<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774424126997731678</id><updated>2024-11-08T07:37:44.578-08:00</updated><category term="shitfaces"/><category term="gay"/><category term="out"/><category term="peace"/><category term="Bettencourt"/><category term="queer"/><category term="drama"/><category term="life"/><category term="Santa Cruz"/><category term="bitch"/><category term="college"/><category term="fucking"/><category term="guys"/><category term="Fuck"/><category term="bitching"/><category term="dating"/><category term="dumb"/><category term="gender"/><category term="ass"/><category term="days"/><category term="American"/><category term="Garrett"/><category term="gays"/><category term="marriage"/><category term="men"/><category term="population"/><category term="sex"/><category term="buttfucked"/><category term="couch"/><category term="facebook"/><category term="family"/><category term="instagram"/><category term="queers"/><category term="question"/><category term="2012"/><category term="Colorguard"/><category term="Friends"/><category term="Outfitters"/><category term="Urban"/><category term="anti-christ"/><category term="authority"/><category term="coffee"/><category term="computer"/><category term="cuddle"/><category term="dick"/><category term="dollars"/><category term="downtown"/><category term="election"/><category term="equality"/><category term="fuckers"/><category term="girls"/><category term="pants"/><category term="rights"/><category term="soul"/><category term="story"/><category term="straight"/><category term="television"/><category term="420"/><category term="ASPCA"/><category term="Alpha"/><category term="Babel"/><category term="Baby Mama"/><category term="Barack"/><category term="Bravo"/><category term="Brothers"/><category term="Captain"/><category term="Central"/><category term="Comedy"/><category term="Delta"/><category term="Donnie Darko"/><category term="Earth"/><category term="English"/><category term="Fox"/><category term="Franzia"/><category term="French"/><category term="Halloween"/><category term="Homestead"/><category term="Idol"/><category term="Joan Rivers"/><category term="Lady gaga"/><category term="Morgan"/><category term="News"/><category term="Nick"/><category term="Obama"/><category term="Success"/><category term="Thrift"/><category term="USA"/><category term="Walkers"/><category term="advice"/><category term="ailment"/><category term="apartment"/><category term="apocalyptic"/><category term="awake"/><category term="beer pong"/><category term="best"/><category term="boyfriend"/><category term="candy"/><category term="car"/><category term="center"/><category term="chapter"/><category term="charater"/><category term="club"/><category term="commercials"/><category term="doma"/><category term="drag queen"/><category term="ex"/><category term="fat"/><category term="finale"/><category term="friendship"/><category term="funny"/><category term="future"/><category term="gay marriage"/><category term="german"/><category term="goal"/><category term="group"/><category term="horror"/><category term="hot"/><category term="humor"/><category term="insomnia"/><category term="lab"/><category term="ladies"/><category term="lambda"/><category term="latin"/><category term="lol"/><category term="lookbook"/><category term="loves"/><category term="marathon"/><category term="movies"/><category term="music"/><category term="new"/><category term="nite"/><category term="nothing"/><category term="of"/><category term="olympics"/><category term="opera"/><category term="phantom"/><category term="pockets"/><category term="porn"/><category term="project"/><category term="prop 8"/><category term="psi"/><category term="puppies"/><category term="rain"/><category term="re-vamp"/><category term="real"/><category term="reality"/><category term="republican"/><category term="repulsive"/><category term="roommate"/><category term="season"/><category term="shat"/><category term="shots"/><category term="sisters"/><category term="skinny"/><category term="smooth"/><category term="store"/><category term="supreme court"/><category term="the"/><category term="titties"/><category term="touching"/><category term="twitter"/><category term="universe"/><category term="white"/><category term="work"/><category term="wrench"/><title type='text'>Bettencourt&#39;s Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Just my life. One day at a time.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774424126997731678/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774424126997731678/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Bettencourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04578751524185096258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf-gjX1kjUUk14mIEbP4_9GMa4_0BEOJIf2DnAhyG09gg8zs_J7y7ftP2scuTeX44Cv5OAW3bZL5KODyyTq5zzm5Obpx63aVUw_fuPihJgacHiFcyu0Vicl_EbIWddPrI/s220/Snapshot_20120415.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774424126997731678.post-9199541742472892750</id><published>2013-07-10T14:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-07-10T14:20:20.691-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="advice"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bettencourt"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boyfriend"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Brothers"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ex"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gay"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humor"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lol"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sisters"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="touching"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Walkers"/><title type='text'>The Return of the Ex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjepxvuucgtxBBFPCxXepWPh_1mWWH4gNrWqIGZxQ69vYAM1BPuOYkVmimtdTltJL-9QxS93zKErI_vSLlUJwm8ENILIUSN71yMDUPEB5F3H3Tss3xFfu26Qth-4-EyaU7Eymia-2XyfYuQ/s1600/past-present-future+(1).jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjepxvuucgtxBBFPCxXepWPh_1mWWH4gNrWqIGZxQ69vYAM1BPuOYkVmimtdTltJL-9QxS93zKErI_vSLlUJwm8ENILIUSN71yMDUPEB5F3H3Tss3xFfu26Qth-4-EyaU7Eymia-2XyfYuQ/s1600/past-present-future+(1).jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;For those of you who haven&#39;t been watching Brothers and Sisters all the way through ever since they put all five seasons on Netflix, here&#39;s some brief background so you will understand what I am talking about. The Walker family from Pasadena experience things in their lives over five years that would literally cause most people to take a long walk off a short pier. One of the most common occurrences in this show is the fact that every season, at least two or three times, some ex-whatever of one of the Walkers comes barreling back into their lives for no good reason trying to either get back into the family or royally screw everything up.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;So we get the theme of this post: Unwanted guests. What is it about people that we don&#39;t want to see ever again making sure that one way or another they will always come back into your life at the most inopportune moment. These people always seem to manage to make themselves known when there is something going on where them being there is just wildly inconvenient.&lt;br /&gt;
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But, even when it seems like everything is going wrong because they are back, we learn something about ourselves. These people, for good or ill, are part of who we are. They make up the base foundation of the lessons learned during our time with them. So when they come back into our lives we get scared. Scared of who we once were and scared that we might become that person again.&lt;br /&gt;
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My advice for this? Embrace it. Don&#39;t be scared of who you once were but acknowledge the fact that without them you wouldn&#39;t be the person that you are today. I know that it sucks and I know that the last thing that we might want is to be reminded of the mistakes that all we want to do is leave behind but at the end of the day what has past has past and once we can accept that, once we can truly realize that the person we once were is gone and we are better for it life just doesn&#39;t seem so scary.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGxh4Q9qi9gVF_-WX-qhjgmN9va5INCTrxnTF7_7Wm4wqoXKmSahasc-GWTddEQJE2rrIbCCTR4sjmTAW4LfNeP3bn6k2Sw12kY4RBSnZtn7_6tHhwQvZhplqpcbYtDQZv1eChtyiIfWV2/s521/urbanoutfitters.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;133&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGxh4Q9qi9gVF_-WX-qhjgmN9va5INCTrxnTF7_7Wm4wqoXKmSahasc-GWTddEQJE2rrIbCCTR4sjmTAW4LfNeP3bn6k2Sw12kY4RBSnZtn7_6tHhwQvZhplqpcbYtDQZv1eChtyiIfWV2/s200/urbanoutfitters.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I sit here looking at my week ahead and I come to the
harsh and yet totally normal reality that despite everything I find myself
working almost every single day this week. Today is coaching. Thursday, Friday,
Saturday is Urban Outfitters. And I can pretty much guarantee you that I will
be working again on Sunday. And what is it all for? For the minimum wage pay
that barely covers rent and food not to mention the gas getting from place to
place, the utility bills to pay, being forced to eat out several times a week because
I have a break from work and need food. So if money can’t buy you happiness,
then why is it so damn important to live?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I decided, for laughs, to sit down and figure out how much I
actually work a week when you factor in travel time and divide that by how much
I make before taxes. I work approximate 37 hours a week if you factor in travel
time. I get paid, however, monthly and so if you figure that we are looking at
more like 148 hours of work/driving a month. And so, all in all, once it is all
factored up I make approximately $7.80 an hour working.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNg4NBNTPa8U8zhNq5y1vxdlxjvktud4bxfBDU-7i4Cr9LxX9lvHUNiPhr6UFjfuUSJBdaOeHv9taZlac3VGFJt-tZpnZCvCYiC8thznZwUmXEKWdB3iqLo24HC9YCuxDtudKw3_eXCSFd/s670/616_1358183946.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;101&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNg4NBNTPa8U8zhNq5y1vxdlxjvktud4bxfBDU-7i4Cr9LxX9lvHUNiPhr6UFjfuUSJBdaOeHv9taZlac3VGFJt-tZpnZCvCYiC8thznZwUmXEKWdB3iqLo24HC9YCuxDtudKw3_eXCSFd/s200/616_1358183946.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For some out there, that might seem like a good amount of
money especially if you live in a state where a living wage is $7 an hour because
the cost of living is so cheap. I live in California, however, where the cost
of living is so high that in our major cities we have a required $10 an hour
minimum wage for within city limits to make up for the fact that rent to live
there is so damn expensive. It would only figure to make sense then that in a
city with such high rent and thus high wage that all other expenses, from
groceries to gas, would be so highly inflated.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixqETtBibB0bPCyp0phzgY8E6qsSD82hBMfPyfFs1eCci-9cqGim9-sJELk0XtRxq-vPdBircaLQXAXXNoHGvS7rVEzSXAwQmsW9Rt4vDoJyIcgokeqif80-3563rUhgext7KP6nhvnPM3/s500/395614659_28da494c7e.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixqETtBibB0bPCyp0phzgY8E6qsSD82hBMfPyfFs1eCci-9cqGim9-sJELk0XtRxq-vPdBircaLQXAXXNoHGvS7rVEzSXAwQmsW9Rt4vDoJyIcgokeqif80-3563rUhgext7KP6nhvnPM3/s200/395614659_28da494c7e.jpg&quot; width=&quot;133&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So why do I work so much in a city like Santa Cruz where
everything is insanely expensive and nothing is free only to find money
slipping out of my hands faster than I can bring it in? What’s the point? The
point is that money, in life, is everything. Our entire society is built on the
idea that you have to have money in some amount in order to live. Even the
homeless, living on the streets, need to beg for enough money to buy food
because without cash there would be no meal and without meals they were
eventually die. And so while it may be said that money can’t buy happiness, it
sure as hell will at least keep you alive.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Every once in a while I like to delve into the lower side of
writing and produce what I like to refer to as “ranty lists”. Basic principle is
that some comes up with a comical (or what they feel is a comical) list of
things that annoy/surprise/excite them. And so, with that, here is what I have
come up with, in no particular order: My Top 5 Movies I Would Die Without.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;So I know I may get some flak for this one but
honestly this movie is incredible. You have Reese Witherspoon in her natural
habitat as a down to earth Southern girl and Josh Lucas looking fine as hell as
the hilarity ensues. The shining gem in this piece absolutely has to be Candice
Bergen playing the cantankerous and overbearing mother-of-the-bride/New York
City Mayor. Her classic one-liners and just overall nasty tone never fails to
put a smile on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Fashion,
fun, flirt. This movie has everything a total spacey chick flick needs for a fabulously
good time. Forget about the fact that this movie may or may not be considered
and actually “good” film, it is definitely one that I know that if I sat down
with a cosmo and a good grilled cheese I would be able to sit through the whole
thing from start to finish (as yes, I have done this). The shining gem: naked Frenchmen.
