A poem for the walking dead...I mean, college students.

It's 1 am on saturday night,
sitting here cozied up tight.
Shouldn't I be out having a ball?
Instead I'm in here having a homework brawl.
Working hard on my mountain of crap,
my laptops beginning to burn my lap.
No wonder we all look like slobs,
we sit for hours and turn into blobs.
UT owns my thoughts they're no longer mine,
I have also lost all concept of time.
Please God, help me through these treacherous days,
I am smothering in an awful homework haze.
This french, math, and lit are causing me strife,
please dear Lord...I need back my life.
I ask that you take this homework away,
oh...whats that?...Fall break is Wednesday?
Hallelujah in heaven and glory be!
Only a few more days till I can be free!
Well, I am closing my book now and going to bed.
Maybe soon, I won't resemble the walking dead.

Stop lights, wishbones, backbones, and sleazy pop stars.

Today as I was sitting at a red light when the person in front of me tapped the car in front of them. Next thing, I knew this lady was getting out of the car flailing her arms and shaking her head at the man in the car that bumped her. I could see her mouthing something like "hell nah...etc." Needless to say the lady's car was completely fine, and she was getting her panties in a wad for no reason. Not to mention, she looked like a flailing fool in the middle of the high way.
I began to think what I would have done in this situation. 
I would have probably gotten out, and been super concerned about the person rather than the car. I would have felt guilty for this poor soul that happened to be distracted for one reason or another. Even if it did scratch my paint a little bit, I probably would have let it go. Which is how it should be. Unfortunately, when there's bigger wrecks (metaphorically speaking) in my life I do the same thing. 
This is fine. I am nice. I will continue to be sugar and spice and everything nice just as I was taught to be. 
What isn't fine is that I am always nice. Sometimes I want to get my panties in a wad for something that is important to me. Sometimes I should flail about for something I am passionate about. Sometimes I should stand up and say "hell nah.." to things!
I mean even if that lady looked a little nutzo at least she let that guy know that she was passionate about her car that she probably saved up a long time for. 


Not only am I too nice, I always wish for everything to change so I don't have to. I wish the world was a safer and nicer place. I wish that disney was reality " I wish we could all get along like we used to in middle school... I wish I could bake a cake filled with rainbows and smiles and everyone would eat it and be happy..." (Where are all my Mean Girls fans?)
Ok ok...so that's a little bit extreme but I DO wish a lot, and I am tired of it. I am sick of only wishing that I could stand up to the critical bullies, the complainers, the negative nancys, the ungrateful nincompoops, and the selfish idiots. 

Elizabeth Gilbert said in Eat, Pray, Love "Stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone ought to be..." and this is exactly my new goal. I will no longer only wish to stand up to those ninny's listed above, but I will do it. I will no longer hold back my thoughts, passions, and opinons for the sake of being nice.
You may think I am crazy...and you are probably right. But you may think I am even more crazy when I say that my inspiration for this goal is Ke$ha. Yes, the sleazy glittery pop star is who I am referring to. Why, you ask? In case you are worrying, I want to let you know I have no intention of becoming a trashy drunken mess. However, I do want to be like Ke$ha in the fact that she does and says what she wants to do and say... exactly when she wants to do and say it.
I aspire to be like her. Once again, not in the having no morals way ( even though, at times it seems like not having any morals would be much easier) but the being tough, passionate, and independent kind of way.
Oh, and wearing glitter all the time wouldn't be horrible either. ;)

Truth is, we are all a bit mad. Especially me.

If you are looking for this first post to tell you exactly what this blog will be about so you can see if you will be interested in returning, I'm sorry to let you down. I guess you are going to have to just come back and see...because I don't even know the direction I am taking this.

However, I did name my blog Logically Ludicrous for a reason and it might be an overarching theme throughout. The reason? Well I would like to think of myself as a logical girl--meaning I pretty much try to look at things from an objective and logical perspective at all times (note: this doesn't always work). I am also ludicrous because I am super extreme and silly. I throughly enjoy being crazy, dramatic, and goofy! I am pretty much a walking contradiction. I speak and think logically, but I act ludicrously (is that even a word?). 

But... The cool thing about a blog is that it doesn't matter if your thoughts are logical or ludicrous because they are no one else's thoughts but your own.  You can think or write whatever you'd like. You can contradict yourself, be extreme, vent, praise, or philosophize as much as you'd like. You can express any idea, feeling, truth, theory, or concept without it being changed. Unlike wikipedia, it can not be edited by anyone. A blog is like a diary but better. I know as a kid I could never do the whole diary thing. Why? Well, I am a bit ADD and I could not manage to keep up with it. Also, a diary is supposed to be a secret collections of thoughts and feelings...but I didn't want it to be secret. That was no fun. So I would always strategically leave my diary open hoping someone would pick it up and be interested in what I wrote. I did a ludicrous thing so someone would read my logical thoughts.

I am pretty much the same person today. Therefore blogging is perfect for me. Unlike a diary, I don't have to write everyday. Also, having online collection of thoughts and feelings might give me a bigger demographic than just my parents and my brother (well, maybe). 

I will be logical. I will be ludicrous. I will confuse you and myself. 

This will be fun.