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<rss version="2.0"><channel><description>i miss GUTS</description><title>running tally</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @monikamagdalena)</generator><link>http://monikamagdalena.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>jealousy</title><description>i get really jealous of people with jobs they love.  i am so sick of people yelled at and belittled constantly- not just by customers.  i kind of wish i could write for a living, even though when i was younger i was all “i don’t want to get paid for my brain children” but that was when i wrote shitty poetry and was like, a sophmore in high school.  good im not like that anymore, someone pay me to write things.</description><link>http://monikamagdalena.tumblr.com/post/40713420</link><guid>http://monikamagdalena.tumblr.com/post/40713420</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jul 2008 12:58:42 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>i applied for a job</title><description>i would love to get this job. </description><link>http://monikamagdalena.tumblr.com/post/40432089</link><guid>http://monikamagdalena.tumblr.com/post/40432089</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jun 2008 12:12:31 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>weird</title><description>i just realized something- that people expect you tbe all knowledgable about curren events and stuff and other things- like whats going on in the world around you but you don’t have enough to find any of that stuff out, usually.  i have it now but it is the first time i have.  weird.  now i know all sorts of things i never did before, like legislatoring people and other stuff.  i never used to have the time to do that stuff.</description><link>http://monikamagdalena.tumblr.com/post/40062503</link><guid>http://monikamagdalena.tumblr.com/post/40062503</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Jun 2008 10:53:08 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>sigh</title><description>i keep deep sighing and it sucks that i’m doing that.</description><link>http://monikamagdalena.tumblr.com/post/39946146</link><guid>http://monikamagdalena.tumblr.com/post/39946146</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jun 2008 13:07:47 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>hang ups</title><description>i wish robots would stop calling me! i am not diabetic, i do not own a car and i am not in debt.  picking up the phone to a robot is a waste of time and it makes me pissy.</description><link>http://monikamagdalena.tumblr.com/post/39798228</link><guid>http://monikamagdalena.tumblr.com/post/39798228</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jun 2008 11:25:10 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>this weekend</title><description>this weekend i am going to buffalo and intend to dance saturday night away.  i really want to wear a short dress and shake my a at some rihanna.</description><link>http://monikamagdalena.tumblr.com/post/39057711</link><guid>http://monikamagdalena.tumblr.com/post/39057711</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Jun 2008 14:26:20 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>being broke</title><description>when you’re broke life is not as good.  i get paid this week, finally.  i miss not being worried about money all the time.</description><link>http://monikamagdalena.tumblr.com/post/38609800</link><guid>http://monikamagdalena.tumblr.com/post/38609800</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Jun 2008 09:05:05 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>i got a call!</title><description>for a different job.  hallelujah.</description><link>http://monikamagdalena.tumblr.com/post/38299863</link><guid>http://monikamagdalena.tumblr.com/post/38299863</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Jun 2008 14:36:59 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>today i guess is historic for some reason</title><description>&lt;p&gt;today is historic i guess because obama won the dem nom.  i am tired but smiling today because i guess it is good news- and also because i am in a good mood from music.  i wonder how this happened?  no on thought this would happen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my feet are cold because they are wet from the rain and the ac is on.  old 90s jams are playing on the dumb radio and that is fine.  i am compulsive today.  i hope i can afford things someday soon.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://monikamagdalena.tumblr.com/post/37141789</link><guid>http://monikamagdalena.tumblr.com/post/37141789</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Jun 2008 09:10:35 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>D-E-D DEAD</title><description>Lately I have felt uninspired and tired.  My brain seems unwilling to be creative or to enact any ideas it already has.  So I am going to try hard to find a way to recapture that. </description><link>http://monikamagdalena.tumblr.com/post/36904758</link><guid>http://monikamagdalena.tumblr.com/post/36904758</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Jun 2008 12:16:09 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>i just don’t know. ...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/MoXLhsJhm64v0rxtlw8ITjAj_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;i just don’t know.  anythingbesideshowtodecoratemyapartment.</description><link>http://monikamagdalena.tumblr.com/post/27855810</link><guid>http://monikamagdalena.tumblr.com/post/27855810</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Mar 2008 12:37:41 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"i can't even add 2 and 2"</title><description>&lt;p&gt;today the washington post provided me with yet another gem.  “We Scream, We Swoon.  How Dumb Can We Get?” used a skinny political premise to achieve a degradation of women the magnitude of which i’m sure hasn’t been seen in print since 1921.  There is the slight chance that this article is satire.  i hope it is, though i doubt it, based on the detailed political anecdotes and disdainful tone.  would you believe that women are attending political rallies enthusiastically?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;high school is a microcosm of male-female comparisons and relations, mostly because everyone goes through so it is relatable, and also because high school is rife with stereotypes.  