I never like regrets. I never liked to have regrets. As a matter of fact, one of the things in this world that I am afraid of the most is waking up at the age of 75 and regretting the choices I made in my life. That thought alone could keep me up thinking for an entire night! Regrets are easy to come by. I mean in this day and time, people are so busy that they tend to bury those dreams that they used to have when they were younger. You know those dreams. I think we all had them, but how many of those dreams have you all accomplished? Me? None. And that's the topic of this blog! Goodness! On the top of my list (and it is an ACTUAL list that I wrote in one of my journals) it said things that I want to do by the time that I am 25. I mean, I have accomplished things. I have been somewhat successful in my lifetime but dang, does that mean that I have to give up those dreams? And what about growing up? That also plays a role in how you accomplish/interpret those dreams. As you get older, the more responsibility you have. When I was 22, I had my first apartment. So there I was, going to school full-time, working part-time (full time my last year at grad school), and dealing with the payments of my electricity, phone/computer bill, and my cable. So when I came home at night (because grad school usually has night classes) I was tired. My music instruments got neglected, my voice weakened (it's sooo sad!), I haven't written a poem in ages, as for my Spanish...well, if someone talks to me I can answer back, depending on how I feel that day! There are so many dreams that were placed on the back burner! I have decided to fulfill them and use this blog to give you people updates. I just don't want to become one of those parents who feel that they did nothing in their lifetime that they decided to push their dreams on their kids. We all know those types of parents. I don't think it's fair. When I decide to have them, I would want my kids to make their own lists and then fulfill them when they are ready! My second mother James said something to me that I have kept with me ever since. He had asked me about my sign language book. I told him that I was interested in learning it and he said, "You'll learn it when you're ready too." To me, that shows how much faith he has in me and to me that one statement made me soo strong! So here are some of my dream that I want to fulfill and like I said, I will keep you all updated on the changes. I do this because it's my way of making myself accountable! So here we go:
1. Become fluent in Spanish. 75% is good, but it's not good enough.
2. Study english and learn the roots and their meanings. Yea, it's nerdy, but I have always been fascinated with people who can look at a word for the first time and dissect it until they can figure out the meaning.
3. Finally learn how to play my piano and guitar perfectly. Oh yea, and to do the same with my clarinet. Which would be easier than the other two considering that I have played it for 10 years.
4. Write poetry again. Get one published in a real book and not by one of those poetry competitions.
5. Get my voice up to par! Man when I left college, that bad boy was in shape! I was doing Rock Ensemble, Gospel Ensemble, and taking voice lessons on the side. I could do anything with my voice. Now...well let's not go there! lol...
6, I FINALLY want to grow into my full name. No one knows this, but the reason why I have nicknames is because I feel like my real name is too grown and sophisticated for me. Sounds weird huh? I would tell you all my full name, but then the crazy people will be able to track me down. So there are certain things that I have to do before I can allow the world to address me by that name. Some people have tried to call me by my full name and sometimes I don't realize that they are talking to me. I mean when people address me by it, my ears catch it, but it takes some time for my brain to say, "hey chica, they are talking to you!" So then I give them the speech, "Only my momma has the right to call me that name." Now when it comes to my resume and anything I write for educational purposes, of course, I use my full name, but I think it's time for me to use it in my everyday life.
7. To just be fabulous. One day when I was on my menses instead of showering and putting on some pjs, I decided to get dressed and do my hair. When I did that, I looked in the mirror and I realized how good I felt. So I want to take that and do it all the time. I have already deemed clothes that will only be worn in the house and clothes that will only be worn outside. It's not being materialistic or vain I am working with what I already have. I just realized that when I can look in the mirror and say, "I'd hit it," my confidence grows and I get a good laugh out of the situation.
8. I want to help young women feel as good about themselves as I do about me. I am a phenomenal woman no matter what society says and I think that if every woman had that mentality, there will be no more problems with bulimia/anorexia, plastic surgery, or the hate that is experienced between women. There would be love and we could finally take this world over and make it the way that it should be. Seriously...
So that's it so far...well that's all you guys get...lol. I'm off to devote some time to divas music.
Until then readers...
Love, Peace, and Hair Grease!!!!!!
