Copilots & Homies

Two more days and it's Halloween. Technically, less than 48 hours until the day of over-sexed Little Red Riding Hoods and Greek togas make an entrance on every college party across the continental US. Except at Bob Jones University. Maybe. I don't know.   Let the times of free bonbons commence!  And we are this much closer to Christmas. And you know what that means....MONTH LONG HARRY POTTER MARATHON ON ABC FAMILY!!! Oh, ja! We get to see him with Professor Quirrell and when Hagrid turns his whole world upside down with, "You're a wizard, Harry". We'll relive our first stroll down Diagonal Alley; we'll see Hermione when she had frizzy hair and Ron when he still had Scabbers and we'll revisit the life, and death, of Sirius and witness as Harry got into the TriWizard Tournament and see Viktor Krum, and Cedric (oh how my heart beats for pre-Edward Rob Pattinson) and meet Tom Marvolo Riddle and meet Draco and Snape and McGonagall and and and AND!!!  And ca...

I always thought that teacher was a dumbass; we would always find discrepancies in his tests, in his workings on the whiteboard, in his sense of style. But it wasn't until I took a Children's Studies and a Globalization class that I saw what he was getting at. Though his story was a bit...a bit something, he did have a point to it. Children are brave. Children are resilient. Children can go through a life filled with so much pain and injustice that some adults can't even handle. They are targets for child solders, sex slaves, victims and casualties of war and poverty, subjects to lives with so much lack in love, support and respect it is heart-breaking. My class, and myself, nearly crucified our poor teacher when he said babies were brave, more so than officers and marines and the Rock. Because babies are STUPID, therefore babies can't be brave. But isn't that just what bravery is? Being stupid enough to do something no one in their right mind would do? I always u...

~A conversation with a teacher some time ago and went something like this~ Teacher : Who is the bravest person on this planet? Class : WTF Teacher : C'mon. When you think of bravery, who come to mind? King Arthur? Who would do something you would never do? Class : [tentatively]"...police?" Teacher : No. Next. Class : Firefighters. FBI. Teacher : Seriously? Nope. Class :[conversation is gaining momentum]"President." "No idiot, Marines." "Nah, Steve-O. "Police officers?" "We already said that." "My dad." Teacher : Nope, nada, no, no, I don't know your dad so no. All wrong. Class : It's a trick question. Teachers are brave, right? For dealing with us? Teacher : Well...no. Class : [continues to pester with suggestions because it was either this pointless conversation or math] Teacher : All good guesses, but no. You know who really are the bravest people on this planet? Babies. [nonchalantly starts loo...

This has been such a glorious week, has it not? Despite my sinking grades, my complete lack of direction in life and my gloomy AF looking future, it has been a week of reawakening for my blasè playlists. Troye Sivan released his final video to complete his Blue Neighborhood trilogy with "TALK ME DOWN" as did Florence+Machine with part 6 (yasssss homie, SIX freakin' parts) of her Odyssey with "Delilah", both of which were so honest and rich and just goddamn sad (the latter I have to concur with one YouTuber's comment about it being a little American Horror story-ish). And to round off the Holy Trinity, Triple Threat, Three-Strike team, the Honourable Adele dropped her "Hello" single, which is now at 19+million in less that 24 hours. So excuse me as I board the feels bus because it's 1AM, my body is reacting to that large mocha frappe I had, I just finished pulling a paper about nuclear proliferation and it being a better method of mitigation tha...

                                             [Courtesy of Vortexeffect.com] Currently taking a liberal studies class about children and their environment. One topic we discussed were these special places. Of course, I thought that this meant MadTV Stewart's special place. Alas, that was not the case. Our study was pulled mainly from David Soebl's research of forts. To surmise, Soebl's conducted a study of children's so-called special places in two regions: the more advanced, and somewhat rural, Devon, England and the underdeveloped, remote Carriacou. What he found was that, despite the differences geographically, adolescents behaved similarly in regards that they all seemed to find these places within their comfort zone where they can, unsupervised, be children. And within that area, they essentially learn how to become adults. Children in England found shrubs, a cubby hole...