Yum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Do&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;I
even need to list why I love this movie? Hands down the most quotable film ever
made and I guarantee that I can recite the entire thing from beginning to end
without even missing a step. Lindsey Lohan? Flawless. Rachel McAdams? Total
bitch and great at it. Amanda Seyfried? No one can play stupid like she can. I
would mention Gretchen Weiners but I don’t even know that actresses name. Womp
womp. And none for Gretchen Weiners BYE! The shining gem: My favorite moment is
when Gretchen kicks the stereo and it flies into the crowd and hits Jason in
the face at an alarming speed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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the most insanely amazing (and insanely long) movie trilogies ever made, Peter Jackson
has taken one the most iconic books ever written and created an almost 10 hour
masterpiece. If you ever have the chance to watch all three extendeds
back-to-back DO IT. I know that it seems wildly different than the three I
already listed but It is actually really incredible. The shining gem: the
amazing comedic timing that takes a long fantasy epic and turns it into a
perfectly paced film series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Absolutely
adorable and makes my boyfriend cry literally every time we watch it. Monsters
Inc. takes everything that we were afraid of as kids and shows it in a
lighthearted and fun way. Entertaining for adults and brilliant fun for kids,
this movie makes me feel good every single time that I watch it and my life
would not be the same without it. The shining gem: The&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;Medusa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;haired Celia Mae inserting her own brand of crazy chick comedy into this wildly male dominated film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Well folks, there it is. I know it’s not exactly ground
breaking and I assure you that something else will come out any day now with
some real substance. Until then…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;I’m out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Spending my day off obsessively
watching episode after episode of “Say Yes to the Dress” on Netflix of course
has me thinking about the idea of marriage. Why do it? What’s the benefit? Is it
worth the money? And, of course, the last one brings us to a much more serious
point: Why, as a gay man, am I not allowed? With the decision coming down the
pipe from the US Supreme Court on not only the constitutionality of DOMA but
also on California’s Prop 8 the whole nation is bracing, for good or ill, for a
momentous change. As this is happening though conservative are, of course,
letting their voices be heard by announcing a pledge that they will defy any
decision toward marriage equality with signers ranging from religious figures
to political leaders. Before we cast stones at these zealots, let’s take a look
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On the table we have two different
decisions: DOMA and Prop 8. The Defense of Marriage Act, or DOMA, decision will
determine whether or not barring same-sex couples from receiving federal
benefits as a married couple is constitutionally allowed. While this benefit
would do nothing for couples who are not living in states that recognize
same-sex marriage, those living in the handful of states that do will finally receive
benefits from the feds if it is overturned. Prop 8 on the other hand is a
little trickier here. We got options. Prop 8 could be overturned on the ground
of federal constitutionality and thus overturn all gay marriage bans in the
United States leading to full legalization. More likely the Supreme Court will
say that it is unconstitutional IN CALIFORNIA ONLY and allow gay marriage there.
The case could even be thrown out altogether leading to, again, gay marriage in
California. So what is this pledge thingy?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Banning together under the veil of
religious expression, hundreds of religious Americans have signed onto a pledge
that they would ignore any decision passed down from the Supreme Court that
would spell marriage equality. Using key buzz words and phrases such as “freedom”,
“society”, and “faith”, the two page letter creates a nation that is apparently
being overrun by the power of the judicial branch which, in their mind, should
not have any power at all. As they put it, “&lt;span class=&quot;a&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0in;&quot;&gt;Unlike the Legislative Branch that has the power
of the purse and the&lt;/span&gt; Executive Branch which has the figurative power of the
sword, the Judicial Branch has neither”. So for them this decision is one that
in going against their religious freedoms from a branch of government that they
see as being powerless. But, if one actually reads the document, what is very
obviously lacking is any sort of plan of what to do. It reads more like a
tantrum from a snotty toddler than a document with weight and purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So what can these individuals even do? Considering the list of
individuals signed on board with this pledge I am going to say not very much.
Out of the hundred some odd people who have given their names for this, there
is only one person who currently holds a seat in a United States government
position and that is Rep. Sally Kern of Oklahoma’s 84&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; House
District who is, unsurprisingly, a Republican and who could be shocked to read this when this is the same woman with
such famous statements as “&lt;span style=&quot;background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;&quot;&gt;We have a high&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;percentage of blacks in prison, and that’s tragic, but are they in prison just
because they are black or because they don’t want to study as hard in school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;”
and that women earn less than men because they don&#39;t work as hard and have less
initiative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;. So it’s not like her inclusion onto this pledge comes as any
kind of surprise. From there we ramble onto a list of various figured ranging
from Peter La Barbera, the Preside of “Americans for Truth About Homosexuality”
to Dr. Warren Guy, a pediatric dentist. Seems to me like this list is missing
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Look, the fact of the matter is
that this is going to happen. Gay marriage, one way or another, is going to be
legalized. The cards are falling into place now and finally we are closer than
ever and these religious yahoos and simply using it as an excuse to try to stay
relevant but it is obviously not going to work. The biggest knock here is the
fact that they couldn’t even get big name Republicans to sign on. Where are the
Rush Limbaughs and Sarah Palins of the world? Not here because even they are
realizing that in order to keep their jobs they have to stay on the right side
of history and calm it down a little. This letter is nothing more than a piece
of paper trying to stop a rolling boulder. Sorry Dr. Guy. Go back to the spit
bowl. I’m gonna get all kinds of gay married.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Works Referenced:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;&quot;&gt;-&quot;Sally Kern.&quot;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/i&gt;.
N.p., n.d. Web. 22 June 2013.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;&quot;&gt;-Rayfield, Jillian. &quot;Oklahoma GOPer: It’s A Fact That
‘Blacks’ Don’t Work As Hard.&quot;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;TPM&lt;/i&gt;.
N.p., 28 Apr. 2011. Web. 22 June 2013.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;&quot;&gt;-McNutt, Michael. &quot;Kern Apologizes for Comments on
Minorities and Women; NAACP Says It&#39;s Not Enough.&quot;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;NewsOK&lt;/i&gt;. N.p., 29 Apr. 2011. Web. 22 June 2013.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;&quot;&gt;-Gates, Sara. &quot;Conservatives Pledge To Defy Any Marriage
Equality Ruling The Supreme Court Reaches.&quot;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Huffington
Post&lt;/i&gt;. N.p., 22 June 2013. Web. 22 June 2013.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;&quot;&gt;-Bloomfield, Aubrey. &quot;Supreme Court DOMA: The
Anachronistic Law Must Be Struck Down.&quot;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Policy Mic&lt;/i&gt;.
N.p., 22 June 2013. Web. 22 June 2013.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;&quot;&gt;-Phillip, Abby D. &quot;Supreme Court DOMA Ruling Looms Over
Immigration Overhaul.&quot;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;ABC News&lt;/i&gt;.
N.p., 17 June 2013. Web. 22 June 2013.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;&quot;&gt;-Freedom Federation. &quot;We Stand in Solidarity to Defend
Marriageand the Family and Society Founded Upon Them.&quot;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Scribd&lt;/i&gt;. N.p., n.d. Web. 22 June 2013&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRHGWVz4LUpUKSZAUaWB1t6LqQqfvLyTCDsfNHxK7n5FSC9bemy8j6ny-KcpbOk9LV8zJaUcfOae9LWrKahG_6jDPxT1i-vJa2pbKMmTdRQPHqBzIZQgVDmrq49B7QRP04aI7iaSu-3lux/s1600/image+(3).jpeg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRHGWVz4LUpUKSZAUaWB1t6LqQqfvLyTCDsfNHxK7n5FSC9bemy8j6ny-KcpbOk9LV8zJaUcfOae9LWrKahG_6jDPxT1i-vJa2pbKMmTdRQPHqBzIZQgVDmrq49B7QRP04aI7iaSu-3lux/s200/image+(3).jpeg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It’s been a while since I have felt compelled to write anything on here. I guess the trend has been that when I am feeling down or I feel as if there is no other outlet in my life I just log on, spew some words, and feel a tiny bit better. I mean, no one wants to hear about someone’s joy when they can make themselves feel better by reading about another’s misery. There is nothing that makes me feel better than to know that someone else has it shittier than I do. Schadenfeuder or whatever, right? What show is that from? Avenue Q? God I’m gay.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Y1-Q0GdLNVjA72diE3hW5f3TEAT2rke2EtvxRxOmvt0OlRq0SVundSx4g3gjJSNMWAchN8qwvjBHM63yccE84_5nSatrS0HC1jAKr4PjZSMyJMcxJQc-Aj3jtry5ZLbGbvlLEIlaLmCd/s1600/image+(2).jpeg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Y1-Q0GdLNVjA72diE3hW5f3TEAT2rke2EtvxRxOmvt0OlRq0SVundSx4g3gjJSNMWAchN8qwvjBHM63yccE84_5nSatrS0HC1jAKr4PjZSMyJMcxJQc-Aj3jtry5ZLbGbvlLEIlaLmCd/s200/image+(2).jpeg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ok so then what is the reason for me being here today? I am not particularly sad right now. Garrett is going through a lot in his life and it is putting him pretty hardly on edge but I do what I can to try to alleviate the stress level. Valentine’s Day will definitely help out a ton. I have a pretty fantastical surprise prepared for him that will hopefully melt his worries off his body. Not exactly the easiest thing to do but I think I can manage. He likes booze and smelling type thingies (candles, incense, etc.) I think I can definitely manage this. I love that boy.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5khiYAK8vykbaLSdUYWpZ9cq_9CcPygAVReVCSE9i-d21rx_6mUPjjBjM6H5vuQSMaTbLkPkInNe38oZHNunfKhUsiXHaIirsT8VpiYf7pw4eyActcYizWQI-fKIM8zxKg9ydba4rwsxH/s1600/image.jpeg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5khiYAK8vykbaLSdUYWpZ9cq_9CcPygAVReVCSE9i-d21rx_6mUPjjBjM6H5vuQSMaTbLkPkInNe38oZHNunfKhUsiXHaIirsT8VpiYf7pw4eyActcYizWQI-fKIM8zxKg9ydba4rwsxH/s200/image.jpeg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I guess things are kind of going pretty well. My loan stuff is FINALLY all done for school so going into week 5 of 10 I finally have managed to find a way to pay for my tuition. I really don’t understand why I am paying so much for this education I am receiving. I love my classes and my professors but for serious it is pretty ridiculous these days. I could buy a pretty decent car with the amount of money that I took out and that was only for one quarter. I have to find a way to pay for five more. I sure do love being in debt. That is the bestest.&lt;br /&gt;
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Alright, I know this was dull. I just felt compelled to write something since it had been FOREVER. I promise to have better things to write about soon.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; So
yesterday I was downtown with Garrett and our friend Chelsea and we were
accosted by the posters up to announce the latest Twilight abomination so of
course we had to go. I had honestly forgotten it was coming up because, really,
who cares? Twilight is really just a woman trying to recreate the magic of
Harry Potter with the prose of a child. It is a weak imitation of the young
adult classics that have come out lately. Luckily for her that it is just bad
enough that people can still tolerate it and find it fun and campy. So obviously,
being a huge fan of all things campy, I needed to see it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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theater I don’t think I have ever been more embarrassed to be anywhere and I
make a living teach high school girls how to dance. Holding my head low and
keeping my voice down, I walked in with Garrett and Chelsea while they were
hamming it up and having a grand ol’ time. Sorry I’m not a twelve year old girl
and thus I’m not Team Jacob or Team Edward. Everything was confirmed to me when
I went in to the actual screening and it was a pretty even blend of drunk
college kids who were there for an evening of fun and high school couples
consisting of skinny little girls and their equally skinny skater boyfriend who
were not all too pleased to be there. What is it about this movie and underage
couples? Side note: remember the days when the only place you could go to make
out was the movies? Yeah. That has not changed apparently.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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As the movie begins the very very
apparent problem is the fact that Edward looks WAYY older than when this saga
began. Ok I understand. It is impossible to make a five movie series without
there being some aging as we go along but COME ON. He is a vampire ergo should
not age, right? Well apparently, wrong. Apparently he started out 17 and ended
25. Cause vampires do that, right. I am just saying that if these people have
ability to make Taylor Lautner turn from a human to a “giant dog” then can’t
they do some kind of CGI magic to make this man child look like a teenager?
