WEEK OF TOURTURE: Part II - My Response to Casey's Response

Ok, so I'm glad everyone thinks my getting grounded is SOOO humerous. No, really, very funny. I have absolutely nothing else to do anyway besides school and debate so it doesn't matter [tear, sigh]. You know there's a problem with the balance of the universe when Casey grounds me and the following people agree it is necessary and warranted:

1. My debate partner
2. A few of my friends
3. My debate coach
4. My PARENTS!!! [Thanx mom, take HIS side why don't you..I'm your daughter! sheesh.]

Oh the humanity!! So, I'd like to publish a response, DB8 style...Off the statement that I give Casey gray hair:

1. The only thing that gives Casey gray hair is the fright he gets EVERY TIME DR. DILLMAN CALLS HIM OUT FOR SLEEPING IN CLASS.
2. Casey, if anyone gives anyone gray hair in this relationship, I think you've got it backwards: Exhibit A: The time I had to study with you for like SIX HOURS so you'd get a good grade in American Presidency. Exhibit B: [It's 3:00 am] "My dear Elizabeth, I need help AGAIN. What's the present tense for 'I am hungry' in Spanish? How do you conjugate 'estar'? I don't know any of the answers!!!" [I think I should get MORE sympathy points for that because after like weeks of harassing me for help with your Spanish YOU DROPPED THE CLASS.]
3. I have more stories of you giving me gray hair, and earning "jerk" points at the same time, but you wouldn't want them subject to public scrutiny. [Now, at this point, some of you may say I'm being a bit unfair to our good friend Mr. Bingham. But remember friends, HE STOLE MY iPod! End of story.]

Off the statement where Casey says he thinks it's FUNNY to say patriarichal statements [to me]:

1. Oh really, keep it up and see how far it gets you...
2. Jesus is not a patriarch...
3. I'm not sure that's part of the "chivalry" statements in the FRAT credo
4. Dehumanization Is the Most Destructive Force In the Round: It's the Fifth Horseman of the Apocalypse - VOTE HIM DOWN -Ashley Montagu and Floyd Matson, author and editor, prof. of American Studies, Univ. of Hawaii, THE DEHUMANIZATION OF MAN, 1983, p. xi

It neither kills outright nor inflicts apparent physical harm, yet the extent of its destructive toll is already greater than that of any war, plague, famine, or natural calamity on record -- and its potential damage to the quality of human life and the fabric of civilized society is beyond calculation. For that reason this sickness of the soul might well be called the "Fifth Horseman of the Apocalypse." It's more conventional name, of course, is dehumanization.

Now judge, when you are weighing impacts at the bottom of the round, remember my #3 off his #1: HE STOLE MY iPod...humph. Vote Neg [me].

Casey's Response to My "Small Dillema" and No Sympathy for Lizz's Illness (She is GROUNDED!!!)

Well, Lizz hit the nail right on the head when she said that there are only two things in my life.

1. Sleep (which ammounts to 49.5% of my life)
2. Crisis (which takes up the rest of the 50.5% of my life)

Yes, since I have been spending many dear sweet hours with this the Great Elizabeth Alvarez, I have found myself in interesting yet small dillemas this wonderful semester of my Sophomore year here at ACU. This weekend in particular is just filled with crisis after crisis. First, as I proceed to go to Colorado City, Texas for the ever so wonderful FRAT Trip to the state park, I reach my destination to find that it is no longer available for access. This makes me freak out and pull out half of my hair, which does not give me any kind of bald spot at all, it just makes my hair ever so slightly thinner. After an hour and a half of brutal frustration that is only brought upon bu myself, Brother Limbaugh shows up with the rest of the gang to let me into the park.

This however is not the highlight of my excitement. On Sunday of this fantabulous weekend, my pants are greeted by the wonderful sound of Stars and Stripes Forever, which could only be one of two people: Missy Mae Walters or my spifilicious friend Elizabeth Alvarez (the one that has left several of my hairs a lovely shade of grey this semester) and on this wonderful evening, there is no exception.

After Nine o' Clock service, proceed to return to my dorm (after long conversations with friends and walking back in the rain from Gardner), then I recieve the call of DOOM!!! I assumed that Lizz would be asking me for the keys to the SA Office because she gave them to me to lock up after the Sophomore Senators were meeting to select our Sing Song Director. However, I also come to the realization of whom I am speaking to. It had come to my attention that Lizz was walking in the COLD and RAINING weather of Abilene. I become most upset with Elizabeth for she frequently complains about the cold in Abilene (even when it is 75 degrees outside). Remembering that Elizabeth is from McAllen, Texas (where the concept of cold and wet are not to be used in the same sentence according to the people of McAllen) she is probably freezing to death.

