Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Global Civil Society
So when we are quoting an article, but the article is quoting someone else, do we just cite the paper we read the info from or must we go back and cite the original? I had forgotten...

Thursday, March 09, 2006

two many theories

In connection with question 1, can anyone give me a kind of one sentence reminder of what the 'rational choice theory of social action' is?

Monday, December 23, 2002

ok, i think i finally figured this blogger thing out.

so sunday i had yella spend the night with me. that's my best friend. or rather, she used to be until she decided to ditch me for the upperclassmen and my sister. she came over and we were trying to figure out what to do when stephanie calls my house. to talk to yella. she grabs the phone and asumes the "happy" voice that she uses when socializing. i lay on my bed, watching a moth fly around me ceiling fan and listening to yella get more and more excited and squeal-y. then i hear her say, "oh, i'd LOVE to. lemme ask." she puts her hand over the phone and looks at me all bright-eyed. "stephanie wants us to go to the ballroom with her and dustin."

i shoot a look at kalli, who's on the computer. she's the one yella's been talkin to for the last hour while i've been studing the vines on my ceiling. kalli knows what i'm thinking. i say, "who's gonna be there?"

"oh lots of people. jared and katie, dustin and staphanie, chelsey, dani, jared, jon, chad, colby, nathan, brent..." she fades off, hoping i won't see the flush that's come to her face from mentioning HIS name.

i give kalli another look. "danielle, i really don't feel like getting dressed up to go dancin at the ballroom with a ton of people i don't even care about."

"pleeeease," she begs. "it'll be so much fun."

kalli comes to my rescue just like the perfect older sister. "i really don't feel like going out either. plus you'd have to ask my mom."

that does it. yella hates talking to my mom. she thinks mom hates her, when mom really doesn't. she thinks of yella as part of the family so she feels free to treat her like one of the kids. this scares yella and has for ten years.

"oh. yeah." she turns back to the phone. "sorry steph, but we can't go... uh huh... alright.. have fun... bye." she tossed the phone onto my bed and slumps down in my chair.

i try to make amends. "i'm sorry danielle. i just don't really feel like dancing right now."

she gives me a fake drill-team smile. "oh it's ok. dani won't be able to go now, but it's fine."

i know she wants me to ask, but i don't care. "what, dani can't go unless you do?"

"basically. her parents are real strict like that." she returns to her slumped position and stares at the floor.

great. so now she's gonna be mope-y for the rest of the evening. i almost wish i had decided to have her spend the night on an impulse. she diden't want to anyway. i asked her on messenger and she wrote back that she'd "have to see if she could." translates into "if no one else asks me to do anything i will."

i don't need this. here i am tryin to save our ten year friendship and all she cares about is going out to be close to that bastard brent.

so we spend maybe an hour like that with yella occasionally talking to kalli. not me of course. i'm the one who's going to screw up her social life. then one of kalli's college friends comes over and wisks kalli away. yea. now me and yella are alone with nothing to do. i'm dying to know what's up with her and her sort of ex-boyfriend, but i don't want her to know that. but she does and brings him up. "i really need to see brent. i gotta call him soon..." then she launches into talking about everything disgusting thing she thinks is so wonderful about that jackass. she tells me that she really still likes him even though they broke up last may and how she can't help it and how she thinks of him all the time and how she wants to be with ihm and all this other crap. she doesn't notice my silence. the other danielle would've, but the new? please. it might actually require her to listen to something i say.

finally i can't take it any more. i wait until she takes a breath and ask, "are you hungry?" so we troop downstairs and get some cold taco soup left over from when my relatives came over the day before. then she turns to me with another drill-team smile and says, "let's have a moviefest." i smile and say sure when all i really wanna do is sleep.

so upstairs we go and the movie she picks is dirty dancing. i can't stand that movie. it's so fake and it encourages her frivolous ideas that "everything works out" and HE is perfect and not matter what you do, if it's for love it's ok. when she falls asleep halfway through it, i greatfully turn off the damn thing and debate weather or not to sleep on the couch in the room with her or go to my bed. my ridiculous sense of loyalty prevails and i grab my pillow.

what a loser i am. but i can't help it. even after all the crap she puts me through i just can't forget the ten years we spent being best friends in one year. it's just not plausible. i know i'm going to crack one day. everyone tells me to drop her because i'm the only one who's trying to do anything to keep our friendship going. but i can't. even though she rips me apart with her every word and action, i can't. i'm stupid that way.

i think of these things while i look at her sleeping, oblivious to what she's done to me. then i pull her blanket over her shoulders, lay down and have a fitful sleep with haunting dreams.

Thursday, December 19, 2002

DAMNIT!!! I CAN'T FIGURE OUT HOW THIS THING WORKS AND IT'S PISSING ME OFF!!!!!!
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ok, so i just got this blogger thing. i don't know if it'll help of not. but my best friend has her own site and she seems to find it helpful, more of less.

so this is my life. i have to write. i don't know what or why, but i feel compelled to spill all this shit that's inside me. looking at me, no one would ever suspect that i'm unhappy. i don't try to put up a front at school, but i guess i do. i think all high schoolers do. but at least i don't boast my problems like so many others do. i find it so tiresome that people feel obligated to tell you everything that's wrong with them. there are some things you shouldn't bring up, particularly if they are personal problems. i mean, there's this girl on my dance team that's constantly hurt. she has a migraine, her arm feels broken, she can't touch her toes because there's "a stopper" in her back, etc. sometimes i just want to tell her to shut the hell up because no one cares. the other day she told her hand hurt. i knew she wanted me to ask why, so i didn't. but she told me anyway. she got angry yesterday and punched a wall. so? did she want some kind of medal or something?

but enough about her. i guess i should start off mentioning some background. i'm a 16 yr old soph without a licence b/c my parents won't take me to go get one. i make all a's in school and am currently ranked 1 in my class. i participate in drama, dance, and track. all in all, i'm one of those "goody-two-shoes" that people think lead a perfect life. but you know better. this site's purpose, i guess, is to destroy that image. this is my not so perfect life.