Guess not.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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As this crazy little show
continued we got introduced to Renesmee for the first time. I almost pooped my
pants. In an effort to make sure that the baby actually looks like it could be
the child of Edward and Bella the director decided that as opposed to using an
actual child he would insert a CGI baby into Bella’s arms. This is the worst
bit of computer work in the entire film. This child looked like something that
was cut and pasted out the Sims. Don’t get me wrong I am not saying I can do
any better but considering the fact that this is one the largest film franchises
in recent history then they certainly can.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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along we get introduced to a plethora of new vampires to serve as witnesses to
convince the Vultori that Renesmee isn’t an immortal child (a baby who was
turned into a vampire) cause those are apparently illegal. This new group of
vamps, as they are assembled, resembled more and more like a really bad re-make
of X-Men. As they go from person to person showing their skills (one can cause
hallucinations and another can produce electricity) I couldn’t help but sit
there and give them their new super hero names. The one that really killed me
was the fact that Bella, conveniently has the ability to block everyone’s
powers because she is a “shield”. I mean COME ON. As they go into a fight with
the Vultori who came to power because of these skills that they have of course
the good guys are going to have someone who can block those powers. What a cop
out.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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when the Vultori come forward to confront the Cullen and Friends and I was of
course expecting some kind of huge let down ending where everyone became
friends and there was a potluck but I was dead wrong. To those who have not
seen it and want to: DO NOT CONTINUE. That being said, Stephanie Meyer
envisioned one hell of an ending for this flick. Just after Alice is done
showing he Vultori what would happen to the future of vampires, she turned to
Bella and goes, “Now”. Chaos. Alice does an illusion kick and hits the head
Vultori in the face sending him flying. Jasper gets hs head ripped from his
body. Carlise goes flying forward and gets his head ripped off. Esmee goes
batshit cray and all of the Cullen and Friends go flying forward and the battle
begins. Heads are flying, people are being burned, Dakota Fanning gets eaten by
a wolf. I would pay another ten dollar just to see this fifteen minute sequence
of total badassery. I laughed, I cried, I wet myself (a little). Just as Bella
has beheaded the leader of the Vultori and is about to set him on fire *SNAP*
we are pulled back and we find out that the whole thing was just Alice’s vision
of what would happen. Instead the Vultori walk away with their tails between
their legs and everyone lives. My mind was blown.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;And with that the only thing left
was to bring this whole thing to a close. As expected, the Cullens are able to
stay in Forks, Jacob is crowned a hero, and all is right in the vampy world.
Just like in the book it ends with Bella and Edward chillin in a meadow being
all cutesy and stuff. In one last tear jerking move, Bella extends her shield
power (which now has memory recollection) to show Edward all her favorite
memories from the previous four movies. Really, it was cute. Don’t judge me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Ok so I know that it is Twilight
and people should morally hate it just because it is so terrible but I am going
to stick my neck out and say I liked it. It was cheesy, it was campy, but in
the end it was also totally badass. The jokes were better, the acting was MUCH
better, and it was truly entertaining. And the battle in the end was completely
insane. I never thought that Twilight would ever go there but it did. It went
all the way there. And more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So many people want life to be a musical. The cheery songs, the pretty people, the uplifting plot lines. But let&#39;s be real and hear me out on this one: Life already is a musical without the singing (except in the shower). &amp;nbsp;Let&#39;s recap what happens in your standard musical:&lt;br /&gt;
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1. Something goes HORRIBLY wrong:&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ok so this one doesn&#39;t exactly sound too appealing but what is life without some kind of hardship right? Elphaba got roomed with the most ANNOYING girl ever. Rodger got HIV. Christine met a weird loner singer dude. But what is the silver lining in all of this?&lt;br /&gt;
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2. That tragic event leads to personal growth:&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Life is all about learning and growing and adapting and for some reason in musicals even the most life-crushing event somehow turns out to be positive. Elphaba and Glinda became the bestest of friends and Elphaba turned into a firece-ass swagga girl. Rodger learned to appreciate life and found a hooker with a heart of gold. Christine got a set of pipes on her that makes Xtina sound like Ke$ha sans auto-tune.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. The personal growth takes a strange and dark turn:&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Just as you think this new personal growth is going to make your life a thousand times better everything comes crashing down (usually conveniently right before the intermission). Elphaba and Glinda meet the wizard who &#39;aint quite what they thought and Elphaba decided to take him DOWN. Rodger and Mimi part ways when Mimi goes insane. Christina finds out that this new &quot;friend&quot; is actually a creeper stalker sex offender with a fetish for candles and acid-based facials.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Before the final curtain falls the main character always overcomes any kind of personal issues by, pardon my french, figuring their shit out. Elphaba decides that she don&#39;t care what other people think as long as she does what she knows is right. Rodger and Mimi come back together because they realize life is short and you should spend it with people they love. Christine decides that Phanty is totally cray and that Raul is way hotter and so leaves his ass.&lt;br /&gt;
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How does this not sound like every single day of my life? Crazy stuff happens, you think you figured it out, it gets way worse and then, even if you haven&#39;t really figured it all out you don&#39;t really care because you realize that you&#39;re totally amazing no matter what happens.&lt;br /&gt;
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Life is a cabaret ol&#39; chum.&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s just that last step we all need to figure out.&lt;br /&gt;
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Goodbye loves.&lt;br /&gt;
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http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/81235017/Musical+Cast+Recording+musicals.jpg&lt;br /&gt;
http://www.ronniekroell.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/defying-gravity.bmp&lt;br /&gt;
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So last night I was standing in Urban Outfitters sweating my life out as the country around me was waiting in anticipation for the election results to come. It was easily one of the most stressful nights of my life. Every now and then I would get a break, run to the break room and get online as quickly as possible to see how things were progressing. Not gonna lie I was worried. Especially since for the first half of the results Romeny was in the lead. The whole store had a cloud over it. (surprise: Urban Outfitters employees are liberal democrats). It wasn’t until Obama pulled ahead that I was finally able to relax. Then the momentum kept building. And building. And building.&lt;br /&gt;
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And then it was over.&lt;br /&gt;
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And we won.&lt;br /&gt;
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And while I am excited and proud that we were able to get our heads out of our butts and voted for the right person what cannot be ignored are the other propositions that were passed. So, here we go.&lt;br /&gt;
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California:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2ITNsJS6hSXYqWRZ52xw4PPG5BXE0Lw6AQM9Y7w9j5Oy31voH6aItNWk44zNAPzTebDPfQRjW-2rpfeYJQxD7MBM6C1QTlbHGexc189pDl94eTvcohvwUpIlRd16iW5An7d1IKeqDAPkp/s1600/education-pic.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;209&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2ITNsJS6hSXYqWRZ52xw4PPG5BXE0Lw6AQM9Y7w9j5Oy31voH6aItNWk44zNAPzTebDPfQRjW-2rpfeYJQxD7MBM6C1QTlbHGexc189pDl94eTvcohvwUpIlRd16iW5An7d1IKeqDAPkp/s320/education-pic.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Education tax increase (Prop 30): So here is one that I was really not sure if it would pass but it did (53.9%). This is what we are looking at: This is a tax increase to place sales tax 0.25% higher and increase taxes on those making more than $250,000. Where does this money go? Education. This just makes good sense. Putting money into bettering education is to invest in the future of California. The children of this state are the future. Why would anyone argue this?&lt;br /&gt;
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Payroll deduction political contributions (Prop 32): This one here did not pass (43.9%) and it just doesn’t make sense. What we have here is a measure saying that businesses AND unions cannot take money out of their payroll to donate to political campaigns. What would this stop? This would prohibit things like Chick-Fil-A using payroll money to fund campaigns that are harmful to queer individuals. So sad.&lt;br /&gt;
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Three Strikes Law Revision (Prop 36): This passed? Thank GOD! (68.6%) This now changes the Three Strikes law that if the third offense is “non-serious and non-violent” then the defendant will not be automatically given life in prison. It made no sense to me as to why this was here in the first place. If someone is a career criminal then so not lock him/her away forever, HELP THEM! Give them training to get a job, assist them in finding housing, supply mental health services. Revive the community, don’t put them behind bars.&lt;br /&gt;
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Other ideals we care about:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNKP_hke-0uNpOSIfdMBc9hF8Lj7YWABWjsvrQ4MjlHwyjk9J9XgtGKPVYNfLomA5JVjUXFl6a9Vj0fyYlBqJbIFD8KNF8PTp-C1IOgP6WCzVxpmJps9p-xkWWETMDIxtQpDgLMX_MOdif/s1600/main-qimg-10adc7257e051cb3fbc8cc5066ff2d02.gif&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;241&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNKP_hke-0uNpOSIfdMBc9hF8Lj7YWABWjsvrQ4MjlHwyjk9J9XgtGKPVYNfLomA5JVjUXFl6a9Vj0fyYlBqJbIFD8KNF8PTp-C1IOgP6WCzVxpmJps9p-xkWWETMDIxtQpDgLMX_MOdif/s320/main-qimg-10adc7257e051cb3fbc8cc5066ff2d02.gif&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Legalize Same-Sex Marriage: As of right now we have two states that have passed the legalization of same-sex marriage in this election (Maine and Maryland). So if those two states get added to what I like to call The Union of the Gay States of America, then the total membership goes to eight. There is a third state (Washington) that also voted on this and even though it is saying right now that based on votes it has passed with 100% of precincts reporting for whatever reason the state has not called it yet. Get it together.&lt;br /&gt;
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Same-Sex Marriage Ban: Minnesota has never legalized gay marriage but the state tried to do what so many other states have succeeded in by banning gay marriage for good there. And it lost! Thank God. So while gay marriage is not legal there (yet) the effort to thwart any future efforts has itself been thwarted. Props to you Minnesota. Now go make some syrup.&lt;br /&gt;
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Legalization of Marijuana: You heard me right. LEGALIZATION of marijuana. Not medical marijuana. Marijuana. Colorado is now officially the first state that has passed a proposition (similar to the one California did not pass in 2010) that has legalized the recreational use of weed. I wonder how many people are moving to Boulder? Santa Cruz is going to empty out. Oregon voted on a similar measure and it did not pass. Once again I feel like there is a connection here to those who profit on the illegal weed trade whose business would be foiled by the passing of a law like this.&lt;br /&gt;
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What can we take from this election? The nation is changing and growing. It is heading in a direction that, while it may scare some, is a fairer and safer place. God bless the United States of America.&lt;br /&gt;
Goodbye loves&lt;br /&gt;
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http://www.politico.com/2012-election/map/#/Measures/2012/&lt;br /&gt;
www.wikipedia.com&lt;br /&gt;
