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I have decided to catch the blogging bug and create my own space so everyone can read what goes on inside of this demented mind that I call my own. So a bit about me.....umm my name is Shauna, I'm twenty-one years old. I'm majoring in Anthropology and Sociology with a minor in Relgion and possible another minor in Criminal Justice if I become motivated to take an extra class here at Hamline University in St. Paul Minnesota. What this all means right now is that I have no clue what I want to be when I grow up so I pretty much not deciding on anything specific. I was raised in a small town in Idaho called Emmett. I'll just say Emmett was an experience that taught me who I want to be and helped to establish goals for my life. As of now I'm living in an apartment in St. Paul, Minnesota with some friends of mine that I met at Hamline. For kicks and giggles I play soccer and am now exploring lacrosse here at Hamline and the Twin Cities. I keep myself busy by reading as much as I am capible, working, exercising on the occassion, basically being a full time student during the school year and a bum the rest of year or whenever I get the opportunity.


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Monday, September 05, 2005
america lately
   So does anyone else think America is going to shit? So we have this monsterous hurricane that we can see is going to hit our shores, yet we wait and see what will happen only to decided that the south needs extreme help several days later.  Then a Supreme court justice dies and the government is on the ball early to push a new successor.  In the first situation we stare at the fist fist coming straight at our eye only to duck after we have recieved the hit and have fallen.  But in the second we stand with a shiny new shield ready to block the blow that we also see coming in the near future to ensure the corrent political lineup.  This is a dangerous game that is being played here with more on the line than saving face in front of national television. 
   The other thing that I find particularly appaling is that every single one of the pictures that have been flooding, (no pun intended) our newspapers, magazines, and other media outlets show a certain type of image.  The stance that the media seems to portraying is that of black people, in extreme anguish, tearfuly clutching loved ones or personal objects while tears streem down their face.  The are essentially creating the "distant other" out of our own American citizens.  I hate this.  The media is showing the south in a foggy light that it's different, it's crazy, and that it's less than equal to that of the more "civilized north" or even more hurricane adapted Florida.  The images that media is choosing to send out to the puclic are reminesent of the ones that are plastered across the world when a new tribal warfare breaks out in Africa.  It is a very diliberate act to chose image to give tot hte national puclic, and the images that are coming out of this are diliberately displaying what it feels America and the world should be getting out of this desaster.
   I wonder is this image that American media is showing an attempt to gain more outrage at the delayed aid response, or is a image meant to show that America really isn't that different from other countries, or is it an attempt and showing the racial ineqaulities that still exist. It's a strong statement that's being sent out to the world, and I'm sure that the few ideas of what is being portrayed are just the tip of what really is going on in the media's mind. 

Posted at 04:09 pm by Shauna
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Thursday, August 18, 2005
waiting
   I must confess I have been a bad blogger.  I'm sorry to all of those who look forward to keeping up on my various ramblings.  While I'm at it I have also been horrible at checking my email this summer. I am usually addicted to checking it but not so much as of late.  Hmm so what I have I been up to this summer....work....work...maybe a little fun here and there.  I'm still working at the library and playing soccer once a week.  My whole goal this summer has been to be laid back, not care about anything really, enjoy drinking on outdoor patios, read ten books, and basically live life how I choose.  It's gone well so far.  I completed my ten books two weeks ago. I have drank probally too much at various bars that have decks.  Everything has been good. 
   I think that as my summer has progressed the realization that I am a senior has sunk in.  Its been a strange realization for me and I don't know what to do with myself.  Its odd to think that a year from now I will be out of school, and stranger still to think that as of right now I don't have plans for what I'll be doing after graduation.  This drives me a little crazy every now, its not like me to not be planning ahead for these big life changes.  When I went away to college, I had been planning that for four years, and serious evaluating what I wanted for two.  Maybe I'm waiting for something, what that may be I don' t know, but I'm in this limbo from which I can go any which way.  I like that option, I'm not ready to be stuck in something that will tie me down for too long.  I feel the itch to do something big, remarkable, life changing, but do I know what that something is...no.  I'm positive I want my life to mean something, for me to do something greater than myself. 
   I'm applying for an archaeology internship at the Science Museum of Minnesota maybe that will give me direction, if I can get it.  I'm nervous that I won't but at the same time as over confident as it may sound, I have never been turned down from something like this.  I'm worried not so much about not being qualified becuase they can take me as I am I can't do much about it, but I'm worried about the rejection.  It's a dumb reason but failure scares me more than anything else.  Somewhere in the back of my mind by me not getting the internship it tells me I'm failing at what I'm doing.  Its bad rational but I can't help but think it. 

