Today I read a news story that Brad Pitt/Angelina Jolie donated $1 million to four different Iraq war relief funds. I think this is a great effort, but it's getting me to think: how much is $1 mill to those two? Don't they get at least $10 mill/movie? Their charity does not stop with this effort, obviously, but still. This amount coming from these two actually doesn't impress me that much. I hope it's because I don't see how much money they give in many different places, but I doubt it.
These two people seem to be very giving, but I'd like to think I'd give way more if I could. Is $1 mill still a lot? To me and most of the world it is, but to people as rich as these two, not so much. I think if they gave upwards of $10 mill their cause would get much more attention, which is what I assume they are doing by releasing their donation to the press.
Check the story here: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2008/06/25/brad-pitt-and-angelina-jo_n_109230.html
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Monday, June 23, 2008
the rest...
of Indiana was full of family and that's about it. I found out that most of my cousins are awesome baseball/softball players and they are all pretty funny. My youngest cousin can eat 2 hot dogs, a huge bag of onion rings and a chocolate shake. She's only 9. I was amazed.
Here in LA everything is finally cooling off after an AWFUL heatwave. Thankfully the heat here is dry, not humid, so it wasn't so bad. It was still so hot that if you went outside you felt like the sun was melting your skin off. Everyone went to the beach, except for me. I avoided outside with a passion. TOO HOT!!
PS I have recently started having allergies. My throat is scratchy and chest feels like it's caving. I have a stuffy nose. Does anyone have any ideas on what might help me? Benedryl is not helping....
Here in LA everything is finally cooling off after an AWFUL heatwave. Thankfully the heat here is dry, not humid, so it wasn't so bad. It was still so hot that if you went outside you felt like the sun was melting your skin off. Everyone went to the beach, except for me. I avoided outside with a passion. TOO HOT!!
PS I have recently started having allergies. My throat is scratchy and chest feels like it's caving. I have a stuffy nose. Does anyone have any ideas on what might help me? Benedryl is not helping....
Monday, June 16, 2008
finally more indiana...
Ok so it's been awhile. I've had a birthday and laziness to deal with. Here's how the rest of the Indiana trip went:
The second day I slept way too much because of the red eye and little nap time the day before. I finally woke up around noon (?) and just sat around looking at old photos for awhile. My family is crazy about cameras apparently. And back then I was crazy about being in photos. Then my grandmother took me out for lunch at this cute little restaurant and one of my old classmates' parent was my waitress. For those who don't know I was in Teen People, so in my small town I'm kinda a celebrity. So this lady made a big deal of it and finding out that I was in LA, she said, "Oh isn't it scary?" I guess I should have told her there are three rival gangs who all have knife fights right outside my window, but no, not scary at all. Instead, I told the truth.
Anyways, I finally decide to set off for my three hour trip to see my best friends, the scc. The drive was long, but nice because I got to remind myself just how different Indiana is from the big city. When I finally arrived at my destination Tim was just getting home from work. Tim is like the boy version of me and he is one of the best friends I will ever have. I hadn't seen him in 2 years, but it felt just like old times right away.
His brother was there too and Nate eventually showed up. We decided to get some beers (36 of 'em) for the four of us and proceeded to drink each and everyone of them. On Nate's first beer Tim made him laugh so hard he puked (gross) and after Tim had 3 beers (maybe a few more) plus a wine cooler (it was all we had left) he puked. Me, Nate, and Tim's bro went to get more beers, which was not necessary. I honestly thought I was going to die on that car ride. Tim's brother was quite entertaining putting his whole body through the sun roof though. Don't drink and drive.
Nate and Tim passed out way too early, so me and Tim's bro stayed up drinking for a bit. He's so much younger than me I felt like I was giving him life advice or something and that I was like 50 years old. Weird, but at least I didn't have to go to bed. In the morning we both had awful hangovers. Tim and Nate were fine. I guess there is some benefit of going to bed early. But nothing a little Advil can't cure.
Eventually I had to go home. It's always tough saying bye to those guys, but for once I didn't cry like a retard.
I arrived back in the HC around 5, just in time for my joint birthday party with three other cousins. Let me explain this to you. Every year we have a bday party for me (25), with three other cousins who are 20, 15, and 13. It has become too much. Actually it was too much about 10 years ago. The only reason we put up with this is to keep my grandmother happy. But really we are all getting too old now.
After the 'party' I go to one of my cousin's ball games. He pitches a no-hitter. I practice throwing popcorn into his younger sister's mouth for most of the game. It was fun. Then I went to another cousin's game. She played alright, but by the time I got there I didn't really get to see much of her skills. She played on the field I used to play on though and it brought back a lot of memories of when I was forced onto the field to pretend like I wasn't afraid of the ball.
The second day I slept way too much because of the red eye and little nap time the day before. I finally woke up around noon (?) and just sat around looking at old photos for awhile. My family is crazy about cameras apparently. And back then I was crazy about being in photos. Then my grandmother took me out for lunch at this cute little restaurant and one of my old classmates' parent was my waitress. For those who don't know I was in Teen People, so in my small town I'm kinda a celebrity. So this lady made a big deal of it and finding out that I was in LA, she said, "Oh isn't it scary?" I guess I should have told her there are three rival gangs who all have knife fights right outside my window, but no, not scary at all. Instead, I told the truth.
