Balls Tate & their lack of salt

Wednesday night around 8 pm, I was walking from Johnson A to Lafollette. And I fell. I landed on my back/left side. I bruised four ribs and knocked one in a little bit. : (. I feel like I can move around the top one some, in and out. I can't breathe or laugh without it hurting so the health center gave me pain killers.

sick...

So my tonsils are the size of softballs and I lost my ID. I left my debit card at home so I can't get out ten dollars to buy a new ID. If I don't have an ID or $18 cash for my medication, I can't pick it up from the health center. So basically, I'm a poor, sick, ID-less student. Very unfortunate.

baaaaah

Sooo, another friend of mine got hurt. Brock got hit by a car monday and was in the ICU which immediately made me think of the worst since DJ and Dustin died in a car crash a few months ago. Shit sucks. My mom told me yesterday that he made it through his surgeries but they had to remove his spleen. Now is his recovery period but this may be difficult because of his sever diabetes. Alcohol is an amazing medication for taking your mind off shitty news.

Rocko's Modern Life

Rocko's Modern Life was an amazing show as a kid, but it's better now. There are many clever jokes and sexual  innuendoes that I never would have caught as a child. The entire show is hilarious because of its vulgarity but it used to be just funny because it seemed silly. The episode I watched had shown the media and how it brain washed us. I watched a few more episodes after that and there were recurring themes about issues within society. It was fantastic.

Dear Officer

Dear Officer,

Due to the poor behavior and motives of some members of the higher authority, I wish to write a letter that presents the issues I've encountered with officers and ensures students of their rights. I can't imagine the sorts of stress you encounter with your job as an officer, but I still feel that certain situations could be handled differently.  I'd like to address the manner in which police officers approach students, the true incentives of officers and the procedural aspects.

Rights and equality are two main components of the foundation of America. If everyone has the same rights, why must you discriminate against young adults? Is it easier to interrogate students because they are less aware of their rights? Or is it simply because you just assume that anyone under age forty is up to no good? Your misconduct and harassment towards students is unacceptable and not justified in any way. I can respectively believe that it is sometimes appropriate to use intimidation as a front to complete your duties, but in many cases it's just unnecessary.

As a part of our Bill of Rights, the Fourth Amendment often sticks out to me while I watch you perform your duties. The probable cause standard requires facts or evidence that would lead a reasonable person to believe that a suspect has committed a crime. Wearing a Bob Marley t-shirt or having shaggy hair does not meet this criteria, yet you continue to judge appearances and utilize your judgement to discriminate the character of an individual. You conduct unnecessary searches that waste our time and yours. Even if you have reasonable suspicion to detain me and pat me down, I still hold the right to refuse to empty my pockets, so stop harassing me. Your dishonorable tactics are unfortunately effective, but looking at them as a whole, your use of fear and intimidation just puts you off as weak.

As if your shameful strategies to complete your job aren't enough, your incentives are even more questionable. I find myself asking, "what exactly is your drive?". The police force is supposed to serve to protect, not serve to charge. In many cases, it seems that you just enjoy the power high. You react subjectively to situations that merely require the objectiveness of the law. You are a law enforcer. That's all. You enforce the law with no person connections along the way. A power trip is just one of your possible motivations; there's also a quota to meet. You and your fellow officers must satisfy a particular quota as a whole to make additional income. You strive to prosper economically at the expense of others.

Sometimes you may be in the right to jump to conclusions, but many times you do it when completely unnecessary. While at Ball State, I have witnessed many students being questioned and getting in trouble. One interesting question I overheard while listening to a conversation between and officer and student was this: "How much have you been drinking?" I believe that a better question would be, "Have you been drinking?" Instead of general questioning of a student, you spring forward to accusations. Your attempts to situations are improper and sneaky. I am always guaranteed the right to remain silent and the right to terminate "voluntary" conversation, so do not hold me longer than necessary because i refuse to let you waste my time.

I will not consent to searches, I will not forget my right to remain silent, and I will not be oppressed by someone who is merely an enforcer of the law. You are not the law; you are simply the messenger boy. Don't flatter yourself. I will assert my rights, I will make myself heard, and I will encourage others to know the law and where they stand among it.

Loud People Suck

If you are talking about unimportant information that no one cares about, people aren't listening because they don't care; NOT because you're speaking too quietly. So don't decide that you will punish everyone with your loud mouth by nearly screaming about stupid shit. It's dumb, you're annoying. This blog is to no one in my English class because I like the people in here; it's too idiots at LaFuckit Smoking Section. Idiots.