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Tuesday, August 09, 2005
Forgive my sarcasim

   A recent essay written at work concerning how democracy in america should change:

     In my aptly attuned mind, the most beneficial endeavor would to abolish the archaic sense of democracy that has for too long oppressed the American people, and establish a new form of government to be ruled with the iron fist of commerce.         

      The first step to begin this grueling process would to overthrowing and conquer the small outlining rural communities that feed the metropolises of America.   In this first step the major tactic would be seek and destroy the simple minded fools and bring them under one common ruler, to be named at a later date.  Once these small tributaries of the massive American democracy river have been diverted into a manageable canal system the next phase would begin.  
   
After the weaker communities have been broken a new form of mass transit must be forged to provide proper access to the mega-cities of America.  Through this mass transit system, to be named at a later date, the hordes of mangle bodies can easily be disposed of once the cities are liberated from the stifling heat of democracy.
   The campaign, to be named later, will begin in the western portion of the states, where people are truly fools who will believe that this new democracy will free them from the oppression that that eastern states place on them.  The major advantage beginning in the west other than an easy win, would be a place to hide the mangled bodies mentioned in the previous paragraph.  The diseases that the masses will cause may become a problem so to ensure that the new democracy will begin on a disease free foot will to liberate the cities then send the mangled bodies to the western forests where upon they will be incinerated from the forest fires that will consume most states.
  
     In the second phase of the new democracy plan the cities must be dealt with.  Through astute leadership and cunning like no other, the cities will slowly fall in a timely manner.  There will no longer be the food supply from the rural outpost, nor will there be generous gifts from the scorned neighboring countries.  The cities have already laid out a road map to their destruction that will take a few plunges into the hearts of cities to ensure that they will collapse like the dogs they are. 

      Of course there will be problems that will be encountered along the way, but they will be only minor setbacks to the overall plan.  In fact these bumps will only prove just how outdated the current American democracy system is.  There will likely be uprisings from lower ranking officials within the new campaign but as soon as one shows his or her ugly head it will be chopped off with several swift thwacks from a rusty blade.  This will establish precedence for others to follow should there be problems at a later date in the new democracy. 

   After the cities topple in all the hideous splendor and the rural folk have realized that they are now the slaves to the new democracy, the true work will begin.  It is at this time when peace will rain down upon the land like never before.  Everyone will be brothers and sisters in the eyes of new democracy for there will be so very few left after this peace is gained that everyone will in fact be related within a few hundred years.  As you might be able to guess this will lead to a whole new set of problems that will be solved at a later date.    The bloodshed will be great, the loss of life stupendous, and the payoffs imaginable, but these are the steps that must be taken to eradicate the infectious democracy of today.


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Tuesday, July 05, 2005
crossword cheater
   The funny things you find out when cheating on crosswords can either make your day much more enjoyable or in fact loose you stomach.  Today while I was attempting to to the daily crossword I ran across the hint salami type with five letters.  Now me not really being the conosouir of salami, since
I find it dreadful and disgusting with few exceptions, I felt that I had a right to cheat and look on the internet for some added help.  I should have known better.  Salami is not something you want to  research or even really look up.  After google searching "types of salami" I received several hits regaurding the composition of salami, the process of making salami, and other various sorts of disgusting salami facts but I still have not found out what this five letter word is.  My typical searching patterns typicall involve extensive time spent obtaining the random useless info that I had just heard about.  This search will likely end with this post, largely in part because I feel a little queezy just thinking about how gross salami is.  So my word of advise is this, if you want to cheat in crosswords just stick to the typical dictionary, friend, or TV website and you should be fine.  I advise against searching out any sort of processed meat product becuase it is likely that you too will feel as though vegetarianism is the way to go!.....Also if anyone knows the answer let me know!