She tells me that she is at the Administration building, and I tell her to walk to someplace warm. She then proceeds to tell me that she can make it to Edwards. I reluctantly agree. When she arrived at Edwards lobby, she was cold, wet, and freezing by all measure. At this point, I am most upset with her for willingly putting herself into such a position where she would freeze to death. I tell her to stay right were she was for me to grab my coat and keys. I then take her back to her appartment where I tell her that I am most upset with her and shouting patriarchial comments to her [ and by patriarchical i mean comments that start with "woman!!" and end with things like "and i'm minding my own business in my room and you go scurrying off outside alone without so much as a phone call! This is unacceptable!"]. I am enjoying every minute of it because she knows I'm upset with her and she probably deserved a few of them. She thought that she could put all the blame on me by contacting my Grandbrother in Club, Jeremy Gordon, but I managed to get a hold of him first. I leave a message, but he calls me back while I am doing laundry. He then gives me the idea of grounding her, so then she calls me back, and I proceed to punish her. She then tells me who she was with: Jeremy Pond (the Mabee Representative). After I get off the phone with Lizz, I call Mr. Pond and proceed to tell him that walking with a lady (who is from McAllen) in the COLD RAIN is not appropriate for a gentleman to do. After letting Jeremy off with a stern warning, I hang up the phone and proceed to go to sleep. The moral of this story is that Elizabeth is not to be out in the freezing cold or I get to ground her!!! HEHEHEHEHE!!! I am having fun, and so will Josh Massingill this weekend as he gets to be my enforcer while she is in Minnesota. She is grounded from the following:

1. No iPOD
2. No being out in the cold
3. No Law and Order
4. No Smallville (oh wait, that only applies to me)
5. No shows on the recently recieved Warner Brothers Network
6. No CNN, MSNBC, CBS (also known as UBS News thanks to Dan Rather) only Fox News
7. No Candy (which means no Skittles) only pepperments are allowed for her sickness
8. No Tacos (toooooo bad!!!)
9. No other events except to see Michael Reagan and Debate Lab (only because of the Tournament and the fact that the son of Ronald Reagan never comes to Abilene)

If there is anything else that one feels that Lizz should be grounded from (perhaps you can fill me in Mr. Alvarez) please post in this blog.

Ciao

Guest Author Casey Bingham

WEEK OF TORTURE: Part I - The Week In Review

Well, it has finally come, the week I haven't wanted to mess with and have been dreading for like six weeks. So, let's refer to it as WEEK OF TORTURE!!! For now, we'll just do the Week in Review...


Monday

• Social Research Test: 8:00 am
• Macro-Economics Test: 9:00 am [money and banking unit - am I lost? Um, yah]
• Work: 12 -4
• Publish the Docket
• Mail off Law School Applications
• Pay Electricity Bill
• Mail off USA Today Application
• Soccer Practice
• Cabinet Meeting
• Practice for Water aerobics Project
• LYNAY 4-6 [mus'nt forget about LYNAY]

Tuesday

• 5:30-8:00 AM: DEBATE LAB
• 8:00 AM, American Presidency: PAPER DUE - 10-12 PAGES on the Emergency War Powers of the President...I don't want to talk about it
• Social Psychology: apparently, when I posted our SGA from my tournament in Houston at a computer of U of H, IT DIDN'T GO THROUGH TO THE DROP BOX...I'm in trouble
• Constitutional Law: I think it's my turn for the rolling bolder...snaps...and a half
• Water Aerobics: 'nuff said
• Debate Lab: Also, 'nuff said
• 6:30: MICHAEL REAGAN...the highlight of my week...

Wednesday

• 5:30-8:00 AM: DEBATE LAB
• Boring class like things...business as usual
• Work 12-5
• Constituent Relations Meeting
• Questions for the Study Abroad Dude [yah, Kevin...]
• SA MEETING...humph [if you're in Congress...I still love you and stuff...]
• Church: 7-8 [Finally, something good]
• 9:30 - 11:30 PM: DEBATE LAB

Thursday

• Turn in final paper for Honors Capstone
• 4:00-6:30 PM: DEBATE LAB
• PACK...ahahahahahahahahahahah

Friday

• UM...MINNESOTA!!! [THIS BETTER NOT SUCK]

Uplifting

A very sweet freshman just asked me who my favorite Christian artist is. I'm not sure really, although FFH and Rebecca St. James are up there right next to ZOE praise music. But I can tell you, Chris Rice is probably it. The poetry in his songs makes my heart sing.