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Friday, December 23, 2005
Eye Candy
They are sweet to the sight...their smile makes you melt...you don't really know them but then again you don't want to know them because if you did, then the excitement would be lost. That's right...it's EYE CANDY!!! I've had a few eye goodies in my life time. My favorites happened while I was in Amherst. Oh goodness!! That town had everything from the rugged papi, to the reggae White boy with cute dreads, to the International boy with a great personality, and let's not forget the Christian boy who knows what he want. Oh yes...they were ALL my eye candy! But, let's be frank...eye candy are meant for one thing, to entice your day dreams. To take away your breath just by walking into the room or even to make you giggle when they hug you hello or kiss you goodbye. Oh my! I won't mention names because you NEVER know who is reading your blogs but there was one guy who stole my breath when he first walked into my office. Let me tell you. EVERYONE in the room paused when he walked in! I couldn't even look at him after a while I just stared away with a smile on my face. My girl Erin and I exchanged glances. Now, I know that the number one rule of eye candy is after you get to know them, they loose their umph! but I got to know him a bit and my feelings NEVER changed! I think he actually went from eye candy to a crush, but I couldn't help it...he was gorgeous! Tall, musically inclined, sweet, and LATIN. Oh my...I'm cheesing just thinking about it! The funny part is most of the women in my office got over their initial attraction to him but I never did. I held on until I left. One day I was walking to another office and I heard piano music coming from a room. I LOVE to hear piano players, so I walked in letting the sweet sounds of classical music pull me into the room. When I got there it was HIM! When he saw me, he started to play some salsa for me (I LOVE SALSA MUSIC!). I stood and listened to him and then I realized that I have to get to work. I motioned to the door and told him that I had to go...he got up from the piano, walked over to me giving me a hug, and said, "Thanks for stopping by." Come on! Can you blame me for liking him?! He was the type to give you a kiss on the cheek just to say hello or goodbye. One day I was waiting for a ride outside of my building and he waited with me. The boy was riding his bike home...it was the middle of winter...he was freezing...and he still waited with me. Walked me over to the car and closed the door. Hmmm...perhaps I need to make a trip to Amherst just to see him once again!
Now there are disappointing eye candies out there. I mean, there was this guy who would wear the he double hockey sticks out of anything! I am normally not attracted to the hip hop types but this guy was beautiful! He worked in the same building as I did and when I first saw him, I was in the middle of a serious conversation and when he walked through the office, I actually forgot what I was going to say!!! My eyes just decided to follow his steps through my office and my mind was saying one phrase..."DANG HE'S FINE!" He was tall, he had a powerful position, and he was LATIN (don't think that there is a pattern please!). Well he was going well for eye candy for a while there. I mean he would smile and flirt with me when we had our small artificial conversation but one day I heard him make a speech. After that speech, I lost it. He was stripped of his eye candy title. All it took was one sentence...and I was DONE! Finished!!! Grossed out!!! After that, he became a regular man.
Why am I writing this? Well I there are different sides to me. Here's another one. It takes an fine man to catch my attention, but he has to be cute in order to be eye candy. He has to be outstanding inside and out in order to be my crush...and if he wants to be my man...well I can't give that secret away. :-)
Until then readers...Love, Peace, and Hair Grease!
Now there are disappointing eye candies out there. I mean, there was this guy who would wear the he double hockey sticks out of anything! I am normally not attracted to the hip hop types but this guy was beautiful! He worked in the same building as I did and when I first saw him, I was in the middle of a serious conversation and when he walked through the office, I actually forgot what I was going to say!!! My eyes just decided to follow his steps through my office and my mind was saying one phrase..."DANG HE'S FINE!" He was tall, he had a powerful position, and he was LATIN (don't think that there is a pattern please!). Well he was going well for eye candy for a while there. I mean he would smile and flirt with me when we had our small artificial conversation but one day I heard him make a speech. After that speech, I lost it. He was stripped of his eye candy title. All it took was one sentence...and I was DONE! Finished!!! Grossed out!!! After that, he became a regular man.
Why am I writing this? Well I there are different sides to me. Here's another one. It takes an fine man to catch my attention, but he has to be cute in order to be eye candy. He has to be outstanding inside and out in order to be my crush...and if he wants to be my man...well I can't give that secret away. :-)
Until then readers...Love, Peace, and Hair Grease!
Thursday, December 22, 2005
There's no place like home?
It's funny...
I was born and raised in Boston, Massachusetts (in Roxbury and Dorchester to be exact) and I decided when I graduated from college to expand my horizons a bit. When choosing which graduate schools to attend I had 2 choices: UMass Amherst and the University of Indiana Bloomingdale (I actually have family in Muncie, Indiana). Some people in my family took as me not being happy with them and that's why I wanted to leave. I just wanted something different even if that meant leaving my family and my friends!