http://qph.is.quoracdn.net/main-qimg-10adc7257e051cb3fbc8cc5066ff2d02&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1197456965626199538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/2012/11/the-future-part-two-election-recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774424126997731678/posts/default/1197456965626199538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774424126997731678/posts/default/1197456965626199538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/2012/11/the-future-part-two-election-recap.html' title='The Future Part Two: Election Recap'/><author><name>Bettencourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04578751524185096258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf-gjX1kjUUk14mIEbP4_9GMa4_0BEOJIf2DnAhyG09gg8zs_J7y7ftP2scuTeX44Cv5OAW3bZL5KODyyTq5zzm5Obpx63aVUw_fuPihJgacHiFcyu0Vicl_EbIWddPrI/s220/Snapshot_20120415.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuRe6F6KmVsRtf2iuTNEcQwPKZWX-wr6Pga5zB7letiiqZkxwT7C8ZbXHPCF7-OzueCnHAb-WaizsMkC52Xua9sPNUyb5xwRR1DnSHoIWqC5QpureF2F8s8md1u770qXgaQoR5dRNxBMGz/s72-c/532197_412474578794147_1658112248_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774424126997731678.post-1601863963270482186</id><published>2012-11-05T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-11-05T14:30:34.755-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2012"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bettencourt"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="election"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="future"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gay"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gays"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gender"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="guys"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="population"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="queer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="queers"/><title type='text'>The Future.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_BNdHxI9EnjarwMu3CeUaeSdDM6Ow9xNaFr3aV066asLgBJp-5mizUY8aweQthT3VNtRPF8v3-Xq5iHqSScXqEQma-FW9xrAStIQ4uZzqZAKLR9oBM2E5o07Ardg9GAfXboLIR8adNhu3/s1600/539388_3491058948636_1946380_n.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_BNdHxI9EnjarwMu3CeUaeSdDM6Ow9xNaFr3aV066asLgBJp-5mizUY8aweQthT3VNtRPF8v3-Xq5iHqSScXqEQma-FW9xrAStIQ4uZzqZAKLR9oBM2E5o07Ardg9GAfXboLIR8adNhu3/s320/539388_3491058948636_1946380_n.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every two years we find ourselves subjected to the most influential popularity contest in the history of our nation: elections. Every four years we get slammed with an even more important presidential election that can literally alter the course of our nation’s history. In 2008 this nation found hope and, well, “change” with a new politician who was taking our country by storm. Four years later America is climbing slowly but surely out of the worst recession in memory with Barack Obama leading the way.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks to the lacking of the previous administration, the Obama administration was steamrolled with an economy that collapsed during the months between the election and the previous administration leaving office causing Obama to inherit this monumental problem. While I am sure we can all agree that this recovery is taking time what cannot be ignored is that the task of flipping a national economy does not happen in one day, one week, or even four years. We are taking about widespread reforms in order to ensure that this not only can begin to heal but also that this does not happen again. It cannot be ignored that this is not a simple task. However, in light of this election, it is also important to remember that this country is NOT a business. Mitt Romney’s plan to fix this country is to “run it like a business” without providing a complete concrete plan as to how this will be done. Take a second though to think about how businesses work. A group of individuals on top do whatever they can to squeeze as much profit out of the workers without much regard to the workforce as a whole. Yes, this is precisely how I want this country to be run. Like a sweatshop. Great work…..&lt;br /&gt;
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The economy aside it is time to delve into what is the most important part of this election to me: the social issues. I in no way want to downplay the importance of the economy in this election but as a gay man it stands to reason that the issues that hit closest to home for me would be the social ones. Plain and simple: Obama is for gay marriage and Romney is not. Black and white. There is no way around it. Obama has come out to say that he is for gay marriage in America and Romney has come out to say that he is for a nationwide ban that would remove the same-sex marriages already performed. My beliefs on the economy thus have to be pushed aside regardless of what I think. The right to marry goes much further than rights. It goes into my community’s standing as legitimate.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMuAirxWnwDiydQTvm-dHWaiPxgRloM6QRxsc4D7gU6Yv9Vvw_yA_RhIJQcD8ORGjby3JYt_lATpimgGijVUFNlK7dWO9R86fuRIty0VLGB90zPzBJIHJ5jwgf-1LImrjRvG29HsagsQVv/s1600/Gay+Teen+Bullying.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;166&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMuAirxWnwDiydQTvm-dHWaiPxgRloM6QRxsc4D7gU6Yv9Vvw_yA_RhIJQcD8ORGjby3JYt_lATpimgGijVUFNlK7dWO9R86fuRIty0VLGB90zPzBJIHJ5jwgf-1LImrjRvG29HsagsQVv/s200/Gay+Teen+Bullying.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I young gay man I felt helpless as many others in my position do. I felt like society did not accept me and had no place for me. To eliminate the right to marry is to tell every young gay man that what he feels inside is correct. There is no place for you. There is no acceptance for you. You might as well not be you. To tell a young gay person that they cannot love who they want and be accepted by the law is to tell them that it is simply not worth it to love who they want. It is to tell them that the government and the country cannot and will not accept your relationship as legitimate. It is to break the conscience of every young person to let them know once and for all that they are not worth their existence. At the risk of placing so much weight on this issues: The difference between legalizing gay marriage and banning gay marriage is the difference between life and death.&lt;br /&gt;
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With that I can say with full confidence that I will not be voting for Mitt Romney and I urge every single person who reads this to do the same. If you know me, if you are my friend, if you appreciate my existence and enjoy who I am you cannot allow this man to win. If you know any queer individual and enjoy them you cannot let this man win. If you do not want to see any more faces of young men and women splash on the news with the headline “Gay Teen Suicide” you cannot let this man win.&lt;br /&gt;
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In less than 36 hours my life could be changing irrevocably.&lt;br /&gt;
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In less than 36 hours my future could be altered permanently.&lt;br /&gt;
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In less than 36 hours this nation will be defined.&lt;br /&gt;
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It’s now your choice.&lt;br /&gt;
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And don’t fuck it up.&lt;br /&gt;
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Goodbye loves.&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1601863963270482186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/2012/11/the-future.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774424126997731678/posts/default/1601863963270482186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774424126997731678/posts/default/1601863963270482186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/2012/11/the-future.html' title='The Future.'/><author><name>Bettencourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04578751524185096258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf-gjX1kjUUk14mIEbP4_9GMa4_0BEOJIf2DnAhyG09gg8zs_J7y7ftP2scuTeX44Cv5OAW3bZL5KODyyTq5zzm5Obpx63aVUw_fuPihJgacHiFcyu0Vicl_EbIWddPrI/s220/Snapshot_20120415.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_BNdHxI9EnjarwMu3CeUaeSdDM6Ow9xNaFr3aV066asLgBJp-5mizUY8aweQthT3VNtRPF8v3-Xq5iHqSScXqEQma-FW9xrAStIQ4uZzqZAKLR9oBM2E5o07Ardg9GAfXboLIR8adNhu3/s72-c/539388_3491058948636_1946380_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Santa Cruz, CA 95060, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>36.9741171 -122.0307963</georss:point><georss:box>36.9233806 -122.1097603 37.0248536 -121.9518323</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774424126997731678.post-7544327047429051636</id><published>2012-10-31T13:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-31T13:24:33.653-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="candy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="computer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="facebook"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Garrett"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gay"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gays"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Halloween"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="instagram"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lookbook"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movies"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="queer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="queers"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rain"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="twitter"/><title type='text'>All Hallows Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Halloween. The one day a year a girl can dress like a total slut and no one can say anything about. Except when it is FREEZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get me wrong, I love this holiday. The candy, the costumes, the ghost stories, all of it. What I don’t love is when you get all ready to have a great night and Mother Nature goes, “Nuh uh. Think again.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am sitting here in the library blogging away while the weather outside is in this annoying state of not quite raining but not NOT raining and wondering how I am going to salvage this night. I’m not really the party type. Something about corralled inside a house trying to have a good time while also trying to keep it down in fear that the neighbors call the cops just doesn’t appeal to me. So what then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That when it dawns on me. What are the best Halloweens? Are they the ones where you rage until it hurts? No. The best Halloweens I have ever had are the ones where I go buy a large sack of candy, a box of popcorn, and rent a few movies and sit back, relax, and get fat. Also, this can be done even when the Gods are angry (a la Percy Jackson).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thus I have it settled in my brain. Tonight will not consist of some costume while trying to prevent some DB from spilling something down my front. Instead I will be kicking it at home with friends eating my feelings and scaring myself until I vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will party next year. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow me:&lt;br /&gt;Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/bettencourtslife&lt;br /&gt;Instagram: @Bettencourt11&lt;br /&gt;Twitter: @BettencourtP&lt;br /&gt;LookBook: http://lookbook.nu/sjgongwer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye loves.&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7544327047429051636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/2012/10/all-hallows-eve.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774424126997731678/posts/default/7544327047429051636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774424126997731678/posts/default/7544327047429051636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/2012/10/all-hallows-eve.html' title='All Hallows Eve'/><author><name>Bettencourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04578751524185096258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf-gjX1kjUUk14mIEbP4_9GMa4_0BEOJIf2DnAhyG09gg8zs_J7y7ftP2scuTeX44Cv5OAW3bZL5KODyyTq5zzm5Obpx63aVUw_fuPihJgacHiFcyu0Vicl_EbIWddPrI/s220/Snapshot_20120415.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUP1PLALi06cKnoLyZ-cwP6PQXtb8D_0QsJ86H3AFoX5Aqb-7jV_SO13WhvwOW_SzohV0mDks1FaV7pUY56PG1G-Rhe7RLIG3bnTop0-C1BCnUm7ivcjAegSLMNMnewtNZH4YVIJAfx3Pu/s72-c/398267_3971861448398_1940445150_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total><georss:featurename>Santa Cruz, CA, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>36.9741171 -122.0307963</georss:point><georss:box>36.9233751 -122.1097603 37.0248591 -121.9518323</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774424126997731678.post-7137596383713940836</id><published>2012-10-31T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-31T11:54:23.212-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coffee"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="college"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Colorguard"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="facebook"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Garrett"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gay"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Homestead"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="instagram"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Outfitters"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="queer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Santa Cruz"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Urban"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="work"/><title type='text'>A New Lease on Life</title><content type='html'>How do I begin to explain what I have been up to for the last couple months? Let&#39;s start with the most important part.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqRlQ3COKGM4Cdku-7013VoKgHY06JvhRKkEq5LlOFjocOLtpbjdT5utJ5NVfGJqNoNw6CsYcDInITwqQzaUc9jMZUB7cLN594aQZGkfb5B-WDA6Tf2e_xy1li-x1YRMK8E5_MyMOTYqVw/s1600/563278_412472018794403_136110666_n.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqRlQ3COKGM4Cdku-7013VoKgHY06JvhRKkEq5LlOFjocOLtpbjdT5utJ5NVfGJqNoNw6CsYcDInITwqQzaUc9jMZUB7cLN594aQZGkfb5B-WDA6Tf2e_xy1li-x1YRMK8E5_MyMOTYqVw/s320/563278_412472018794403_136110666_n.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been seeing someone who has changed my life. Garrett has been my rock. His absolute craziness has made my life exciting again (and not in a bad way like before). His intelligence has kept me on my toes and his humor has kept me laughing. I finally feel like I can breath again and relax in knowing that at the end of the day there is someone at home who will love and support me. Cheesy cheesy cheesy. Deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;