Belong
by Chris Rice
Album: Smell the Color 9

Fading memories ignored
I crawl across the forest floor
Pool reflects an orphan child
Dirty, lost, alone and wild
Fatherless and nameless still
Fallen heart and broken, will
there ever be a place where I belong
I cower ‘neath the monster trees
And try to stand on tired feet
But gravity knocks me to the ground
Where I give up, and tears roll down
I claw the dust and beg the end
Curse the day that I began
to hope there’d be a place where I belong
I hear a sound I recognize
You lift my chin and seek my eyes
Song of love You sing to me
I ache to sing it back to Thee
"Father Love prepares a place
Brother Jesus leads the way
Follow to the place where you belong!"
How did I miss this wondrous song?
The forest sang it all along
"River rinses all your shame
Father offers you His name
Father Love prepares a home
Brother Jesus leads you on
Follow to the place where you belong!"
"Father Love prepares a place
Brother Jesus leads the way
Follow to the place where you belong
Follow to the place where you belong!"

You Have to Read This!

I just felt like being funny today...so I looked up my favorite article on SatireWire.com.
It's so funny...

Moving, Isn't It?

President Lyndon B. Johnson's Address to Congress on the Importance of Passing the Voting Rights Act of 1965

March 15, 1965

"Many of the issues of civil rights are very complex and most difficult. But about this there can and should be no argument. Every American citizen must have an equal right to vote. There is no reason which can excuse the denial of that right. There is no duty which weighs more heavily on us that the duty we have to ensure that right.

Yet the harsh fact is that in many places in this country men and women are kept from voting simply because they are Negroes.

Every device of which human ingenuity is capable has been used to deny this right. The Negro citizen may go to register only to be told that the day is wrong, or the hour is late, or the official in charge is absent. And if he persists and if he manages to present himself to the registrar, he may be disqualified because he did not spell out his middle name or because he abbreviated a word on the application. And if he manages to fill out an application, he is given a test. The registrar is the sole judge of whether he passes this test. He may be asked to recite the entire constitution, or explain the most complex provisions of state laws. And even a college degree cannot be used to prove that he can read and write.

For the fact is that the only way to pass these barriers is to show a white skin....

This time, on this issue, there must be no delay, or no hesitation or no compromise with our purpose.

We cannot, we must not refuse to protect the right of every American to vote in every election that he may desire to participate in. And we ought not, we must not wait another eight months before we get a bill. We have already watied a hundred years andmore and the time for waiting is gone....

As a man whose roots go deeply into Southern soil I know how agonizing racial feelins are. I know how difficult it is to reshape the attitudes and the structure of our society.

But a century has passed, more than a hundred years, since the Negro was freed. And he is not fully free tonight.

It was more than a hundred years ago that Abraham Lincoln, the great President of the Northern party, signed the Emancipation Proclamation, but emancipation is a proclamation and not a fact.

And Another Day In Abilene...Joy Joy Rapture Rapture

I hear confession is good for the soul, so we'll start off with one of those this morning: when I woke up @ 7:30 this morning, I discovered something: IT WAS TOO COLD FOR CHURCH. I just couldn't do it. I hope God can forgive me...

Well, it's off to the drudges today, I've got to buckle down and finish all my junk which, unfortunately, I was not able to work on at all yesterday due to the fact that I AM INCAPABLE OF FINDING A WAY TO BE LEFT ALONE. Oh well...I'm sure you all want to hear the story, so here we go... It all started when I [big mistake] called one of my Freshman who was judging at the Abilene Cooper Camelot Classic this weekend to see if everything was going allright and if they had enough judges. Bad move Elizabeth...boy I hate having conscious. Well, I was told they needed a judge for 2:30 outrounds of debate so James and I headed on over. Unfortunately for us, we were unable to head on back until about, oh I don't know, 10:00 or so. Shame shame shame. I did get to see a really tight Neg. Strat commin' out of Flower Mound though...way to bust out ANOTHER Consult Russia CP y'all.

Oh well. It's cold as crud up here and I'm freezing. The newtword @ UP is down, YET AGAIN. You'd think for what I pay to live there they could keep the internet up and fix my bathroom. At least I have heat now. I'm so tired of it being cold...sick and tired. I had to walk over here b/c my brother is out trapsing around in my car again [with a torn ACL mind you, so I am not even sure he should be trapsing around AT ALL]. To get here I'm wearing:

• Windpants [fleece lined]
• Regular Socks
• Soccer Socks
• Shoes
• a cami
• tank top
• two t-shirts
• sweatshirt
• fleece-lined hooded raincoat
• gloves [which now have holes]

This sux.

Which kind of weather is your favorite?
	I'm insane and I like snow and cold and all that jazz.
	I'm a big fan of the beach, warmth, and general awesomeness.
	I think early spring rules...warm with a breeze...but not too warm.
	I kinda like fall: a little cool and crisp...pretty colors. Yah.
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