So I left...UMass Amherst accepted me way before the other application was due, so I picked UMass Amherst. Boy what a change! I remember when my family left me, I felt liberated and terrified at the same time. My last year at Amherst, I REALLY wanted to come back to Boston! I used to call my best friends and say, "Oh my goodness! I have to leave this place!" Don't get me wrong...Amherst is BEAUTIFUL (well minus the riots when the Red Sox/Patriots won or lost or whenever they felt like tearing stuff up!)! I loved the nature and I loved the fact that in my office building, there were two places where I could get vegetarian/vegan meals. I could look out of my bedroom window and see a forest. I used to sit there for hours mesmorized. It was great! But...I had nothing to do in Amherst! I didn't drive and I didn't drink. I met some cool people out there, but I didn't hang out with them the way I did with my friends in Boston! There were no midnight spades games, laughing until you could barely breathe, no hugs, no kisses, nothing but okay conversations and polite smiles and to be fair, I had some great girls night outs in my crib! Well there was a time when my cohort was suppose to talk to the new cohort about life at unmask and my friend Jonathan, who had just came from work, decided to take off his tie and unbutton his shirt. In front of these new kids, I took out a dollar bill and started waving it in the air and he started moving like a stripper. Hold on...that one still cracks me up... We literally did this for about 1-2 minutes with people watching us. But for me, Amherst was a place that I came to experience a new scenery and to earn my masters...that's it. The one person who I connected with the most was my girl Jen, and then there was Erin at my office but even then our ways to have fun were different.
Anyhoo, now, I'm back in Boston. But it's weird for me. Does anyone know what I'm talking about? My friends' lives have evolved. It felt as if I was dropped back into this reality. They don't know it, but the first time I went to a gathering with them...I felt so nervous! As if I was meeting them for the first time. Sometimes I STILL feel as if I am getting used to my surroundings! One of my friends told me that I "matured." Eww... It just feels like I still have to catch up, get reacquainted, pick up the phone and call people (which I barely do these days because I don't want to become a slave to my cell phone).
This is interesting to me because when I came home although I didn't move back into my mother's house, I still felt the same connection with my family. Like my friends, their lives have also evolved, but for some reason when I came back it was as if I was the lost puzzle piece that was found. I have always fitted. :-)
I know that some of my friends reading this might have a weird reaction, but don't. It's life. It's my life (cue Bon Jovi music). The way I see it, it feels like my friends and I are like animals (wait, I swear this is going to make sense!). I was left the herd for a bit and when into a different territory. I know that my scent has changed so when I go back to my original herd, I'm worried that they will notice my scent making it almost impossible for me to become a member once again. Makes sense? Don't make me think of another simile. Sim-ah-lee - A comparison between two unlikely things using the words "like or as." lol!
Eventually I will fit in once again. It's not them...it's me. Or is it? No...it's me. :-) One day I will be able to hang out with them without the anxiety. One day I will start returning phone calls and going out to dinner with them once again. There will be laugher, kisses, and hugs. I will feel like I am a part of the herd.
But until then, there will be music and my good friend the Disco Ball! Of course it didn't make sense! Did you REALLY expect it to?
I was born and raised in Boston, Massachusetts (in Roxbury and Dorchester to be exact) and I decided when I graduated from college to expand my horizons a bit. When choosing which graduate schools to attend I had 2 choices: UMass Amherst and the University of Indiana Bloomingdale (I actually have family in Muncie, Indiana). Some people in my family took as me not being happy with them and that's why I wanted to leave. I just wanted something different even if that meant leaving my family and my friends!
So I left...UMass Amherst accepted me way before the other application was due, so I picked UMass Amherst. Boy what a change! I remember when my family left me, I felt liberated and terrified at the same time. My last year at Amherst, I REALLY wanted to come back to Boston! I used to call my best friends and say, "Oh my goodness! I have to leave this place!" Don't get me wrong...Amherst is BEAUTIFUL (well minus the riots when the Red Sox/Patriots won or lost or whenever they felt like tearing stuff up!)! I loved the nature and I loved the fact that in my office building, there were two places where I could get vegetarian/vegan meals. I could look out of my bedroom window and see a forest. I used to sit there for hours mesmorized. It was great! But...I had nothing to do in Amherst! I didn't drive and I didn't drink. I met some cool people out there, but I didn't hang out with them the way I did with my friends in Boston! There were no midnight spades games, laughing until you could barely breathe, no hugs, no kisses, nothing but okay conversations and polite smiles and to be fair, I had some great girls night outs in my crib! Well there was a time when my cohort was suppose to talk to the new cohort about life at unmask and my friend Jonathan, who had just came from work, decided to take off his tie and unbutton his shirt. In front of these new kids, I took out a dollar bill and started waving it in the air and he started moving like a stripper. Hold on...that one still cracks me up... We literally did this for about 1-2 minutes with people watching us. But for me, Amherst was a place that I came to experience a new scenery and to earn my masters...that's it. The one person who I connected with the most was my girl Jen, and then there was Erin at my office but even then our ways to have fun were different.
