Another Paper about Genocide...which i should be writing right now

Now that exams have kind of died down, it's time to be focusing on something more important (this blog ha..ha).  No, actually some essays.  I have a Spanish one coming up, that should be interesting, but right now my focus is on another paper for another class that is due soon.  How does this paper pertain to my blog?  Well...it's about Genocide, something I now rarely discuss with people (out of frustration) but is of the upmost importance to me.  In particular, I will be focusing on the ongoing genocide in Darfur and the media's coverage of it (eighteen words down only about a thousand more to go!). 

The subject of Genocide is extremely important to me.  It is my topic when it comes to papers, essays, presentations, but more importantly, its rooted in my family history.  I grew up hearing the shocking stories of the Armenian Genocide and as i got older i grew a disgusted with the fact that i continued to exist.  Also, not to mention, Genocide is kind of like my "fall back" topic.  You know, the subject that we can write an essay on that no matter what kind of information we find, it will always, always, always, be of interest of us.  Maybe a better way to put it is passion.  Yeah, passion is a good word.  

I would much rather be theorizing why I choose the subjects that I choose but right now journalist/political commentator/author Walter Lippmann is calling my name.  He makes some excellent points and I prefer I him from that other guy (you know who you are, Dewey!).  

And I Think Its Gonna to be a Long Long Time

Well....it's been a long long time since I last posted.  I shouldn't even be on here right now.  I have exams this week and i should be studying/panicking for those.  I have studied but it seems like its not enough.  Is it ever enough? I mean can anybody be fully prepared?  The one i'm worried about is Spanish.  I feel like i know the material, but i don't.  Por ejemplo, no puedo decirlo off the top of mi cabeza, I need time to think.  If you ask me: "Catia, what are the negative informal commands of these verbs: _____, _______, and _______?" I need to take the time to write: no juegues, no digas, y no comas.  Thankfully the exam is not oral, because then who knows what language will come out of my mouth.  I don't speak Armenian fluently at all, but sometimes when I'm in Spanish class, some words just slip out.  Suddenly, "I like apples" is me gustan khensors.  And ¿qué quiere? becomes einch u ssez?<-- Please note that is not the correct spelling of "what do you want?" in Armenian.  Most of the Armenian on this blog is translated into English letters from what it actually sounds like.  

And don't get me started on counting in Spanish.  It's not completely in Spanish.  It's more like this: uno, dos, tres, chorse, hink, vets, yote, ute, eine, deiz!  That's Sparmenglish for you.

I think I'll stick to counting in English.  

Ojalá que escriba en el blog más a menudo.    

Ethical Dilemma

What do you do when you see a set of keys lying on the ground?  This was on a corner outside of my building.  I was walking right past but I stopped to pick them up and take them to the office.  Who knows if the owner even lives near by? Did I have to turn them in or should I just have left them there? Were they better off where they were? What if the owner goes back to that spot (because they know were they lost it)????  Ahh....I over analyze insignificant things. There wasn't anything important on the anyways.  There were more keychains than keys.  I recently lost my gloves at an HEB.  I went back in the afternoon and checked the lost and found.  There they were.  Sooooooooo maybe the person who lost the keys would have some sense to check the places around where they were to see if someone turned them in.  

Xmas is the time to give and reject gifts given

Well, la navidad is finally over, but work is still playing Christmas music over the speakers (and it is soooooooo annoying;  I mean how early are we starting to prepare for Christmas 2009??). 

Ago rejected my present.  And it hurt my feelings.  

I gave him a University of Texas jacket.  Actually it was a windbreaker in burnt orange with the logo in the corner and on the back of the neck.  It was a nice jacket for him to wear when we're going to the grocery store and it is raining.   He opened the box, took one look at it and clearly stated that he did not want it.  He then handed the box back at me.  

Everybody told me that he wouldn't like it, but i had hope, just a little hope, that he would come through and be elated that he could wear the colors of his granddaughter's school.  He didn't.  It is impossible for him to wear clothing that he didn't sew, mend, or buy.  I guess i'll just stick to magnets and bumper stickers for the carrito.  Pictures coming soon!!