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School has started up again and let&#39;s just say: My life SUCKS. Too much. Much too much. Much much too much. Why do I do this t myself? I always feel liee I can take on the entire world and then realize, &quot;Wait, no, stop the world! I want to get off!&quot; (Get it?). I need to assign points to different things I do in my life and a limit of how many points I can do at once. Once I reach that limit I have to quit something. Suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiexn3wKPS2qeoXwV8wCDgho-yPzQOaXJL_csuvu_MmGspt7g7biesOtd9LOR1DFsfXGgj6XhOSOMp9XWfXz2gPI0LoAN07p8TzhTs6qwpq4FFiVotEnwbbp7pSa-RXN8Bt_RpyqxYLFbTK/s1600/001.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiexn3wKPS2qeoXwV8wCDgho-yPzQOaXJL_csuvu_MmGspt7g7biesOtd9LOR1DFsfXGgj6XhOSOMp9XWfXz2gPI0LoAN07p8TzhTs6qwpq4FFiVotEnwbbp7pSa-RXN8Bt_RpyqxYLFbTK/s200/001.JPG&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Work has been insane (per usual). Working at Urban Outfitters has given me two things: Money and a discount with which to spend it. I may have fabulous new clothes but I am BROKE. To supplement this spending habit I have a job at Homestead High School teaching colorguard finally doing what I really want to do and making the money I want to make.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know I am not that interesting today but feel free to comment and leave your opinion. I will have more for you tomorrow, promise.&lt;br /&gt;
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Feel free to follow me:&lt;br /&gt;
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/bettencourtslife&lt;br /&gt;
Instagram: @Bettencourt11&lt;br /&gt;
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Goodbye loves.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7137596383713940836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/2012/10/a-new-lease-on-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774424126997731678/posts/default/7137596383713940836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774424126997731678/posts/default/7137596383713940836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/2012/10/a-new-lease-on-life.html' title='A New Lease on Life'/><author><name>Bettencourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04578751524185096258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf-gjX1kjUUk14mIEbP4_9GMa4_0BEOJIf2DnAhyG09gg8zs_J7y7ftP2scuTeX44Cv5OAW3bZL5KODyyTq5zzm5Obpx63aVUw_fuPihJgacHiFcyu0Vicl_EbIWddPrI/s220/Snapshot_20120415.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqRlQ3COKGM4Cdku-7013VoKgHY06JvhRKkEq5LlOFjocOLtpbjdT5utJ5NVfGJqNoNw6CsYcDInITwqQzaUc9jMZUB7cLN594aQZGkfb5B-WDA6Tf2e_xy1li-x1YRMK8E5_MyMOTYqVw/s72-c/563278_412472018794403_136110666_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total><georss:featurename>Santa Cruz, CA 95060, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>36.9741171 -122.0307963</georss:point><georss:box>36.9233901 -122.1097603 37.0248441 -121.9518323</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774424126997731678.post-1133038443986463864</id><published>2012-10-31T11:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-31T11:43:52.286-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="best"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bettencourt"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="facebook"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Garrett"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gay"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="instagram"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="loves"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="new"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="re-vamp"/><title type='text'>Re-Vamp</title><content type='html'>As I am sure you can see, it&#39;s been a while.&lt;br /&gt;
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Why is that you ask? Simply because I started this blog out of angst and a sense of misfortune and lately I simply have not been feeling that way. Life has been treating me well.&lt;br /&gt;
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For one, I am dating someone. His name is Garrett (Instagram: @garrettcervett) and he is simply the bestest. I didn&#39;t think I would be able to find someone who is able to put up with all of my crazy but it turns out I just needed someone who was just as crazy as I am. Shocking.&lt;br /&gt;
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With that I move into the point of this post: I am re-vamping. Everything. Prepare for a change in the blog as well as the new social media platforms I am beginning to utilize. Let&#39;s list some of these here:&lt;br /&gt;
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Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/bettencourtslife&lt;br /&gt;
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Instagram: @bettencourt11&lt;br /&gt;
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I will be adding more as they come about. Feel free to check me out there though.&lt;br /&gt;
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That&#39;s all for now. Check back soon for updates.&lt;br /&gt;
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Goodbye loves.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1133038443986463864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/2012/10/re-vamp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774424126997731678/posts/default/1133038443986463864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774424126997731678/posts/default/1133038443986463864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/2012/10/re-vamp.html' title='Re-Vamp'/><author><name>Bettencourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04578751524185096258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf-gjX1kjUUk14mIEbP4_9GMa4_0BEOJIf2DnAhyG09gg8zs_J7y7ftP2scuTeX44Cv5OAW3bZL5KODyyTq5zzm5Obpx63aVUw_fuPihJgacHiFcyu0Vicl_EbIWddPrI/s220/Snapshot_20120415.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Santa Cruz, CA 95060, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>36.9741171 -122.0307963</georss:point><georss:box>36.9233751 -122.1097603 37.0248591 -121.9518323</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774424126997731678.post-7244408490886269293</id><published>2012-05-20T15:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-20T15:39:19.457-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bitching"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="college"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="days"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gay"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="guys"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="out"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="peace"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="population"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="question"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rights"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shitfaces"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Success"/><title type='text'>Success is a State of Mind</title><content type='html'>Ok so I will be the first to admit that I have been pretty
terrible at posting on this these days. I’m gonna be frank with you all when I
say that my life has been crazy these past couple of days. It is entirely true
that I had the time to post on my blog. It had nothing to do with a lack of
time. What it had to do with was a complete lack of brain energy to go toward
it. I post when I can really just sit and type and zen out and I haven’t had a
lot of zen lately.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Which brings me into today’s topic: Taking time for your own
damn self. Why is it that our society measures an individual’s success on how
impressive their successes are? Because a person is born with opportunity and therefore
has the capability to achieve great things means they are more successful than
maybe a person who works full time, goes to school, and still manages to
maintain some semblance of a social life? I don’t think so. I don’t think so at
all.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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As my life progresses and I find myself entering new and
different phases of my experience I find myself confronted time and time again
with individuals who, even though they may not considered the most successful
people, inspire me everyday. The people whose lives I look at and can say, “Damn,
they have really made it. They were able to work hard and support themselves.”
And that is success to me. It is not someone who has a big fancy house, lots of
cars, 2.5 kids. It is the person who sees their surroundings and decides then
and there to do whatever it takes to make a change.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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And I salute you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Question of the day: Who inspires you? Who in your life do
you think is successful?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I also have been hearing some great things from some of you
and I would love for you to post our comments below. You don’t have to answer
the question of the day. Just tell me what you think.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ok back to figuring out this DAMN website.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Peace out shitfaces.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7244408490886269293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/2012/05/success-is-state-of-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774424126997731678/posts/default/7244408490886269293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774424126997731678/posts/default/7244408490886269293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/2012/05/success-is-state-of-mind.html' title='Success is a State of Mind'/><author><name>Bettencourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04578751524185096258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf-gjX1kjUUk14mIEbP4_9GMa4_0BEOJIf2DnAhyG09gg8zs_J7y7ftP2scuTeX44Cv5OAW3bZL5KODyyTq5zzm5Obpx63aVUw_fuPihJgacHiFcyu0Vicl_EbIWddPrI/s220/Snapshot_20120415.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>University of California Santa Cruz, 1156 High St, Santa Cruz, CA 95064, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>36.994794 -122.06227</georss:point><georss:box>36.982112 -122.082011 37.007476 -122.042529</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774424126997731678.post-5720911207357577015</id><published>2012-05-15T12:37:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-20T15:37:38.599-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="American"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ass"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bettencourt"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="drama"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fucking"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gender"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="out"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="peace"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Santa Cruz"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shitfaces"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="soul"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="universe"/><title type='text'>Gotta Have Soul</title><content type='html'>So I am
going to delve into a touchy subject here that has been weighing on my mind
lately. What would we as a species define as being a “soul”? What makes one individual
different from another and can someone change who they are in response to their
surroundings and experiences? It is simply the combined effects of chemical
reactions in our brain triggering different responses or is it something
greater? Is it something that ultimately drives our being?&lt;br /&gt;
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In my
personal experience I have come to a varied of conclusions when it comes to
this idea of “soul”. One, I do believe that a person’s “soul” is something
higher than just chemical reactions taking place to drive our actions. Now, I
am not going to get into this and start talking about God or sin or anything
like that. I am merely saying that this personality we create to embody our
lives is not predetermined. Very simply, it can be changed. It is a product of
our environment. Have no fear, in the coming days I will approach the subject
of changing gays.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Now, I
find myself approached with the idea that the soul can thus change. If we are a
product of a set of experiences then, as we grow, do new experiences change who
we are much like they did when we were younger? To this I would be forced to
say yes. Consider any individual who you have known for a long time (let’s say
3 years+). Now look at who they were when you first met them and the kind of
person that they are now. Look at the experiences that that person went through
since you met them. Can you find any evidence that their actions following those
events were different and there was a direct relation to the experience that
happened? I say yes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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However,
this occurs over a slow period of time. Usually. Usually one must experience an
event, process it, relate it back to xyr’s life and then learn and grow. But
sometimes, very rarely, an individual comes across an event which rocks them to
their core and changes them. It works to flip a switch, if you will. And a
process which would normally follow a slow and laborious timeline takes a leap forward.