Anyhoo, now, I'm back in Boston. But it's weird for me. Does anyone know what I'm talking about? My friends' lives have evolved. It felt as if I was dropped back into this reality. They don't know it, but the first time I went to a gathering with them...I felt so nervous! As if I was meeting them for the first time. Sometimes I STILL feel as if I am getting used to my surroundings! One of my friends told me that I "matured." Eww... It just feels like I still have to catch up, get reacquainted, pick up the phone and call people (which I barely do these days because I don't want to become a slave to my cell phone).
This is interesting to me because when I came home although I didn't move back into my mother's house, I still felt the same connection with my family. Like my friends, their lives have also evolved, but for some reason when I came back it was as if I was the lost puzzle piece that was found. I have always fitted. :-)
I know that some of my friends reading this might have a weird reaction, but don't. It's life. It's my life (cue Bon Jovi music). The way I see it, it feels like my friends and I are like animals (wait, I swear this is going to make sense!). I was left the herd for a bit and when into a different territory. I know that my scent has changed so when I go back to my original herd, I'm worried that they will notice my scent making it almost impossible for me to become a member once again. Makes sense? Don't make me think of another simile. Sim-ah-lee - A comparison between two unlikely things using the words "like or as." lol!
Eventually I will fit in once again. It's not them...it's me. Or is it? No...it's me. :-) One day I will be able to hang out with them without the anxiety. One day I will start returning phone calls and going out to dinner with them once again. There will be laugher, kisses, and hugs. I will feel like I am a part of the herd.
But until then, there will be music and my good friend the Disco Ball! Of course it didn't make sense! Did you REALLY expect it to?
Dream a little dream of me!
After hearing about my dream, my girl Kafui said, "You always have weird dreams!" To that response I chuckle because when we were younger, she had a dream that we went to Chinatown to watch one of those X-rated movies. Yes she did! Then after watching those movies we went to a wedding and stole some cake. And let's not talk about the dream where she was chased around by an ape wearing a polka dotted dress...I believe that it was red with yellow polka dots. Who has weird dreams hon? lol!
I'll admit that Freud would have a field day with my dreams, but dang...I think with her dreams he would have quit his day job. :-D
Where do dreams come from? Sometimes people accuse me of eating late or watching a certain television show in order to get my dreams, but that is not always the case. According to Cinderella, "A dream is a wish your heart makes." Does that mean my friend wants to watch a porno while eating cake with an ape in a polka dotted dress sitting at her side? Does that mean that I want to go to Mexico to kidnap kids who were already kidnapped and then go and work/live at a prison for teens? I HOPE not! If so, then my vampire dream is just too wrong to have to do in real life. I think that sometimes dreams are just thoughts that our minds like to play out. They aren't meant to make any sense...but sometimes they do. Sometimes they make a person look at their life and question things.
I prefer daydreams myself. That way I can control what's happening in my mind and telling my own future. I could be a control freak...wouldn't you like to know!!! Lol... I have had dreams that are so vivid that when I wake up I can end up being very upset and the person who did me wrong or looking for that person that I fell absolutely in love with. For example, I had a dream where I fell in love with a guy who was blind. The dream felt so real that when I woke up, I almost expected a call from him. Have you ever had a dream where you entire body reacts? I'm not just talking about those little nasty dreams that people tend to have from time to time. I'm talking about the rest. I had one where my boy Jeremiah was circling my house trying to shoot me. I remember feeling so scared! I had to force myself to wake up because I felt my heart racing and I started to break out into a sweat. In my dream I was crawling from hiding spot to hiding spot terrified because I knew that he wanted to kill me. I don't know why he wanted to kill me, I just knew that he did.
Okay, I think I have analyzed enough about my dreams on this blog. The more deeper things in my life tend to end up in my journal, which I don't share with ANYONE! Sure, I have had people read them before without my permission and each and every one of them found something that I said about them and they didn't like it. In my eyes, they deserved it. Any time you read someone's personal thoughts, you open yourself up to their anger. It's just like when I came home from grad school during winter break. All of my stuff had been moved out of my house so I had to stay in my brother's room. He warned me one day and said, "I suggest that you don't look through my drawers. If you do and you find something that you don't...I don't want to hear about it." After he told me that...of course I snooped through his drawers (I know you're reading this big bro...lol. But it was your fault. I wasn't even thinking about snooping until you said what you said.) and I found a few things that freaked me out, but it was MY fault. Completely my fault. He was only trying to live in his space...just like when I write in my journal, all I'm trying to do is get some deep seeded anger out of me. Okay, I have to stop now. I'm about to hit another tangent. So before I type my fingers off, I'ma have to bid y'all adieu!!!!
