Daytona 500! Hooray, let's go racin, boys... boogety boogety boo.

So I was browsing and came across an old friend's livejournal... interesting stuff. Completely different than anything i've read from any other friends before. Verbose. Random, somewhat. Completely introspective. A little... cynical? It's hard to say what it felt like...

So people say that it's bad to be judgmental and we should all be open minded. But... if we're posting our thoughts and feelings to the entire internet community, is it any wonder why judgments are made? I used my handy dandy dictionary (i love my ibook, btw), and it says that a judgment is the ability to make a considered decisions or to come to sensible conclusions. BUT the word judgmental is defined as having or displaying an excessively critical point of view. How can judgment sound so... politically correct but judgmental is making judgments but completely wrong and bad?

Anyways, I say this because... because I wanted to make a judgment without sounding judgmental. And that is... that I think my parents are right when they say that young people always think they know so much about everything, and we mouth off because we think we know better. Because we think we're right. And that's what I came across in that blog... this young person feeling as if she is so wise beyond her years.

I know I say the same thing about myself. But let's really face it... we're twenty, twenty one. Our "experience"... usually starts around what, the age of twelve? So we think we know so much because we've "lived" for the past eight or nine years.

Is it wrong to think that we're just a bunch of drama queens who like to make a big deal about ourselves and our lives because it helps us to know that we're not just specks in the universe? That statement/question was definitely judgmental, I concede, but... when we try to get off sounding all wise and dramatic and critical and verbose... it just makes you wonder.

Am I being hypocritical... probably. But to me, this is all a learning process; I like to see, either through myself or through other people... what others see. I think that I learn about myself through others' actions... similarities... what I wouldn't do, what I probably shouldn't do but totally mirror.

I think I'm just scared right now because I realize how much I don't know... especially when it's becoming clearer that I should know a lot more than I do, and I should be ready to be responsible for that knowledge. That I don't have. Yet.

Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans.

Not to say that I won't keep blogging about completely trivial going ons (or is it goings on) regularly... I don't know, I guess I was just hit at the way this blog was written, the point of view, the body of the stories, the thought process. It's that kind of voyeurism that goes deeper than the twelve allowable pictures on MySpace. Looking into what felt like a thought process.

I was at an event today... admitted students visit day. The over eager high school seniors who applied for early admission into USF and their over eager parents trying to figure out if they really felt like paying private school tuition for a teeny school with terrible parking. If I knew then what I know now... well, to be honest, I wouldn't know much more, epiphany wise.

It's past midnight, but happy belated birthday to my roommate stephanie. seven years ago from when you kept saying hello to me and i kept wondering who is this girl that knows my name. now you're telling me the differences between tia and tamera mowry. and when i look like pepto bismol. let's keep a tally about how often we get carded. so far i'm two out of four. whoever loses is tita old maid.