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This
happens to me every couple of years or so. Something occurs in my life that shakes
me down to my core and changes my view on everything. Up until recently I had
been passive. Wandering through my year with no real sight or purpose. I would
take on a project and then not put my all into it, hoping in the end that
everything would work out. That has all changed.&lt;/div&gt;
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Over
the past couple of days I took a long hard look at who I was and where I was in
my life and I realized I had been trying to bullshit everyone, even myself. I
am not lazy. I am not passive. I am not a flake. I am determined. I am
level-headed. And I will cut a bitch. These months of me feeling sorry for
myself and being childish are over. For those of you who think I am not a
fighter are dead wrong. I&#39;m a survivor. I&#39;m goin&#39;na make it. I will survive. Keep
on survivin&#39;.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Question of the Day: What has happened that rocked your
world? How did it change you? Let me know!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Busy week ahead of me but I can do it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Peace out shitfaces.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5720911207357577015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/2012/05/gotta-have-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774424126997731678/posts/default/5720911207357577015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774424126997731678/posts/default/5720911207357577015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/2012/05/gotta-have-soul.html' title='Gotta Have Soul'/><author><name>Bettencourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04578751524185096258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf-gjX1kjUUk14mIEbP4_9GMa4_0BEOJIf2DnAhyG09gg8zs_J7y7ftP2scuTeX44Cv5OAW3bZL5KODyyTq5zzm5Obpx63aVUw_fuPihJgacHiFcyu0Vicl_EbIWddPrI/s220/Snapshot_20120415.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>University of California Santa Cruz, 1156 High St, Santa Cruz, CA 95064, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>36.994794 -122.06227</georss:point><georss:box>36.982112 -122.082011 37.007476 -122.042529</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774424126997731678.post-2933823144041740143</id><published>2012-05-11T15:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-11T16:56:24.540-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anti-christ"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ass"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bettencourt"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="buttfucked"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="college"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dick"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="drama"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dumb"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fuck"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fucking"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gay"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gender"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="guys"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="out"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="peace"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="repulsive"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sex"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shitfaces"/><title type='text'>I Am Fucking Pissed Off, Part Two</title><content type='html'>Ok welcome to part two. Following the post yesterday I took it upon myself to start researching what people think and the arguments that they have against gay marriage so as to better come back with a structured argument. I failed. Not because the points they were making were credible but because everything I found was completely insane. So instead, I decided to take one of the worst examples and show the world exactly what ignorance can do.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today, on the Huffington Post, a particularly heinous video was posted of a Nebraskan woman, Jane Skrovota, who took it upon herself to give a “scientific” examination on gay culture. What resulted was a five minute hate rant that made no logical sense at all. It is my duty as an online blogger to take this insane video and break it down for you. This will get graphic. Be prepared. Let’s begin.&lt;br /&gt;
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1.&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Gays are sadistic: So she has a few things in this one. My all-time favorite has to be that by inserting a p-e-n-i-s into an anus causes the intestines to burst, killing the person who is being penetrated. I mean seriously? In what deranged world does this make any sense? She uses this “fact” to say that gay men enjoying having sex with men so they can watch them die in the process. If this were true, about half of my male friends would be dead. Just sayin’.&lt;br /&gt;
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2.&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Gays cause genocide in hospitals: This one is pretty awesome because she doesn’t actually say anything as to why she believes this. Instead, she just goes ahead and says it. I would really like to hear why she thinks this cause honestly it doesn’t even make sense for a crazy person.&lt;br /&gt;
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3.&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;An individual found dead without clothes was “a gay” who was killed by their partner: Skrovota’s logic behind this one is an attack on our dear Whitney Houston. She says that Houston was found naked and dead in a bathtub and that she was obviously gay. Therefore, the only logical reason for her death was that some deranged lesbian killed her while trying to have sex with her. Anyone can say this is total bullshit so I won’t dwell on this one for too long.&lt;br /&gt;
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4.&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Anus licking causes sepsis”: Ok so Skrovota is saying here that going ass to mouth causes sepsis which, if left untreated, kills a person within thirty minutes. Human Centipede aside, I doubt that anyone was killed by a rimjob. Just didn’t happen. Where did she even get this statistic? She is already starting to piss me off more.&lt;br /&gt;
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5.&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Gay men molest boys because they “don’t have AIDS yet”: Ok this is really where her strange ramblings go into full blown insanity. He logic is that gay men, afraid of getting AIDS, rape small children so that they can dodge the bullet. First, just because a man is gay DOES NOT mean that he is going to go around raping children and just because a man is a child molester does not mean that he is gay. This is solid fact. Any person who has read a newspaper in the last couple decades could tell you this. The fact that she is saying this on television makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;
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6.&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;College students need single rooms to avoid “going gay”: This one is a gem among gems. Having same sex roommates makes you gay. Right? Wrong. Seeing how my roommate freshman year kicked me out regularly in order to bring his girlfriend back to the room I would say that having a homo as a roommate does not mean that you will join the lifestyle. Seeing how most of my readers are college students I would say that you can agree with me.&lt;br /&gt;
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7.&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;College women are seduced with roofies to “go gay”: Her example for this one is that Hilary Clinton’s lesbian roommate of four years made her gay by slipping her roofies because otherwise she would find it &quot;abhorrent&quot;. One: Hilary Clinton is not gay. I mean, she stayed with Bill even after the Monica Lewinski thing. Two: No one I know has ever slipped anyone roofies to convince them to be gay and I know A LOT of queers. That is just ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;
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8.&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;AIDS is a candida fungus disease: Her logic here is about the same as a math equation. AIDS can kill people. Corpses grow fungus. Therefore AIDS is caused by a fungus. Under the same logic since doing laundry makes the room warm and hot room can lead to dehydration and dehydration can kill. Therefore, NO ONE DO LAUNDRY. It will kill you.&lt;br /&gt;
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9.&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Everyone who committed treason by the year 2000 were gays: Not even going to go there. Go on Wikipedia.&lt;br /&gt;
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10.&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“A gay” is a behavior, not an identity: Ahh, the good old being gay is a phase argument. Being gay is not a disease. It is not a condition. It is not a behavior. Being gay is something that is caused by genetics. It is something that cannot be changed. Anyone who believes otherwise needs to seriously be talked to.&lt;br /&gt;
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11.&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Gays cause children to become, well, basically crazed: Oh sweet Jesus. This lady found something somewhere which says that all children from San Francisco are failing every single class in school and constantly rape each other because they are constantly surrounded by gay people making out. As someone from da bay who is attending a UC I would beg to differ. Where my bay kids at?&lt;br /&gt;
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12.&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Bisexuals always become insane: Do I even need to? I mean really? I know plenty of bisexuals living happy healthy bisexual lives and even though some of them can be annoying, as some people often are, none of them are insane. None.&lt;br /&gt;
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13.&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Judas was a homo who sabotaged Jesus’s &quot;kind ideas&quot;: This is when her religion really came out in full force. Judas, the man who turned in Jesus, was apparently a giant homo and turned Jesus in just for the hell of it. Was it because he was sadistic? Maybe it was because of the sepsis. Either way whatever version of the bible this woman owns really needs a new translation.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ok so I would like to start off by saying sorry this one is so long. I just didn’t have a choice in the matter. There was too much here. Bear in mind, this was a five minute video. I hope something here resonated in you. Please do not let this kind of ignorance continue. If you know someone who believes any one of these things, do the world a favor and educate them. Sit them down, listen to what they have to say and then calmly present them the facts. It will do everyone a massive favor.&lt;br /&gt;
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Question of the day: So the question of the day involves you watching the real video (link below) and then responding to it. What was your favorite part? What made you the angriest? How long did it take before you started only watching the guy behind her? Let me know.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ok, time to get this thing up and go to class.&lt;br /&gt;
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Peace out shitfaces.&lt;br /&gt;
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Link to the video:&amp;nbsp;http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/05/11/nebraska-woman-homophobia-rant-video_n_1509580.html?ref=fb&amp;amp;src=sp&amp;amp;mimi=1&amp;amp;comm_ref=false&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2933823144041740143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/2012/05/i-am-fucking-pissed-off-part-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774424126997731678/posts/default/2933823144041740143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774424126997731678/posts/default/2933823144041740143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/2012/05/i-am-fucking-pissed-off-part-two.html' title='I Am Fucking Pissed Off, Part Two'/><author><name>Bettencourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04578751524185096258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf-gjX1kjUUk14mIEbP4_9GMa4_0BEOJIf2DnAhyG09gg8zs_J7y7ftP2scuTeX44Cv5OAW3bZL5KODyyTq5zzm5Obpx63aVUw_fuPihJgacHiFcyu0Vicl_EbIWddPrI/s220/Snapshot_20120415.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>1156 High St, Santa Cruz, CA 95064, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>36.994794 -122.06227</georss:point><georss:box>36.982112 -122.082011 37.007476 -122.042529</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774424126997731678.post-3011307008382673226</id><published>2012-05-10T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-10T09:04:42.677-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="authority"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bitch"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bitching"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="drama"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dumb"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gay"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gender"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="guys"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="out"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="peace"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="queer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="question"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sex"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shitfaces"/><title type='text'>I Am Fucking Pissed Off, Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
Warning: While I fully encourage you to keep reading please do so with caution. Some of you may be outright angry when you reach the end of it. It won’t be pretty and it won’t be nice. Sorry but here we go.&lt;br /&gt;
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The world is an ever changing place. I think we can all agree on that. It was not until 1967 that a man and a woman of different ethnic backgrounds could marry. &amp;nbsp;It was not until 1985 until it became legal for a man and a woman to get divorced for any reason other than abandonment, cruelty, incurable mental illness, or adultery. These are two things which, now, seem to be obvious. To not allow these things seems cruel and, at least in the case of the former, blatantly racist. However, consider the fact that around that time being blatantly racist was not considered a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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So where am I going with this? Think about the people in your life who you may consider to be blatantly homophobic. Are there any who would not consider themselves to be homophobic but simply stated they are? I see no difference between that than the individuals during the 1960’s who were fighting for segregation. Now you know where I am going with this. To fight against the legalization of marriage for same-sex couples is homophobic. It is hate. No matter which way you attempt to cover your ass by trying to rationalize it, to not allow civil rights to a group of people based solely off of attributes which they have no control over such as sexual orientation is hate. Pure unadulterated hate.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now I have been presented with this idea of having civil unions which would entitle same-sex couples to all rights and privileges afforded by a marriage. This is complete and utter bullshit. For those who know me (and most of you do) then you know what one day I want to have kids. I do not want to bring children into this world though if I cannot be married to my partner. I do not want to live in fear of the day when my son or daughter comes home from school one day and asks, “Daddy, why aren’t you and Daddy married?” I do not want to have to look this sweet child in the eyes and explain to them that there are people in this world who feel that my love is not right and therefore should not be allowed to enjoy the privilege of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;
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So now I ask you to look at yourself. Put yourself in my shoes. Imagine you are a gay man. Or the child of gay parents. Or even the parent of a gay child. What would be fair rights to you? What would be equal? A reworked civil union? Or nothing short of full marriage equality?&lt;br /&gt;
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Please think about this. Chances are there will be a Part Two later today.&lt;br /&gt;
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Peace out shitfaces.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3011307008382673226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/2012/05/i-am-fucking-pissed-off-part-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774424126997731678/posts/default/3011307008382673226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774424126997731678/posts/default/3011307008382673226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/2012/05/i-am-fucking-pissed-off-part-one.html' title='I Am Fucking Pissed Off, Part One'/><author><name>Bettencourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04578751524185096258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf-gjX1kjUUk14mIEbP4_9GMa4_0BEOJIf2DnAhyG09gg8zs_J7y7ftP2scuTeX44Cv5OAW3bZL5KODyyTq5zzm5Obpx63aVUw_fuPihJgacHiFcyu0Vicl_EbIWddPrI/s220/Snapshot_20120415.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>1156 High St, Santa Cruz, CA 95064, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>36.994794 -122.06227</georss:point><georss:box>36.982112 -122.082011 37.007476 -122.042529</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774424126997731678.post-6221960154200342247</id><published>2012-05-09T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-09T20:20:35.310-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="American"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bettencourt"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="drama"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dumb"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fuck"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gay"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gender"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="men"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="out"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="peace"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="population"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="queer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rights"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shitfaces"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="straight"/><title type='text'>I Want to Get Gay Married</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