I'll admit that Freud would have a field day with my dreams, but dang...I think with her dreams he would have quit his day job. :-D
Where do dreams come from? Sometimes people accuse me of eating late or watching a certain television show in order to get my dreams, but that is not always the case. According to Cinderella, "A dream is a wish your heart makes." Does that mean my friend wants to watch a porno while eating cake with an ape in a polka dotted dress sitting at her side? Does that mean that I want to go to Mexico to kidnap kids who were already kidnapped and then go and work/live at a prison for teens? I HOPE not! If so, then my vampire dream is just too wrong to have to do in real life. I think that sometimes dreams are just thoughts that our minds like to play out. They aren't meant to make any sense...but sometimes they do. Sometimes they make a person look at their life and question things.
I prefer daydreams myself. That way I can control what's happening in my mind and telling my own future. I could be a control freak...wouldn't you like to know!!! Lol... I have had dreams that are so vivid that when I wake up I can end up being very upset and the person who did me wrong or looking for that person that I fell absolutely in love with. For example, I had a dream where I fell in love with a guy who was blind. The dream felt so real that when I woke up, I almost expected a call from him. Have you ever had a dream where you entire body reacts? I'm not just talking about those little nasty dreams that people tend to have from time to time. I'm talking about the rest. I had one where my boy Jeremiah was circling my house trying to shoot me. I remember feeling so scared! I had to force myself to wake up because I felt my heart racing and I started to break out into a sweat. In my dream I was crawling from hiding spot to hiding spot terrified because I knew that he wanted to kill me. I don't know why he wanted to kill me, I just knew that he did.
Okay, I think I have analyzed enough about my dreams on this blog. The more deeper things in my life tend to end up in my journal, which I don't share with ANYONE! Sure, I have had people read them before without my permission and each and every one of them found something that I said about them and they didn't like it. In my eyes, they deserved it. Any time you read someone's personal thoughts, you open yourself up to their anger. It's just like when I came home from grad school during winter break. All of my stuff had been moved out of my house so I had to stay in my brother's room. He warned me one day and said, "I suggest that you don't look through my drawers. If you do and you find something that you don't...I don't want to hear about it." After he told me that...of course I snooped through his drawers (I know you're reading this big bro...lol. But it was your fault. I wasn't even thinking about snooping until you said what you said.) and I found a few things that freaked me out, but it was MY fault. Completely my fault. He was only trying to live in his space...just like when I write in my journal, all I'm trying to do is get some deep seeded anger out of me. Okay, I have to stop now. I'm about to hit another tangent. So before I type my fingers off, I'ma have to bid y'all adieu!!!!
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Weird Dreams
Now I usually have weird dreams and sometimes I like to share them with people, other times I keep them to myself. There was a vampire dream that only 5 people know about and they know that if they snitch, they will pay dearly with their life! But last night I had a strange dream and I figured, "hey you have a blog get it off of your mind!"
Has anyone seen the HBO series OZ? Well I had a dream that I worked in an OZ like setting except it was for teenagers. They had rooms and their doors were glass. I had to sleep in the facility too. I too had a room but my door was a real door so no one could look inside to see what I was doing. There were many clips there that I can't remember or remember vaguely. For example there was something where I had a bowl of fish and it got knocked down and my fish died. Then there was a scene when I was feeding some dogs. Most of them were german shepards, but they were nice dogs. The only problem was instead of feeding them dog food one of the inmates accidently fed them bird seeds, the dogs were happy so we left them alone. The only problem with feeding the dogs is in the middle of the kennel there is a tiger in a cage. If you got too close to the cage the tiger would try to swipe you. Don't ask me why there was a tiger in the kennel or in a prison for teenagers...it was just there...lol.
On of my friends was imprisoned in OZ. Her name is Kafui and she had one of the german shepard dogs as a pet. She also had puppies. I was holding a puppy when it jumped out of my arms, it then started peeing. Then the other dogs started doing the same thing. I told her that I was going to get her some paper towels so she could clean up the pee, but then I ended up forgetting. I ended up helping to plan a spelling bee. The inmates would have to compete against high schools in the MA area. Now while I was walking to the office and while I was in the office I was fully clothed. When I left the office, I was wearing a shirt and a towel on the bottom half. I wasn't ashamed though. I ended up having a conversation with 4 of the inmates about pride and not caring about what others thing about you. I then decided that I was going to go back to my room and finally put on some clothes. I walked past Kafui's room and the pee was gone and I was fully clothed once again. I told her that I forgot about the paper towels, I don't know how she cleaned it up because trust me there was a lot of pee, but the room was very clean. She was going to respond, but then my neighbors set off the fire alarm and I woke up.