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Saturday, June 25, 2005
Time Passes
   It's always said that college is a time of changes, for growth, for reflection.  All of those wise old sayings that are given to you when you freak out about leaving home for the big bad world experience.  I think that I have grown since leaving Idaho and coming to Hamline for school.  I believe that my world view is much larger than it was, that the value I place on the little things has gown exponentially, that friendship is intangible and somewhat mystifying, and that I believe that you must leave a comfort zone in order to grow as a person. 
   The thing that you aren't prepared for and that no one really discuses is that after you leave for college, or leave period, the hard part is when everyone starts leaving you.  As a freshman I began to make friends pretty rapidly especially since I was playing soccer and many of my friends were a year or two older than I was.  Those first few friends multipled and by the time I was a junior I had many friends who were seniors as well as several younger ones that I had made through the three years at Hamline.  What is weird about this is that all the words of wisdom about friendships and leaving that I was recieving as a high school senior who was going on to college don't really apply in the same way as saying goodbye to the friends you make in college. 
   It's a strange experience to leave friends that you have had since you were a small child but also comforting in that you know that there will always be a connection there just because you grew up together.  There is a history that is attached to childhood friends that often lacks in friendships that come along later in life.  After a few years of being away you get to realize the friendships that will always be there and at the same time acknowledge that others will forever be friendships in the past that weren't ended because of hurt feelings but rather because that friendship had run its course in life.  Its not to say that these friendships will never reform but its also likely that if they do it will be completely different than before. 
   I think college friendships may be a sort of matrix between lasting friendship and history friendships.  The experiences that you have and share during your college years are some of the most unique, and like everyone says life changing.  It only makes sense that these experiences that you share with your friends will effect not only what you do but also how your friendships evolve.  In much the same way that childhood friendships will be a part of what type of adult you become, the college years friendships influence the type of person you become.  They each have a time in life and impact the individuals whole way of being, whether that be good or bad. 
   Telling my college friends goodbye is a very bittersweet experience.  I treasure and greatly value what I have found in Minnesota but its sad to think of what will become of these friendships.  Its different than high school.  There are now bigger plans at work for my friends future, things like families, careers, traveling. I hope that the friendships will remain, changing and evolving in the same way that I am.  But I am realistic and know that all the friendships I have created won't be like this.  I'm sad and and somewhat dissappointed in myself to realize this, but also thankful for everything that I have learned from the people that have crossed my path. 

Posted at 01:15 pm by Shauna
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Tuesday, June 07, 2005
summer daze
   So it is back to the library for a summer of fun.  It is the second day back here at the Bush and we just got the best question asked of us, but first some background.  As some may know the library is not the most busy place during the summer, in fact some may call it more of the lines of a living hell at times, but that is just for the select few who claim this as their primary place of residence.  Well for the most part it stays pretty quiet in here except for the few people who check their email then leave or the occassional tour group.  Speaking of tour groups I think that one may have gone astay this morning.  You see being a tour guide is not too difficult your just talk your way through the campus, point out certain landmarks, and make small talk the whole time.  I was trained to be one but have never been too found of meaningless conversation or of really interacting with people so never really gave a tour.  It seems that over the last three years the campus has changed a bit and so has the tour since they seem to produce, I'll put it nicely, confused individuals.  You see the tour of Bush library and Bush Student Center used to be separate as far as I knew since they are completely separate places with completely separate functions, but I kinda feel that now they have become the same place for the tours or maybe just for the prospective students.  So after a little bit of my synical nature has been shown through the brief introduction, I will tell the story. 
   This lost looking young adult walks into the library today.  My four co-workers and I were all eating cheesecake at the time so we were only barely paying attention to what was going on but after the the guy walks past us for the second time we grew suspecious and ask him if he needs any help.  His response was this, "Ah yeah well I was looking for where your clothes are....." this is where we all stare without saying anything. He goes on to clarify "You know your clothing department."  After some more staring and a long moments worth of awkward silence I direct him over to the student center across the street.  This is the part that I figure he is some escapee from the tour that has mistakeningly stumbled upon the library and thinks that it is a place where we sell clothes.  Easy mistake right.....no I think not....

