove to be nothing, or we may continue on like this. I don't know.
I'm just rambling at this point. Whatever it takes to keep going...again, seriously?!!?1?!??!1?!??2??ONE You are still reading? Come on, get a life I can't believe this. Not only have I been saying nothing in as many words as possible, but I have also mocked you and complained about something completely inane. If you are still reading this, I'm not sure we can still be friends because you clearly have issues that require professional help before you hurt somebody.
Yeah, I really should go to bed now. Until next time, have fun, live life, and don't die. Good night folks.

Procrastination and haircuts and surprises

Someday, maybe, I will learn, maybe. The problem is that procrastination is just much more fun than actually doing the thing you should be doing. Such as right now. Should I be posting on my blog? No, but I'd rather do this than the lab reports for physics that are due tomorrow and that I've barely started.
On another note, my head feels very light and cold. I suppose that's the result of cutting off 5 or so inches of hair. This will take getting used to, but I might as well stick to the shorter hair since it was so well received. I was a bit surprised but happy at the genuine compliments I received. One person seemed almost excited about it. Whatever, but the lesson is keep my hair this length.
So other news. I've always got along well with my parents, but they still surprise me when things go off better than expected. Case in point, as I've been figuring out housing next year, different opportunities have come up off campus. The primary one is renting from one of my friends whose parents bought them a house. Problem is, this friend is a girl. Even though we're just friends and only ever will be just friends, I was not overly confident that my parents would be okay with this. I thought up a good argument and thought I could have a chance at convincing them. I talked to them about it tonight on Skype, and... they surprisingly took very little convincing and were pretty cool with it from the get go. How about that. They trust me. Until next time, have fun, live life, and don't die. Good night folks.