I never said that my dream was going to make sense...they NEVER do and if you every get the chance to hear the vampire dream...you will see the worse of my insane dreams.
Has anyone seen the HBO series OZ? Well I had a dream that I worked in an OZ like setting except it was for teenagers. They had rooms and their doors were glass. I had to sleep in the facility too. I too had a room but my door was a real door so no one could look inside to see what I was doing. There were many clips there that I can't remember or remember vaguely. For example there was something where I had a bowl of fish and it got knocked down and my fish died. Then there was a scene when I was feeding some dogs. Most of them were german shepards, but they were nice dogs. The only problem was instead of feeding them dog food one of the inmates accidently fed them bird seeds, the dogs were happy so we left them alone. The only problem with feeding the dogs is in the middle of the kennel there is a tiger in a cage. If you got too close to the cage the tiger would try to swipe you. Don't ask me why there was a tiger in the kennel or in a prison for teenagers...it was just there...lol.
On of my friends was imprisoned in OZ. Her name is Kafui and she had one of the german shepard dogs as a pet. She also had puppies. I was holding a puppy when it jumped out of my arms, it then started peeing. Then the other dogs started doing the same thing. I told her that I was going to get her some paper towels so she could clean up the pee, but then I ended up forgetting. I ended up helping to plan a spelling bee. The inmates would have to compete against high schools in the MA area. Now while I was walking to the office and while I was in the office I was fully clothed. When I left the office, I was wearing a shirt and a towel on the bottom half. I wasn't ashamed though. I ended up having a conversation with 4 of the inmates about pride and not caring about what others thing about you. I then decided that I was going to go back to my room and finally put on some clothes. I walked past Kafui's room and the pee was gone and I was fully clothed once again. I told her that I forgot about the paper towels, I don't know how she cleaned it up because trust me there was a lot of pee, but the room was very clean. She was going to respond, but then my neighbors set off the fire alarm and I woke up.
I never said that my dream was going to make sense...they NEVER do and if you every get the chance to hear the vampire dream...you will see the worse of my insane dreams.
Monday, December 19, 2005
Somebody's Watching ME!!!
All these years I used to play the conspiracy role and tell people that I believe that the government is spying on us AND IT'S TRUE!!!!
http://www.democrats.org/a/2005/12/did_george_bush.php
http://www.rutlandherald.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20051219/NEWS/512190313/0/FRONTPAGE
Are you kidding me? The man is spying on people WITHOUT getting the consent of the courts to do so! Sending Americans to foreign countries where torture is permitted!! For the Evangelicals who voted for him, can you come up with an excuse? Is he still ordained by God to be our president? Since when does God condone these acts? Show me in the Bible please!!! I mean, you all seem to excuse him most of the time.
But I'm not here to talk about Bushy and all of his shady acts. I'm here to talk about those people who used to say, "Oh Max, you are so paranoid! Why would the government spy on its own people?" To those people I say, "I TOLD YOU SO!"
This world is pretty screwed up. It's hard for a gal like me to not become one of those people who walk around extra paranoid because "the man" is trying to take me out because I refuse to ingest his propaganda (wow, it kinda sounds like I AM one of those people, huh?). I think it all started when I read "Animal Farm" by George Orwell. Reading about how the oppressed once given power can easily become the oppressor has soured me towards our government at an early age. I believe I was 9 when I read that book...
http://www.democrats.org/a/2005/12/did_george_bush.php
http://www.rutlandherald.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20051219/NEWS/512190313/0/FRONTPAGE
Are you kidding me? The man is spying on people WITHOUT getting the consent of the courts to do so! Sending Americans to foreign countries where torture is permitted!! For the Evangelicals who voted for him, can you come up with an excuse? Is he still ordained by God to be our president? Since when does God condone these acts? Show me in the Bible please!!! I mean, you all seem to excuse him most of the time.
But I'm not here to talk about Bushy and all of his shady acts. I'm here to talk about those people who used to say, "Oh Max, you are so paranoid! Why would the government spy on its own people?" To those people I say, "I TOLD YOU SO!"
This world is pretty screwed up. It's hard for a gal like me to not become one of those people who walk around extra paranoid because "the man" is trying to take me out because I refuse to ingest his propaganda (wow, it kinda sounds like I AM one of those people, huh?). I think it all started when I read "Animal Farm" by George Orwell. Reading about how the oppressed once given power can easily become the oppressor has soured me towards our government at an early age. I believe I was 9 when I read that book...
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
As if we don't have enough crazy reality shows...