Anyways, I finally decide to set off for my three hour trip to see my best friends, the scc. The drive was long, but nice because I got to remind myself just how different Indiana is from the big city. When I finally arrived at my destination Tim was just getting home from work. Tim is like the boy version of me and he is one of the best friends I will ever have. I hadn't seen him in 2 years, but it felt just like old times right away.
His brother was there too and Nate eventually showed up. We decided to get some beers (36 of 'em) for the four of us and proceeded to drink each and everyone of them. On Nate's first beer Tim made him laugh so hard he puked (gross) and after Tim had 3 beers (maybe a few more) plus a wine cooler (it was all we had left) he puked. Me, Nate, and Tim's bro went to get more beers, which was not necessary. I honestly thought I was going to die on that car ride. Tim's brother was quite entertaining putting his whole body through the sun roof though. Don't drink and drive.
Nate and Tim passed out way too early, so me and Tim's bro stayed up drinking for a bit. He's so much younger than me I felt like I was giving him life advice or something and that I was like 50 years old. Weird, but at least I didn't have to go to bed. In the morning we both had awful hangovers. Tim and Nate were fine. I guess there is some benefit of going to bed early. But nothing a little Advil can't cure.
Eventually I had to go home. It's always tough saying bye to those guys, but for once I didn't cry like a retard.
I arrived back in the HC around 5, just in time for my joint birthday party with three other cousins. Let me explain this to you. Every year we have a bday party for me (25), with three other cousins who are 20, 15, and 13. It has become too much. Actually it was too much about 10 years ago. The only reason we put up with this is to keep my grandmother happy. But really we are all getting too old now.
After the 'party' I go to one of my cousin's ball games. He pitches a no-hitter. I practice throwing popcorn into his younger sister's mouth for most of the game. It was fun. Then I went to another cousin's game. She played alright, but by the time I got there I didn't really get to see much of her skills. She played on the field I used to play on though and it brought back a lot of memories of when I was forced onto the field to pretend like I wasn't afraid of the ball.
Monday, June 2, 2008
home day #1
The flight from LAX to Indy is about 4 hours. I took a red eye and even with the use of Tylenol PM I managed only about an hour of sleep. I did get to see some beautiful/terrifying lightning below me when we were going over Kansas.
I landed at 7 a.m. and my mom was waiting for me with her new husband. He is always a little awkward around me, but I know she loves him so I just deal with it. I was incredibly tense about going home and the exhaustion wasn't helping. We stopped for breakfast and then began the two hour drive home. I tried to sleep, but, of course, my mom talked most of the time.
I took a nap as soon as we got to my mom's house. It was just like always, except even more cluttered. I do not understand why my mom (and grandmother and great-grandmother) think they have to keep everything. If you know me well you know that I don't have a hard time giving things up when I'm done with them, almost to a fault. I do this because of my family's hoarding habit.
As soon as I woke up my mom took me over to my grandmother's for the Memorial Day bbq. My whole extended family was over there. I'm the second oldest out of all of my cousins, the oldest of the girls. They all kind of look up to me, so everyone was trying to get me to do things with them. I managed to play tennis with my youngest cousin, which was interesting. She's eight, but apparently she looks just like me. Everyone was taking pictures left and right. It drove me crazy.
It seemed that almost everyone was doing alright. It was weird being at my grandmother's after my grandfather died. I went to his grave for the first time and that was sad. I felt very bad for not coming to his funeral last year. But I really think my family members would rather me spend time with them alive and not spend my life savings trying to go to their funeral.
Oh and we all got to do smores. This was always one of my favorite things to do when I was little. We just put the marshmallows over the grill. SOOOOOO GOOD! The first day was nice and a lot less pressure than I expected, thank god.
I landed at 7 a.m. and my mom was waiting for me with her new husband. He is always a little awkward around me, but I know she loves him so I just deal with it. I was incredibly tense about going home and the exhaustion wasn't helping. We stopped for breakfast and then began the two hour drive home. I tried to sleep, but, of course, my mom talked most of the time.
I took a nap as soon as we got to my mom's house. It was just like always, except even more cluttered. I do not understand why my mom (and grandmother and great-grandmother) think they have to keep everything. If you know me well you know that I don't have a hard time giving things up when I'm done with them, almost to a fault. I do this because of my family's hoarding habit.
As soon as I woke up my mom took me over to my grandmother's for the Memorial Day bbq. My whole extended family was over there. I'm the second oldest out of all of my cousins, the oldest of the girls. They all kind of look up to me, so everyone was trying to get me to do things with them. I managed to play tennis with my youngest cousin, which was interesting. She's eight, but apparently she looks just like me. Everyone was taking pictures left and right. It drove me crazy.
It seemed that almost everyone was doing alright. It was weird being at my grandmother's after my grandfather died. I went to his grave for the first time and that was sad. I felt very bad for not coming to his funeral last year. But I really think my family members would rather me spend time with them alive and not spend my life savings trying to go to their funeral.
Oh and we all got to do smores. This was always one of my favorite things to do when I was little. We just put the marshmallows over the grill. SOOOOOO GOOD! The first day was nice and a lot less pressure than I expected, thank god.
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