but i know i was not the only girl in advanced english.  there were only three boys in it, though.  nor was i the only girl on the honor roll.  there was actually, if you can even believe it, a TEAMful of girls on my soccer team. there were a bunch of teams!  enough girls played soccer for literally a whole league to be formed!  they also played lacrosse!  and basketball!  these sports all had female leagues too!  just for girls!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tried looking through this piece of idiotic rambling for the best quotes, but copy-pasting the entire article seems to be the best option.  i have already e-mailed it to a few of my friends.  in the interest of space…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the author, Charlotte Allen, claims:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I am perfectly willing to admit that I myself am a classic case of female mental deficiencies. I can’t add 2 and 2 (well, I can, but then what?). I don’t even know how many pairs of shoes I own.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Allen, by way of explaining why women like Barack Obama, proceeds to embarass herself completely.  first of all, who in the world would publicly claim to be unable to add 2 and 2 together?  i think an idiot without self awareness would do it.  maybe a three year old?  she continues on to cite insiginificant studies to prop up her claim that women like Obama because, well, they’re women.  and being a woman, of course, has its drawbacks, which include being dumber than men, worse drivers than men, having smaller brains, and not being able to spin an object in our brains to see it in 3-D.  she tries to balance her article and make it objective by injecting little bits of female-deprecating humor, like the botox shots she claims is all women are interested in.  women get in more accidents but they kill less people!  women have better memories!  women have superior verbal skills!  Not only does she present her claims that men are superior to women without citing her sources or providing objective evidence, she does the same for the qualities she inadvertently credits to women.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;did i mention she calls hillary clinton stupid?  she does.  did i mention she says: &lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;“So I don’t understand why more women don’t relax, enjoy the innate abilities most of us possess (as well as the ones fewer of us possess) and revel in the things most important to life at which nearly all of us excel: tenderness toward children and men and the weak and the ability to make a house a home. (Even I, who inherited my interior-decorating skills from my &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/ac2/related/topic/The+Bronx?tid=informline"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bronx&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Irish paternal grandmother, whose idea of upgrading the living-room sofa was to throw a blanket over it, can make a house a home.) Then we could shriek and swoon and gossip and read chick lit to our hearts’ content and not mind the fact that way down deep, we are … kind of dim.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i am pissed she called me dim.  hell, i am pissed she called my SISTER dim.  my mom’s not dim.  i am mad she relegates me to the role she assumes i will fill best- a wife and mother who is completely devoted to my husband’s and child’s well-being.  i guess my final point, the thing that bothers me the most about this so-called article, is that everyone, sex aside, is different from everyone else.  allen does not seem to think this is important.  allen doesn’t seem to think it is important that women are recovering from CENTURIES worth of oppression.  they have a lot of lost time!  it doesn’t matter to this “woman” (i put the word in quotes because she seems to reject the idea of empowerment and gender-equality and thus i can’t call her a woman with a straight face) that females are making progress.  everyone has faults and no one is perfect.  you know what- maybe i am just not smart enough to understand charlotte allen.  this article could be well thought out and too intricate for my delicate girl-mind.  but then again she is a woman so i am probably giving her too much credit.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://monikamagdalena.tumblr.com/post/27855508</link><guid>http://monikamagdalena.tumblr.com/post/27855508</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Mar 2008 12:33:17 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/MoXLhsJhm5xl3tdw7Jn7H4V3_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://monikamagdalena.tumblr.com/post/27430164</link><guid>http://monikamagdalena.tumblr.com/post/27430164</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Feb 2008 10:25:43 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>dan balz's take is balls</title><description>&lt;a href="http://blog.washingtonpost.com/the-trail/2008/02/26/with_all_eyes_on_clinton_time.html"&gt;dan balz's take is balls&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://monikamagdalena.tumblr.com/post/27429202</link><guid>http://monikamagdalena.tumblr.com/post/27429202</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Feb 2008 10:14:08 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>newspeople- bleurgh!</title><description>&lt;p&gt;news is getting confused- the role that reporters and journalists play has become convoluted.  on the washingtonpost.com yesterday, a journalist, Dan Balz, wrote a post on ‘the trail.’  balz seemed taken aback by the way the media has treated Barack Obama.  he claims that it is high time to ask this candidate some important questions.  his questions were all undeniably good questions for a reporter to ask a presidential candidate.  they were specific policy questions that would reveal a candidates position and idealogy.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i think there is one step that is missing here- and in a lot of articles and newspapers countrywide- and that step is actually asking the questions.  instead of decrying the lack of questioning -gasp- ask some questions.  Balz’s post was counter-productive and a waste of time.  posting drivel like “why aren’t journalists asking people questions” (which seems to me a huge part of writing a story) just makes readers more aware that you’re a lazy writer.  