Prepare to have your soul revitalized this November 20th. The ever talented Lady Adele is making her comeback with a new album, 25. And today she released a music video for her track, "Hello". And it. Was. GLORIOUS. Nine hours after its upload and the views were 2 million and counting. So I'm just gonna go bust a nine hour shift, come home and check how that 2 mill will sky rocket to 20 mill. So enjoy your time now before Adele starts taking over your iTunes chart, your Spotify playlists, your local radio stations and everything else until she slowly but surely consumes your life and your very being. God Save the Queen!  https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=YQHsXMglC9A

May contain spoilers. You have been warned. So don't come bitchin' to me bout how you weren't ready.  It's midterm season, which means instead of studying like any other motivated-to-succeed-and-overachieve college kid, I'm binge watching new shows. And I happened to stumble across a quirky one (shoutout to the homie, Amazon): Red Oaks. Set in the ritzy Red Oaks country club in Jersey, and led by the adorable Daniel, we follow his adventures during summer working as an assistant tennis coach. He's got the douche-y, and yet understandably so, club president Mr. Getty, to impress; his pothead turned Coke dealer best friend trying to win over the girl of his dreams; a closet lesbian mom and an overweight dad who is one kebab from keeling over and croaking; an amusing and get-rich-quick scheming boss; a straying inspiring model girlfriend enthralled by a dickhead Rolling Stones wannabe photographer, played by the perfectly creepy Josh Meyers (remember that MADTv foo...

We've made a trip from SoCal to chilly San Francisco for a funeral. Which means the car is packed with unnecessary shit and processed junk food: from textbooks and ideas that this mini vacation will actually inspire us to do any class readings to donuts and half eaten bags of Cheetos from the truck stop off the 101. And now, donning shorts, unwisely assuming that San Fran would be as so kind to mirror San Diego weathers, I am bravely weathering the cold. Anything less than the cool 70s I have been spoiled with is deemed freezing.  But this will not deter my experiencing what SF has to offer. And, of course, for paying my respects to a dear uncle.  Note: The above was written shortly after arriving in South San Francisco and since then, shit has happened. So the following is based on true events.  Three days. That was all it took to experience the joy in traveling and the horror in traveling with family. As my poor iPad is dying, I'll just list what happened instead. ...

I don't know if it's a motherly instinct or a nervous tick or a just an eagerness to be overly accommodating, but I noticed many Polys are guilty of this. The constant, "Are you doing okay; are your feet cramped; you sure they're not cramped; scoot your seat back so your legs don't cramp up; are your legs numb; go ahead and scoot back" all in the span of fifteen minutes. Or my favorite: "Do you want anything to eat" followed up by "Want a water? Some chips?" two minutes later, then a curious, "I've got gum. Oh, and a bag of sunflower seeds" proceeding the "If you don't want water, I've got Voss [-_-]" and hopefully ending there with a "I've got some pizza. Take a piece".  Polys are pros at this game. You cannot be any more sickeningly hospitable than Polynesians and, excuse the name dropping, I happen to know a hall of famer in the league: my mom. Love her to death, but road trips are the bane o...

We are all George Sandersons at one point in time. My tweet for the night. 

Not all heroes wear capes. Some of them are behind the lens, rewriting scripts, dating Gywenyth Paltrow. But all heroes nonetheless. So this is a shoutout to the greatest duo since Hall & Oates;  Sonny and Cher; Dre and Snoop: Riri and Drake: Brad Falchuck and Ryan Murphy.  These are magnanimous times as these two Saints have blessed us with Glee and then American Horror Story and now Scream Queens. Where we not all there singing along to "Don't Stop Believing" in '09? Where we not more than pleasantly surprised with Asylum's "The Name Game"? Or laughing at disbelief at a show that held a candle light vigil for a fallen frat member to the lulling rhymes of Bone-Thugs-N-Harmony's "Crossroads"? They have introduced us to the greatest characters in tv history, ones we lo pave to hate, others we hate to love, and everyone in between. We were blessed with the Virgin Mary in Sara Paulson. We have been anointed with the Holy Spirit by Evan Pet...

For the past four months my ears have been a slave to 2014 Forest Hills. More specifically, No Role Modelz. If you have not had the J.Cole experience, shame on you (fool me twice can't put the blame on you). I will patiently wait as you click on that little YouTube app, type in J. Cole and look at all the live shows. The hyped ones in London, the turnt (you cannot believe how long it took auto correct to leave this word alone and no, I don't mean turntable) crowd rapping back to him in Salt Lake City, the stories behind his songs, the way he says, "Put one finger in the air" and you find yourself doing the same while lying in bed. It. Is. Powerful. There are few songs that can just linger in your life without having you lose interest after the hundredth time on repeat. And No Role Modelz is an example as it is currently blasting in my earbuds for the 985th time as I'm tying. Four months, four different headphones, same playlist. And yet, every time that beat d...