Ummm...can we talk? Can we talk about Flava Flav having a bachelor-like reality tv show on VH1? Women will literally throw themselves at Flava to become his main squeeze. I'm sorry, is there a man shortage in the US? And why wasn't I contacted?! Man! I am ALWAYS the last to know! COME ON PEOPLE!!! I mean, everyone deserves to be loved, yes that is true, but if Flava wasn't rich, would these women be throwing themselves at him? NOPE! And for the White women on this show...don't they know what Public Enemy was about?! For you all who don't know, Public Enemy was a pro-Black, take the Man down type of group and Flava was a part of that. Yes, he date Briget Nielson...but ewww. Women how desperate do you have to be to kiss all up on a man who kissed up on her?!
Next reality show: Skating with the Stars!!!! Oh please! They are taking washed up television stars and strapping them into ice skates and throwing them on an ice rink. It's one thing to teach people how to ballroom dance, but to have these people do potentially dangerous stunts like lifting their partner or being lifted is crazy!!!! How desperate are these television stations?! I mean they cancel shows because ONLY 3 million people watch it, but then they create these stupid shows to replace the good ones. Pretty soon, I think I'm just going to have to stop watching tv. Maybe become a hardcore reader OR fulfill my dream and have a disco ball placed in the middle of my living room and everything time I want to bust a move all I have to do is clap my hands and it all starts up.
Maybe this doesn't make sense, but I am pretty sure that everyone has a reality show out there that annoys them! Does anyone remember the show on Fox where that woman had to decide which man was gay and which one wasn't? They canceled that bad boy after three shows. I wonder why didn't they cancel it once they finished taping it OR just not tape it at all? What reality shows drive YOU up the wall?
Next reality show: Skating with the Stars!!!! Oh please! They are taking washed up television stars and strapping them into ice skates and throwing them on an ice rink. It's one thing to teach people how to ballroom dance, but to have these people do potentially dangerous stunts like lifting their partner or being lifted is crazy!!!! How desperate are these television stations?! I mean they cancel shows because ONLY 3 million people watch it, but then they create these stupid shows to replace the good ones. Pretty soon, I think I'm just going to have to stop watching tv. Maybe become a hardcore reader OR fulfill my dream and have a disco ball placed in the middle of my living room and everything time I want to bust a move all I have to do is clap my hands and it all starts up.
Maybe this doesn't make sense, but I am pretty sure that everyone has a reality show out there that annoys them! Does anyone remember the show on Fox where that woman had to decide which man was gay and which one wasn't? They canceled that bad boy after three shows. I wonder why didn't they cancel it once they finished taping it OR just not tape it at all? What reality shows drive YOU up the wall?
Sunday, December 11, 2005
An Email to Jonathan
So here is an email to Jonathan. I think he gets a kick out of the dreams that I have and that I write about...but who knows...he usually responds with a witty sarcastic remark. He hasn't yet, but I decided to share this dream with you because I woke up saying, "huh?" Any interpretations are welcomed. :-)
Hey Jonathan!
So about 2 days ago, I had a weird dream and you were
in it. You had adopted 3 Mexican kids (2 girls, 1 boy
and none of them were related) and I was helping you
out by babysitting them. One day we were all walking
in Mexico and I was trying to keep them walking close
to us but you kept telling them that they could be
kids and run around. All of a sudden the youngest one
was stolen. She was bout 4 years old. A car came up
and kidnapped her. When we got back to the United
States, they took the other two kids away from you
because they blaimed you for the youngest being taken.
So you and I went back to Mexico and we found the
youngest one. I don't know how we found her, but we
did and she was flown to Boston becaus they found her
with drugs in her system and unconscious. My mom
decided to look after her. After that you were
allowed to get the other two back, but the problem was
we had to go and get them. The boy was somewhere in
the US with his birth father who was abusing him, so
we found him and I think you killed the boy's father.
A day later, we put the boy on the plane to Boston, so
he could stay with my mom, who was taking care of the
youngest girl who finally came out of her coma.
For the oldest one who was about 9 years old, we had
to go back to Mexico (again) and kidnap her from the
drug lords who held her hostage. So we drove all the
way to Mexico, as a matter of fact, we drove all over
the place, in the same car. You did all of the
driving. Anyhoo, I remember putting on a fake curly
wig so I could pretend that I was a Mexican girl. You
told the people at the border that we were going into
Mexico with your daughter to pick up your friend. You
gave him a picture of me and told him that when you
came gack, I would be in the car with you. I don't
know how he thought that I was a little girl, I
pretended to sleep in the back of the car, but ok...