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Saturday, May 21, 2005
Tendencies to Ramble
   I have returned to Idaho, and so far it has lived up to my prediction that it will be a zoo.  But I will get to that in a moment.  First the plane ride.  I first flew from Minnesota to Phoenix and then to Boise but on the first flight, just as I was thinking that my flight would be uninhibited by some annoying passagenger asking me questions like how's my love life, or some equally uncomfortable question, two teen/preteen boys sat down next to me.  By the way those uncomfortable questions should never be asked on a plane ride because you share a breathing space for the entire flight and if by chance what was said was offense, the oxygenated air becomes too thin and chances of a brawl greatly increase.  Simply put its a dangerous bargin to speak on a plane.  Back to the teen/preteen boys, and no that is not a Michael Jackson reference.  These two boys, who both were sporting cd player headphones and the players to go with them, sat down next me without speaking to one another, kinda odd by was fine because I don't particularily like young boys, in fact they just piss me off more and more.  So the ride proceeds I watch the Incredibles, I jump in my seat at one point in the movie which is a little attention grabbing, and proceed along in my flight with periodic leisure reading.  Towards the end of the flight it became obvious that the boys who had still not spoken to one another were in fact in some sort of brother fight that I just am not capible of understanding.  This fight was being manifested in them begining to hit/elbow one another.  Quite funny once I realized what was going on.  One would hit the other and then the other would elbow the first back, until they couldn't hit each other hard enough without drawing larger amounts of attention.  It was a funny game to watch!
   Ok so the zoo of my house right now is this.  Grandma is staked out in the second front room with no real space of her own, mom is staked out in whatever room grandma is not in and fretting all the time, dad plays the silent mediator that doesn't mediate well, the cat wants to hang out with me but as soon as I invite he in to hang out she politely turns and walks away, the chickens seem to be a rowdy bunch and will cause far more problems than they are worth, and finally a racoon lives in the front tree.  This is just the physical stuff with a dash of emotional thrown in.  If I scratch the surface I find out way too much and so for my second day here I have decided to not scratch as of yet.  But Echo I think that once I feel a little too brave for my own good and just a little masochistic, I will get the keys you have so kindly offered! Thanks again!
   Oh I forgot to tell the story of the racoon and how it has now added to Sully's zoo.  I said that today my nieces and I could hang out and they could spend the night.  They brought over the movie Racing Stripes set me down to watch it, proceeded to get me involved in it, then took off outside with my mom.  Not that the movie was great but I couldn't just end it without know what happened!  While outside they found sticks to play with, as all young children do.  (warning: next sentence can be read in a number of ways) Of course the best way to play with a dirty old stick is to stick it in unknown holes.  There is this maple tree in the front of house that is probally a fifty years old that has numerous openings in it where birds often nest.  Chelsey my older niece threw sticks into this one particularily large hole, but what became weird was when one of those sticks came back out.  She raced and told my mom that something threw out a stick that she had thrown in, and that she saw something that had red eyes and was black and white.  My mom just kinda humored them, and I did the same when they came in to tell me.  They convinced my dad that he sould go see what was in the hole so he found a long stick and went to the hole to satisfy the kids curiousity.  As he stuck it in something grabed it from him and took the stick.  I watched this happen and pretty sure dad wasn't expecting that reaction.  So being the good Idahoans we are, we got out the spot light to see what we could see.  Sure enough we are able to see that it was a racoon.  I think that the racoon kinda rounds out the zoo of home!

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