I'm not afraid to fall; it means I've climbed up high.

Today, Kenny Loggins is 57, according to the second page in the newspaper, under the headline "Today's birthdays". There's just a little problem with this. At least, that's what I think. I don't have anything against Kenny Loggins-besides his music-but the intresting thing about this was, it was in the first section of the newspaper. I'm sorry, but aren't newspapers supposed to be for, um, NEWS?
OK, OK. Maybe that's news to some of you. Heck, maybe it's news to you that a guy named 'Kenny Loggins' even exists. But that's besides the point.
Who can name all of Jennifer Lopez's marriages and/or boyfriends in less than a minute? Who here can name three countries that were hit with the tsunami in less than a minute? Or the death toll in Iraq?
Well, niether can I. But what was easiest to recall? Here's a real question for you: How focused are we on celebrities? Are they ruining our lives?
Celebrities endorse poltical candidates. A bodybuilder/actor is running California. Does that make sense?

Hell, no.

Today was one of my friend's birthdays. Who's more important to you-someone you know, or someone just made up of superficial dreams? Celebrities aren't real people. Real people are normal people, like you or me. Real people have REAL problems, that can't just be solved by plastic sergery, dying hair, or money. But if you talk to some people, celebrities are close to divinity. God! Stop it! They're just rich, spoiled people who have never worked a day in their lives. Now everyone's going to get pissed at me and try to correct me, but I DON'T CARE. So if anyone actually reads this and takes it to heart, do me a favor. Go to VH1's studio and chuck rocks at the excutive producers on them and all. Just crazy stuff like that.
Well, my crappy rant is over. Good day.