Before we left, we found out where they were hiding
her and we checked into the hotel where she was being
held hostage. I pretended like I was a prostitute and
you were my pimp. I started flirting with one of the
guys and I saw that the girl was in the room next to
us and I got him to come into our room and you beat
him up. We put him in the closet and I shot him with
a sleep dart and we put him in the closet. Then we
waited for the men to leave the room, broke in, and
kidnapped her. Once we had her, so it wouldn't look
like we were guilty we went back into our room. When
the men returned, we started shooting through the
walls and they all died. We then hopped back into the
same car that we were driving around and went back to
Boston. All of your kids were together and you never
allowed them to run away from us again.
Hmmm...I guess that's what I get for watching "Kill
Bill Vol. 1" right before I went to bed.
I figured that I would share this dream with you since
you have heard them before.
I hope all is well with you! :-)
-Maxine
Hey Jonathan!
So about 2 days ago, I had a weird dream and you were
in it. You had adopted 3 Mexican kids (2 girls, 1 boy
and none of them were related) and I was helping you
out by babysitting them. One day we were all walking
in Mexico and I was trying to keep them walking close
to us but you kept telling them that they could be
kids and run around. All of a sudden the youngest one
was stolen. She was bout 4 years old. A car came up
and kidnapped her. When we got back to the United
States, they took the other two kids away from you
because they blaimed you for the youngest being taken.
So you and I went back to Mexico and we found the
youngest one. I don't know how we found her, but we
did and she was flown to Boston becaus they found her
with drugs in her system and unconscious. My mom
decided to look after her. After that you were
allowed to get the other two back, but the problem was
we had to go and get them. The boy was somewhere in
the US with his birth father who was abusing him, so
we found him and I think you killed the boy's father.
A day later, we put the boy on the plane to Boston, so
he could stay with my mom, who was taking care of the
youngest girl who finally came out of her coma.
For the oldest one who was about 9 years old, we had
to go back to Mexico (again) and kidnap her from the
drug lords who held her hostage. So we drove all the
way to Mexico, as a matter of fact, we drove all over
the place, in the same car. You did all of the
driving. Anyhoo, I remember putting on a fake curly
wig so I could pretend that I was a Mexican girl. You
told the people at the border that we were going into
Mexico with your daughter to pick up your friend. You
gave him a picture of me and told him that when you
came gack, I would be in the car with you. I don't
know how he thought that I was a little girl, I
pretended to sleep in the back of the car, but ok...
Before we left, we found out where they were hiding
her and we checked into the hotel where she was being
held hostage. I pretended like I was a prostitute and
you were my pimp. I started flirting with one of the
guys and I saw that the girl was in the room next to
us and I got him to come into our room and you beat
him up. We put him in the closet and I shot him with
a sleep dart and we put him in the closet. Then we
waited for the men to leave the room, broke in, and
kidnapped her. Once we had her, so it wouldn't look
like we were guilty we went back into our room. When
the men returned, we started shooting through the
walls and they all died. We then hopped back into the
same car that we were driving around and went back to
Boston. All of your kids were together and you never
allowed them to run away from us again.
Hmmm...I guess that's what I get for watching "Kill
Bill Vol. 1" right before I went to bed.
I figured that I would share this dream with you since
you have heard them before.
I hope all is well with you! :-)
-Maxine
Friday, December 09, 2005
I know...
I know, I haven't written a blog in a long time, but can you blame me? Of course you can! Here is fair Massachusetts it snowed and it snowed a lot. I felt sorry for the kids. I mean, it must REALLY suck to get a day like this in a Friday! Perhaps if it were on a Sunday, they might have Monday off or at least have a delay, but oh well. I remember snow days, but my snow days were different than the snow days that my friends had in my neighborhood. See, I was a METCO kid, meaning that I lived in the inner-city and I was shipped to a suburb. The quaint little suburb of Lynnfield, Massachusetts. Usually, my friends who went to Boston Public Schools and lived about 1/2 hour from their schools were given snow days left and right while I, who lived 1 1/2 hours from my school had to go! Can you believe it? I know that I'm not suppose to be bitter, but you imagine having a bus without any heat, that sometimes broke down on the highway. We would have to get up at 5 am, hit the highway by 6:30 am only to arrive at school by 11:30 am. As we trudged into school wishing that we were home under our blankets, we had to hear, "The METCO kids have just arrived, please let admit them to class." As if none of our teachers and friends didn't realize that we were in school...I mean we were the ONLY minorities there. Imagine how grumpy we were only to have to answer questions about why were we late, why did the bus break down, and are we mad that we had to come to school. On a day like today, I would normally get home around 8 pm when we left school at 1 pm. I feel for any METCO kid. I honestly do. I don't know the purpose of this blog, but then again...most of my blogs won't make any sense. It's just random ramblings...are you enjoying them? Let me know!
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