So it has been a long time since I have written anything that is critical of political policy so I figure, why not now? In the wake of today’s announcement from President Obama when he FINALLY publicly stated his support for gay marriage I have been barraged with internet shit regarding the situation. Obama decided, in response to Vice President Joe Biden’s comments regarding the subject earlier this week, to go on record that he too agreed that love is love and everyone should have equal rights. I am not the first to admit this is was a long time coming and it certainly came as no huge surprise.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now here is where my blood begins to boil just a small amount. The actual catalyst (at least in my head) is the passing of North Carolina’s Amendment One which prohibits same-sex couples from receiving a plethora of civil rights. This law, though extremely short in length, effectively removes any and all rights that a same-sex couple could ever have that opposite-sex couples currently enjoy. This is because the law doesn’t just say that gays can’t marry but it says that a marriage between and man and a woman will be the ONLY recognized UNION in the state.&lt;br /&gt;
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So how does this connect to Obama? Needless to say any rational and moral human being should read this and be totally outraged. Obama himself, after yesterday’s vote, came out to say that he was disappointed in what North Carolina had done (as were the rest of us). His then saying he supported same sex marriage was the final step in him finally admitting that something needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am now going to just put this out there: I want to get married. I want to find a good man who treats me right, get married, buy a house, and eventually start a family to raise into upstanding citizens. Then, when they are older and off to college I want to travel the world with my husband and eventually retire in comfort somewhere in California. When I think that there are people out there who, for whatever reason, want to limit the love that two people can show each other it seems cruel.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sorry folks, no question of the day today. I would rather everyone sit with what I just said and see how it personally affects you. Please do comment though and show your support. Simply tell me and everyone else reading this how this makes you feel.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now back to having no hope in the world.&lt;br /&gt;
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Peace out shitfaces.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6221960154200342247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/2012/05/i-want-to-get-gay-married.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774424126997731678/posts/default/6221960154200342247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774424126997731678/posts/default/6221960154200342247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/2012/05/i-want-to-get-gay-married.html' title='I Want to Get Gay Married'/><author><name>Bettencourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04578751524185096258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf-gjX1kjUUk14mIEbP4_9GMa4_0BEOJIf2DnAhyG09gg8zs_J7y7ftP2scuTeX44Cv5OAW3bZL5KODyyTq5zzm5Obpx63aVUw_fuPihJgacHiFcyu0Vicl_EbIWddPrI/s220/Snapshot_20120415.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>1156 High St, Santa Cruz, CA 95064, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>36.994794 -122.06227</georss:point><georss:box>36.982112 -122.082011 37.007476 -122.042529</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774424126997731678.post-163366165423737755</id><published>2012-05-08T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-08T12:39:39.957-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bettencourt"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bitch"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bitching"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="drama"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dumb"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fuck"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fuckers"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fucking"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gay"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="guys"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="out"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="peace"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="queer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sex"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shitfaces"/><title type='text'>An Introspection on Why I Give a Fuck</title><content type='html'>Ok ok, I know. It has been a really long time since I have gone on here and posted a new entry. However, if you knew what was going on in my life you would be surprised that I am posting anything even now. It has been a very long time since I needed to deal with so many different things at once and I am way out of practice. I used to be able to take a scenario, process it, and find the best possible way to deal with it with relative ease. Now once I find myself dealing with even two issues my brain goes on overload and I start to go a little crazy.&lt;br /&gt;
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So you may be wondering where I am going with this and you would be right to wonder that. So with all of these things on my mind I am forced to think simply, “What is it about me that puts me in these situations where I need to think this much?” Do I draw drama into me? Do I go out and seek to create it in order to entertain myself? Or do people simply find me so amusing and entertaining that they are drawn to be and with this surplus of people around me I have no choice but to be drawn into all of this?&lt;br /&gt;
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Of those, I obviously like the last option the most. I mean, who wouldn’t? So going off of this concept that people are drawn to me and therefore they drag the drama with them then why does this not happen to everyone? Everyone has friends but for some reason I am the only one who finds himself in these situations. Upon further review I realize it has to do entirely with the fact that I simply give too much of a shit. If I could surround myself with people and not care about them so much then I wouldn’t have these problems.&lt;br /&gt;
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So where go from here? I wish I could say that from now on I will live my life with an IDGAF attitude but I simply can’t. I apologize if it seemed like this was useless because I didn’t really change at the end of it but it was really to address those who know me who think I am just super dramatic and do it for fun. I don’t do it for fun. Being wrapped up in this drama isn’t fun. I just care about people. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;
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Question of the day: Do you like drama? Do you find yourself involved in a lot of drama?&lt;br /&gt;
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Back to my least favorite class.&lt;br /&gt;
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Peace out shitfaces.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/feeds/163366165423737755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/2012/05/introspection-on-why-i-give-fuck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774424126997731678/posts/default/163366165423737755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774424126997731678/posts/default/163366165423737755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/2012/05/introspection-on-why-i-give-fuck.html' title='An Introspection on Why I Give a Fuck'/><author><name>Bettencourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04578751524185096258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf-gjX1kjUUk14mIEbP4_9GMa4_0BEOJIf2DnAhyG09gg8zs_J7y7ftP2scuTeX44Cv5OAW3bZL5KODyyTq5zzm5Obpx63aVUw_fuPihJgacHiFcyu0Vicl_EbIWddPrI/s220/Snapshot_20120415.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Village Rd, University of California, Santa Cruz, Santa Cruz, CA 95064, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>36.9903333 -122.0586009</georss:point><georss:box>36.9776503 -122.0783419 37.003016300000006 -122.0388599</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774424126997731678.post-3868721268732481295</id><published>2012-05-04T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-04T17:12:41.181-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="American"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ASPCA"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bettencourt"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bitch"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Central"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Comedy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="commercials"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="couch"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dumb"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fox"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fucking"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Idol"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="News"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="out"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="peace"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="puppies"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shitfaces"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="soul"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="television"/><title type='text'>Dead Puppies</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
So I am watching TV, kicking back with a beverage and enjoying one of my favorite shows, Tosh.0, when all of a sudden, directly following a killer joke that had me coughing up my drink, came on one of the saddest commercials ever. Anyone who has ever watched television knows exactly what I am talking about: The Sarah McLaughlin ASPCA commercials. Those sad homeless dogs practically crying through the screen while Sarah sings in her soft yet powerful voice gets me right in my soul every time. Can there ever be a sadder commercial? Let me help you out. The answer is hell no.&lt;br /&gt;
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Let me be real right now. Those commercials are damn good because they are so effective. No one is going to watch that shit without wanting to immediately go out and rescue a dog. However, there is this little thing called “Target Audience” that the people at the ASPCA need to figure out. No one who is sitting around at 4:40 on a Friday afternoon watching Comedy Central is going to want to be disturbed by that heart crushing commercial. Play it during something more along the lines of Fox News or American Idol. Something that is typically watched by families or people who are going to go out and get a dog because they saw the commercial. I mean, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;
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If I were them, I would not play it then. If they actually want to play a commercial during these times and not piss people off, simply make a new commercial. Something with upbeat, happy dogs frolicking in a meadow being happy and playful much like the people who watch Tosh.0. Happy and playful. Maybe I should get a job at the ASPCA in their market department. I would totally rock that shit hardcore.&lt;br /&gt;
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Question of the day: What is your least favorite commercial? What would you do to make it better? I’ll give it a looksee and give you my opinion on it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ok and back to Comedy Central as I wait for my bestie to show up. So excited for the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;
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Peace out shitfaces.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3868721268732481295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/2012/05/dead-puppies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774424126997731678/posts/default/3868721268732481295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774424126997731678/posts/default/3868721268732481295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/2012/05/dead-puppies.html' title='Dead Puppies'/><author><name>Bettencourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04578751524185096258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf-gjX1kjUUk14mIEbP4_9GMa4_0BEOJIf2DnAhyG09gg8zs_J7y7ftP2scuTeX44Cv5OAW3bZL5KODyyTq5zzm5Obpx63aVUw_fuPihJgacHiFcyu0Vicl_EbIWddPrI/s220/Snapshot_20120415.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Village Rd, University of California, Santa Cruz, Santa Cruz, CA 95064, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>36.9903333 -122.0586009</georss:point><georss:box>36.9776503 -122.0783419 37.003016300000006 -122.0388599</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774424126997731678.post-654236491401728474</id><published>2012-05-03T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-23T10:52:00.384-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ass"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bettencourt"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bitch"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bitching"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="club"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="days"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="drama"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dumb"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friends"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fuck"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="goal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="group"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="horror"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="out"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="peace"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="project"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shitfaces"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wrench"/><title type='text'>One Big Room, Full of Dumb Bitches</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
I would like to take this opportunity to address an issue that seems to be plaguing my life as of late: Stupid people. Ok, let me be more specific before you all thing I am some insensitive prick. The people who are continually bothering me seemingly every single day are the ones who are completely insensitive to other peoples’ wants, needs, and lives so long as their own agendas are pushed in the faces of those trying to get shit done. What do I mean by this? Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;
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So say you are in a group of people all working towards a common goal. It is in the benefit of all of those involved that this project is completed to the highest standard possible, agreed? So when one person tries to unify the seemingly shattered group it can be looked upon as a good thing especially when that individual is going out of their way to put other things to the wayside in order to ensure the highest quality result on the project. Now throw into this mix a couple of people who, although they are nice and well-meaning people, decide to throw wrench after wrench into the plan despite a general consensus on what the path the project should take will be.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, for those of you who may be reading this and thinking, “God Bettencourt, you are such a passive aggressive asshole. Why would you write this here instead of talking to the group about it?” chances are this post has nothing to do with you. This is an experience that I (and anyone who has ever done a group project) has encountered. I feel like we can all get behind this and say that it is as annoying as fucknuts. When the deadline for a project is rapidly approaching and a good chunk of your reputation relies on its successful completion, in what world does it seem responsible or even right to derail the thing entirely?&lt;br /&gt;
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So here’s the question of the day: What is your worst group project horror story? Does it have to do with school, or a club, or even with friends (take for example: You were all planning on getting together at a certain time and place and one friend changed it last minute and not everyone got the memo so the day had to be scrapped)? &amp;nbsp;I’m curious. Let me know.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now I am off to a well needed lunch with one of my favorite people ever.&lt;br /&gt;