what’s more is that HAVING the right questions and not actually asking them is a disservice to everyone.  is he depending on the other (apparently also dumb) journalists to ask the questions he is asking them why they aren’t asking?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;another problem i have with balz’s post, which extends to media and journalists in general, is the fact that it focused on obama.  humbly, i believe that all politicians and people in power should be asked similar questions.  that they should be tested in a public forum.  i mean, this whiny post annoyed me in a lot of ways.  complaining about questions not getting asked WHEN YOU ARE IN A POSITION TO ASK THEM is childish and like, what my mom did when she’d be mad at me for not doing her laundry.  she knew where our washer and dryer were. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://monikamagdalena.tumblr.com/post/27429168</link><guid>http://monikamagdalena.tumblr.com/post/27429168</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Feb 2008 10:13:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>renting a car</title><description>&lt;p&gt;renting a car is much more difficult than it should be.  there should be one giant database on the internet with all car rental agencies.  you should be able to type in the dates, the car and where you are.  then the nearest ones should pop up, offering the cheapest deals, and more options. why the internet has to be hard, i will never know.  the single reason why i always fly jet blue is because of how easy their site is.  new york to buffalo?  kthx.  these are my options?  i’ll take this flight.  okay payment?  here you go.  DONE.  ALSO why they hell does it matter how OLD you are when you rent a car?  they should have a goddamn database that can access your driving record.  THEN they should decide whether or not to give you some sort of extra fee.  does the youth of america STINK up your cars?  why is there an automatic fee if you are like, three days away from turning 25?  what will those three days do?  do they charge different amounts for 22 verus 23 year old?  all of these problems and more is why america stinks today. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; in other news:  i want to be a famous actress so i can wear pretty dresses and go to fashion shows. AS MY JORB.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://monikamagdalena.tumblr.com/post/27251463</link><guid>http://monikamagdalena.tumblr.com/post/27251463</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Feb 2008 12:39:23 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>happy day!!!!!!!</title><description>&lt;p&gt;never eat at the soup man.  they gave me the tiniest sandwich and the most generic soup i have ever had.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;happy valentine’s day.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://monikamagdalena.tumblr.com/post/26351998</link><guid>http://monikamagdalena.tumblr.com/post/26351998</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Feb 2008 15:25:32 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>the eventful life of me</title><description>&lt;p&gt;this weekend was a crowning achievement.  i think i know hold the record for the most episodes of gilmore girls watched within a 72 hour period.  and even though i left the house twice for a grand total of twenty minutes, i feel drained, lethargic and achey.  i walked to the bodega.  the close one.  i am trying to make myself sound lazy but i am just sick.  my face is a wall that is blocking my breath, my glands are swollen, my joints ache, my throat tickles, my cough is disturbing my office-mates, and my sneezes are like mini earthquakes.  in my body.  so i’m hydrating.  and i am not hungry.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the rest of the world was busy.  obama won maine, the virgin islands, washington, louisiana and nebraska.  bush was busy endorsing mccain.  yahoo officially rejected microsoft’s offer and m and t sent me e-mails about how i lost 300$ last week.  where did that 300$ go? is the prevailing mystery that is stumping everyone, especially me.  i am getting really good at bringing lotion, chapstick and warm clothes that can pretend to be professional to work with me.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“starve a fever feed a cold.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;meanwhile i hope my nose does not become cherry red and annoyingly enough i am looking for meaning in life.  work makes me feel meaningless.  &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://monikamagdalena.tumblr.com/post/26168211</link><guid>http://monikamagdalena.tumblr.com/post/26168211</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Feb 2008 13:24:31 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>journal</title><description>&lt;p&gt;today i am aimless!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the gap doesn’t have the plaid shirt anymore.  which is very sad to me, i really wanted it.  so i bought more stuff from the internet.  i seriously covet this canvas tote from urban outfitters but it’s 60$!  for a simple goddamn tote.  but i do have it saved on my favorites and i look at it sometimes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;easter is in march this year.  this seems wrong to me somehow.  bryan was complaining about leapyears the other day.  bryan complains about the dumbest things.  he has it out for the van that sells juice in the summer, it is called “community juice” and he wants to fire bomb it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;today is the fattest day of the year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;122 million!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://monikamagdalena.tumblr.com/post/25773940</link><guid>http://monikamagdalena.tumblr.com/post/25773940</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Feb 2008 14:18:09 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>ps-</title><description>this weekend bryan fixed my camera by putting the batteries in.</description><link>http://monikamagdalena.tumblr.com/post/25588179</link><guid>http://monikamagdalena.tumblr.com/post/25588179</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Feb 2008 13:31:33 -0500</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