School Work

So, recently I haven't been to class because of an accident back at home. During the first week of school two of my friends got into a car accident. They ran a stop sign on a country road and got t-boned. It was something that could have easily been avoided if Dustin would have just stopped, but they blew right past it and now I have two friends less. DJ died the morning after. I've known DJ since I was very young because my dad grew up with his dad and uncles. DJ lived down the street from my dad's house and used to ride over on his dirt bike and take me for rides. Dustin made it longer than DJ which made it harder. Dustin started in critical condition and no one thought he was going to make it.  A week later he was taken off life support and we lost all hope, then days later he had brain activity and everyone was happy. One Friday, someone said that he had passed away; it wasn't until the next day that I found out that someone didn't have their facts straight when feeding this information to me friend, they just liked to talk shit and be in the know. The following Wednesday, Dut had not only regained brain activity, he was also breathing on his own and taken home while still in a coma. That Saturday morning, September 11, he passed away at home. Dustin Gamble was my first real boyfriend, we dated about a year in sixth grade, then we didn't talk for awhile. We became friends again in high school and would go to hookah bars together and party together. We were supposed to go to Cloud Nine one more time before I left but he was at Cedar Point. We said we'd go when I came back home for a break but the first time I went back home was for DJ's funeral and Dustin was dying in the ICU. I know a lot of people don't even read these blogs so if you do don't bring this stuff up. I think it's funny how public I can make this but few people will know because we're all too lazy to read blogs.

Jazz Bar Memoir

         As the skirt of my navy Ralph Lauren dress brushed against my calves, the sound of blaring jazz tunes filled my ears. The backs of my shoes dug into the skin above my heels while my feet moved effortlessly across the dance floor. With each step I could feel the power of the tenor and alto saxophones vibrate the ground beneath me. An upright bass was being played in the far corner complimenting the mesmerizing notes emanating from the piano. The movement of our arms was quick, and of our feet: even quicker. I could feel the cuffs of his dress shirt coming undone from under his sports jacket as he twirled me outward then back in. The ends of my curls whipped in front of my face as I spun throughout our limited floor space. The intoxicating music compelled our movements.

The eventful night began with the meeting of five others and myself congregating at the Lafollette Smoking Section. The walk seemed much more extensive than in reality with three-inch heels, but well worth it. Thor, April, Brandon, Ron, Wes and I made it to the MT Cup with ease and were immediately able to feel the profound energy in the atmosphere coming from the up the stairs. We made our way up to the second floor and instantly noticed that we had entered a world all its own. The six of us had planned this trip a week in advance yet I still found myself ill-prepared for the intensity of the ambience. We received many peculiar stares as we made our journey to The Village in our formal wear.

The night started with an amaretto frappacino to cool down from the warm atmosphere which quickly escalated to an intense heat when the dancing began. Sweat began to cascade down the nape of my neck as Thor taught me swing moves that worked every inch of me. It began with the simplicity of shuffling our feet to the beat of the drums followed by the swinging of our hips to the fluglehorn. The difficulty of our moves quickly escalated in intricacy as the moments passed. I learned the East-Coast two-step which was basic sliding movements then moved on to the more complex West Coast Swing based on a six-count beat. Northern swinging was much more postured but we refined it as well as our dips. We perfected barrel rolls and the moves became elementary as our feet seemed to simply glide on the dance floor. The audience of coffee drinkers and jazz fanatics watched as we prevailed with each flawless maneuver. Entertained by our performance, they applauded for us as well as the live band. Determined to stun our spectators, Thor and I finally attempted the stunt he had promised me earlier. I was nervous but excited and we triumphed with the lift where he passed me from one hip to his other. When my feet were back on the ground we ended it with a left-side tuck turn and landed with a left box-step. Our friends were almost as amazed as I was. The crowd cheered for our moves and Evan's trombone solo. The lady playing the chornet came back in to rock some more.

It was 12:30am and the band had finally finished, each blister and bit of exhaustion was justified by the astounding night. We stumbled clumsily down the stairs and back into the cool night barely fit for the unappealing walk back to the dorms. My eagerness slowly faded as I walked up the stairs. I fell back into my comfortable bed and took a well-deserved nap before my English class.

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