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For my sister’s birthday my mom bought her a PS2, Guitar Hero and Dance Dance Revolution. Needless to say, we have been playing video games since she opened her presents. Guitar Hero is possibly the best game ever, next to Super Mario Brothers. That is, until you get stuck on a song… for instance “Sunshine Of Your Love” by Cream. Hearing the song more then twice in a row is very painful, hearing it 4 times in a row in unbearable. However, hearing “Sunshine Of Your Love” 4 times in a row is not as bad as hearing “Free Bird” By Lynyrd Skynyrd 6 times in a row. (True story. Last summer one of my friends was playing guitar hero and would not stop until he beat Free Bird. Which is very understandable…. if you have ever played, the game is wicked addicting. The problem was that he would do very well in the beginning of the song, then lose 30 seconds from the end. Not saying that Free Bird isn’t a good song, it just gets really old when it is playing repeatedly for an hour. ) After Guitar Hero Dance Dance Revolution was whipped out. I’m not a fan of DDR, call me a sore loser but I suck at the game and give up really easily. ( I plan on practing when no one is home then surprising people with my awesome DDR skills) Thats not to say the game isn't really funny to watch people play. Its freakin hillarious!!! As I sit on the couch typing this a DDR competition is taking place right in front of me. Lucky me to witness this. :P The funniest part about this competition is that when one person is playing the game, the other is practicing without the DDR mat, right next to the person who is playing. I would be lying if I said I didn’t have the heart to tell them how absolutely ridiculous they look. Laughing and making fun of them has been the entertainment of my evening. :)

What exactly is it about reality TV that makes it so addicting. I bet if ten people on the street were asked who won American Idol, 9.5 out of ten would be able to tell you. (BTW it was David Cook for everyone who has been living under a rock.) Now ask those same ten people a question about politics, I’m guessing only 3 people would be able to answer. It’s sad that people care more about watching a bisexual trying to find love on MTV Monday’s at 10 pm then what is going on in the world around them. But I can’t judge any of those people; because I’m one of them.
I’ll admit I know more about My Big Redneck Wedding, than I do about the up coming election. I could tell you exactly what happen during last season’s final episode of Tila Tequila, but I know nothing about the last presidential debate. Call me superficial, ignorant, whatever you wish, I just happen to find (along with millions of other Americans) watching strangers compete to win someone’s heart on national television more interesting.
I personally believe that instead of knocking today’s generation for spending more time watching “trash” TV than paying attention to the “important issues”; people should start presenting the important issues in a way that we can relate to. As sad or pathetic as this may sound, I personally think a reality show following the presidential candidates would be amazing. Not only would the show pull in huge ratings, but it would also expose the election to a very broad audience. The curisoity factor alone about what the show is about would attract thousands of viewers.
In the 2004 election only 21 million people between the age of 18 and 29 voted. If a show was created that made the campaign more realatble to people in that age bracket more people would be inclined to vote. No longer would voting be voting for the president of the United States, people would be voting for their favorite candidate to win the show.
Yes I realize what I am saying is equivalent to what a girl would say on Beauty and the Geek. But honestly, something has to be done. And just think about it. If older generations really want the millennia generation to spend more time involved what is going on in the world around them, then they need to come to terms with the saying “if you can’t beat them, join them”. The maybe, just maybe reality television could become true to its name, and focus on something real.

Today was my first official day of waitressing. It started off like any other day. Waking up around 9:30, showering, and then off to meet up with my dad to discuss what to do about my dying car. When all of a sudden I received a voice mall asking me why I was not at work yet. Confused I called back, and was told that I was supposed to be at work for 10:45. (It was now 11:30). So needless to say, I was kinda a little bit late. Oopsssiieeee In my defense however, I was told that I would not be working till next Monday. But that’s not the point of this post. The point of this post is to discuss my last table of the day.
My last table of the day was a 65 year old black man from Wisconsin. He was wearing a plaid shirt and overalls. The first thing he asked me was “what is a 65 year old man supposed to look like?”. Thinking on my toes I replied a lot older then you. (you gotta do what you gotta do to get a good tip). Then he asked me about the calcium spots on my teeth. He asked “if I put them there on purpose?”. I told him NO, and explained what they were. (cause really- why would any one put polka dots on their teeth?!) After that whole conversation I finally got around to telling him my name. After he went on to explain how he was a trucker and bla bla bla talked about us “damn Yankees” bla bla bla.
He order shrimp and sweet potato fries, even though “us Yankees don’t know nothing about sweet potato fries”. Once he got his food he complained that there wasn’t enough shrimp. I apologized and then he started talking about how “us Yankees fish a lot around Boston”. I just looked at him and told him that I didn’t fish. Later I asked him if he wanted dessert. He said only if it was a really big one, so I suggested the brownie sundae. He told me that if he didn’t it, like he would spank me with a plate. I ran away from his table.
When I gave him his check he told me that his food was horrible but the service was amazing. (aka he loved me). Not sure if I should be proud of that or not…