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Peace out shitfaces.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/feeds/654236491401728474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/2012/05/one-big-room-full-of-dumb-bitches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774424126997731678/posts/default/654236491401728474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774424126997731678/posts/default/654236491401728474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/2012/05/one-big-room-full-of-dumb-bitches.html' title='One Big Room, Full of Dumb Bitches'/><author><name>Bettencourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04578751524185096258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf-gjX1kjUUk14mIEbP4_9GMa4_0BEOJIf2DnAhyG09gg8zs_J7y7ftP2scuTeX44Cv5OAW3bZL5KODyyTq5zzm5Obpx63aVUw_fuPihJgacHiFcyu0Vicl_EbIWddPrI/s220/Snapshot_20120415.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Village Rd, University of California, Santa Cruz, Santa Cruz, CA 95064, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>36.9903333 -122.0586009</georss:point><georss:box>36.939618800000005 -122.1375649 37.0410478 -121.9796369</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774424126997731678.post-7318958028333594009</id><published>2012-05-02T17:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-02T17:34:17.174-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bitch"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bitching"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bravo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="days"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dollars"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="finale"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fucking"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="men"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="out"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="peace"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="queer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="real"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reality"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="season"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shitfaces"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="television"/><title type='text'>How Real is Reality?</title><content type='html'>So let’s all just be real with each other for a hot second and agree that the world is a very strange place. I often find myself sitting in my living room watching my Bravo shows and I think to myself, “Come on, I could totally get a show on this channel.” Bravo already does an amazing job taking problem that I am sure are really actually quite small in real life and blowing them entirely out of proportion into being giant life altering issues that could end the world. I mean, how hard could it be? You are just sitting around with your friends talking to each other and it for some reason makes great television.&lt;br /&gt;
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The biggest issue with having my own show as I see it would be that the average person does not have enough drama in their life to fill a television show. However, for those of you reading this that are really close to me, you all know that I could totally do that. Just rewind over the past year alone and think about all of the things that could really be taken by a crew and made into practically Season Finale episodes. Spring quarter and summer last year was nothing short of a shit show. I would totally watch that on TV. And probably feel sorry for the poor chap.&lt;br /&gt;
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So I took this concept (me having a Bravo show) and started looking around at how I live my life. Short of me sitting and doing homework or writing I spend most of my time with someone talking about drama or making terrible jokes. If you look at the shows, that’s really all they are. All that these people do is sit around, drink, and talk shit. I could TOTALLY be paid to do that. I would fucking love to be paid millions of dollars to have people trail me with cameras and be shocked at the stupid shit I find myself having to do. Life sucks brah.&lt;br /&gt;
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So here’s my question: Would you be down to have some strangers with cameras following you around and documenting your life? If so, what would the theme of your show be? (Mine would be Real Housewives style.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Now back to watching Million Dollar Listing. That shit cray.&lt;br /&gt;
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Peace out shitfaces.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7318958028333594009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/2012/05/how-real-is-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774424126997731678/posts/default/7318958028333594009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774424126997731678/posts/default/7318958028333594009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/2012/05/how-real-is-reality.html' title='How Real is Reality?'/><author><name>Bettencourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04578751524185096258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf-gjX1kjUUk14mIEbP4_9GMa4_0BEOJIf2DnAhyG09gg8zs_J7y7ftP2scuTeX44Cv5OAW3bZL5KODyyTq5zzm5Obpx63aVUw_fuPihJgacHiFcyu0Vicl_EbIWddPrI/s220/Snapshot_20120415.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Village Rd, University of California, Santa Cruz, Santa Cruz, CA 95064, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>36.9903333 -122.0586009</georss:point><georss:box>36.9776503 -122.0783419 37.003016300000006 -122.0388599</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774424126997731678.post-1854374122868351717</id><published>2012-05-01T12:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-23T10:51:09.833-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Alpha"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chapter"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Delta"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="drama"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friendship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fuckers"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gay"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="guys"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lambda"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="olympics"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="out"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="peace"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="psi"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="queer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Santa Cruz"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shitfaces"/><title type='text'>You Don&#39;t Choose Your Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
So I will be the first one to admit that I have dropped the ball on writing lately. I set out out on the blog writing&amp;nbsp;endeavor&amp;nbsp;saying that I would post something about my life every single day for three years. Let&#39;s be real though, I have a life. Sorry kiddos. However, considering how completely jam packed my weekend was I am willing to forgive me if you guys are.&lt;br /&gt;
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So I could easily sit here and do a play by play of what happened but you and me both know that that simply is not my style. What I am going to talk about is this idea of family. For the majority of my childhood and adolescence, I was engrained with the notion that a family consisted exclusively of individuals who are related to you by either blood or marriage and if not then they simply are not your family.&lt;br /&gt;
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However, for all of you who either have gone through college (like myself) or are still in high school but have found a good group to be close to this idea is simply not fucking true. I have found a second family. These kids are my family. These forty or so members of my frat have become members of my family. For those of you reading this who are in my frat or know of us then you’ll know that when it comes to family dynamic ours may be the most fucked but, to be perfectly honest, you can suck it.&lt;br /&gt;
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I make fun of them a lot but I really want them to know that I could not live without them. It has been a while since I was able to say this out loud because of some drama going on in my personal life that has found its way to slither into my frat life but after going through somewhat of a transformation over the past couple of weeks I feel like it is time to now admit all of this. No matter what I have done or what I have said, you are all in my heart. And if you don&#39;t say amazing things at my funeral, I will haunt you forever.&lt;br /&gt;
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That’s really all I need to say about this. I love these fuckers. All of them. With all of my heart. And I can honestly say that without them being in college would kill me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aiight, question of the day: Who is your second family? What would you do without them? How do they affect your life?&lt;br /&gt;
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Now back to feigning attention in the WORST class ever.&lt;br /&gt;
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Peace out shitfaces.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1854374122868351717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/2012/05/you-dont-chose-your-family.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774424126997731678/posts/default/1854374122868351717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774424126997731678/posts/default/1854374122868351717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/2012/05/you-dont-chose-your-family.html' title='You Don&#39;t Choose Your Family'/><author><name>Bettencourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04578751524185096258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf-gjX1kjUUk14mIEbP4_9GMa4_0BEOJIf2DnAhyG09gg8zs_J7y7ftP2scuTeX44Cv5OAW3bZL5KODyyTq5zzm5Obpx63aVUw_fuPihJgacHiFcyu0Vicl_EbIWddPrI/s220/Snapshot_20120415.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><georss:featurename>Village Rd, University of California, Santa Cruz, Santa Cruz, CA 95064, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>36.9903333 -122.0586009</georss:point><georss:box>36.9776503 -122.0783419 37.003016300000006 -122.0388599</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774424126997731678.post-8287494541768514345</id><published>2012-04-27T22:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-28T11:54:29.556-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Captain"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="center"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="downtown"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fuck"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fucking"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="girls"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ladies"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Morgan"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="of"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="opera"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="out"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pants"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="peace"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="phantom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Santa Cruz"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shitfaces"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="store"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thrift"/><title type='text'>Thrifty Spice</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
So there are several pretty damn magical aspects about Santa Cruz that you don’t really realize until you’re trapped here twenty-four hours a day seven days a week. One of the few pleasures of this town is the fact that it is practically swimming with thrift stores (most likely to serve the ever expanding quantity of homeless people wandering the streets downtown). &amp;nbsp;One of the finest gems in this category is found nestled on Front Street between two kind of scary parking lots. Because of the fact that it is known by several different names I’ll list them all here so everyone will know what I am talking about: Thrift Center, Santa Cruz Thrift, Community Thrift Store, and the 50% off store.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today was the day when my ladies and I ventured off campus to go on a date night down to the Thrift Center. I have to say, I FUCKING LOVE THIS STORE. Vern got some cute shit and Vic got a little sexy black beaded onesie that she’s cutting the thong off of. I know, sounds bizarre but believe me it’s going to be sexy as fucknuts. And, even though I’m on what can only be describe as a vagabond budget, managed out the door with a T-Shirt that says “Property of Captain Morgan”. Now come on, is anything truer? I think not. I’ve taken it and cut it up into a tank for the beach tomorrow. Super excited!&lt;br /&gt;
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So now we come to the real issue in this post, is anything better than a good thrift store? I mean, come on. When you’re in college and you need new clothes because you feel weird wearing the same thing to the same class multiple times where else will you shop? You can’t exactly go to Urban Outfitters or American Apparel every time you need a new fucking shirt or shorts. So you are left going to a store where you buy things that were probably made before you were and people gave them up to get fifty cents taken off their taxes at the end of the year. And you know what? I love it.&lt;br /&gt;
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So we come to the question of the day: What is your favorite place to buy cheap shit? What do you usually get there? Leave a comment (any maybe a picture of your favorite thing?).&lt;br /&gt;
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Ok, back to watching The Phantom of the Opera with my ladies.&lt;br /&gt;
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Peace out shitfaces.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8287494541768514345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/2012/04/thrifty-spice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774424126997731678/posts/default/8287494541768514345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7774424126997731678/posts/default/8287494541768514345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettencourtslife.blogspot.com/2012/04/thrifty-spice.html' title='Thrifty Spice'/><author><name>Bettencourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04578751524185096258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf-gjX1kjUUk14mIEbP4_9GMa4_0BEOJIf2DnAhyG09gg8zs_J7y7ftP2scuTeX44Cv5OAW3bZL5KODyyTq5zzm5Obpx63aVUw_fuPihJgacHiFcyu0Vicl_EbIWddPrI/s220/Snapshot_20120415.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7774424126997731678.post-166193335705459142</id><published>2012-04-26T16:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-26T16:32:08.195-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ass"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bitch"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bitching"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="buttfucked"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cuddle"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Earth"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gay"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gender"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="out"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="peace"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="population"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="queer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="question"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Santa Cruz"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shitfaces"/><title type='text'>A Tank of Gay Sharks</title><content type='html'>Dating can be a tricky subject for anyone. Now take that anyone and have them swim the waters of college looking for that special someone. Now on top of all that give them a possible 5% of the population who might be physically attracted to them based off of gender. &amp;nbsp;Just when you thought that navigating the waters of dating could not get any more challenging, think again. If you were convinced straight kids had it rough, think again.&lt;br /&gt;
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Let’s break this shit down. The biggest complaint when it comes to dating is that finding someone to date is difficult. However, let’s take a little looksee at this one. Take a gay male bodied individual for example, we’ll call him Bettencourt. Bettencourt is a gay man who’s demographic for dating consists of other gay men. Now let’s be extremely generalizing and say that the population of the Earth is split evenly fifty/fifty between men and women. So Bettencourt, in theory, could only be attracted to fifty percent of the population. Now, out of one hundred it is theorized that ten percent would be gay. This means that five percent of the world’s population are gay male bodied individuals. Therefore, in theory, in a room filled with one hundred people a straight man would theoretically have forty-five people to date whereas Bettencourt would only have four (seeing as he would be one of the five in the room).&lt;br /&gt;
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Now don’t get me wrong, I am not just bitching for bitchings sake. Over the past couple of months I think I have been in talks with at least ten different guys to prospectively date. I know what you might be thinking, “Well B doesn’t this go against your theory seeing how you seem to be having no problem finding gays?” Well there you would be wrong. It is true that I have been able to find gays around me, thanks to some (let’s call it) futuristic networking, but as you can tell by my thinly veiled bitterness, they were all flops. If I had a larger base of people to approach I would be able to be more selective and only try to get involved with people who I already know I would be compatible with as opposed to throwing myself around hoping something sticks.&lt;br /&gt;
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And that brings us to the glorious question of the day: What was your worst date ever? Did you ever see the person again? Do you think they would have been good for you if the date had gone better?&lt;br /&gt;
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And with that I return to my regularly scheduled day.&lt;br /&gt;
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Peace out shitfaces.&lt;br /&gt;
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