Hello 4 faithful readers (and the rest),
I know that usually I jump on this thing and rant, but today, I'm sorta rantless (Well...you never know. I might have a rant stored up) because I just have a question.
How much stock should we put into our dreams?
I mean, I had a doozy of a dream dealing with vampires and TRUST me, I don't EVER want that dream to happen. I would tell you, but um, only 4 people know that dream and it needs to stay that way. Trust me, those 4 people are still wishing that I never shared that dream with them.
But what about dreams that are real? You like a guy, he likes you, and both had dreams where things didn't work out. Is that a sign? God telling you that it ain't gonna happen? What is it?
I once had a dream that my ex was cheating on me and it was true. In the dream I was at this karaoke bar that I used to go to all the time while in college (so what? I'm hooked) and I looked across the room and there he was hugged up on some girl. I walked out of the bar on my side and walked back into the bar on his side. I went up to him and asked him what was going on and she said, "What are you talking about? I was here first." Turns out that that was the case. He was with another person (who was pregnant) before he started chasing me. Psychic powers? Nah, I don't believe in that stuff. God telling me that something wasn't right? Oh I believe that...
But there are some dreams that aren't meant to be true. They are just our minds thinking and if your mind is like mine, your dreams are VERY movie like. I can go to the bathroom and my dream will resume because I willed it to. Or if I'm having a nightmare, I can bend the dream to my will and all of a sudden I'm in a meadow playing. Sometimes if I have a dream where something bad goes wrong, I rewind and play the dream the way I want it to be. In my eyes, these are my dreams and they should give me what I want.
What? It's TRUE! Though there are some dreams that I just let run.
So, how much stock should I put unto my dreams? How about you faithful 4? How much do you put in your dreams? For those who might read this too, how about you?
All right, I have to end this. Once again I got caught up in "business" so my body is reminding me that I haven't eaten yet...So sue me, but I should probably eat now.
I'm searching for a rant...*searching*
Nothing yet, though...
My friend Avery and I are planning on having a bad movie fest this Thursday, so trust me...There will be several rants waiting for you guys on Friday! :)
Yes, yes I know that I'm only setting myself up to be agitated...but c'mon, some movies are SO bad that they deserve to be made fun of.
Oh wait...
It's Kwanzaa *gag* (http://dimplesz78.blogspot.com/2006/10/kwanzaawhy.html)
That's all I'm going to say. *sigh*
*feels rant*
The part that REALLY bothers me about this freakin' holiday is that everyone expects me to partake of the holiday!!!! Just because I'm black that doesn't mean I do Kwanzaa. I'm not judging others who do. I'm just saying in my opinion...Well follow the link and you'll see my opinion.
All right, still hungry here, yet still typing. You know...Sometimes eating bothers me! My system always gets hungry at the worst times! lol I'm going to get yelled at for that statement, I know, but it's true! Why can our bodies be like a tv. When I want to eat I hit a button...When I don't want to eat, I keep my stomach off. That would work SO much better for me!
Perhaps I should put in a request to the Man in the clouds? He would just laugh at me.
Tomorrow's topic:
Always the Non-Conformist...Never Goes Along for the Ride
Until then faithful 4 and others!
Love, Peace, and Hair Grease
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Monday, December 25, 2006
So it is Christmas...
In my 28 years of being on this earth, I finally had a Christmas where I got to sleep in late and plan my own day. I like this...I like this a lot. *smiles*
Down to business! :-)
Okay, so let's take a crack at some of the Christmas songs that we sing and that we teach our children to sing. There aren't too many that bother me actually...Well, I guess if I REALLY wanted to I could make a stink about every song, but I'm not like that. Although, I do have request for a song that I totally wasn't thinking about but now that this person has put the song in my head, I HAVE to do it first!
Winter Wonderland:
(It starts off sweet. Describing a perfect and beautiful place but then...)
In the meadow we can build a snowman,
Then pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll say: Are you married?
we'll say: No man,
But you can do the job
when you're in town.
Later on, we'll conspire,
as we dream by the fire
To face unafraid,
the plans that we've made,
walking in a winter wonderland.
Okay first of all, who is Parson Brown you ask. Well, I took the liberty and looked him up. Guess what? There IS NO Parson Brown, like an actor or a singer or an athelete. Parson is used to refer to a clergy man. So...These women are building a snowman in the image of a priest and forcing him to marry them. Hmmm....
Let's talk about this marriage. How desperate are you that you end up marrying a snowman? Where are all the men? Are these women SO hideous that they can't find a man to marry them? They had to build a man (in the image of a respected man of God) and then force him to marry them. I mean, the snowman didn't even have a chance to chill and um, since when do snowmen talk?! "And you can do the job while you're in town." Where the heck is the snowman going?! Is he going to say, "Ooops! Spring is approaching! I must go to the North Pole but I shall return!" Uh no. He's going to melt.
"Later on we'll conspire as we sit by the fire." First of all, simple rules of science have concluded that ice + heat = the physical state of the ice changing into water, but honestly that's not the part that cracks me up. Why are you conspiring with a snowman? Since the snowman is made after a clergy man, would it conspire? I think not! And um, how did you get the snowman to the crib? Why are you nuzzling up to a block of ice? WHY DON'T YOU HAVE A REAL MAN IN YOUR CRIB?! Honestly, I'm single at this point, but I'm NOT so desperate that I need to build a fake man out of the snow and do things to him. Though, if I did...I think I would make that snowman in the image of...The Rock! But that would be too much snow and I think one of my friends would have tackled me because at that point I would have officially lost my darn mind!
There's one more line that bothers me:
"We'll frolic and play, the Eskimo way"
Ummm...stereotype maybe? I'm not an Eskimo, but I'm pretty sure that NOT all Eskimos frolic and play. Does that writer of this song know ALL Eskimos? Exactly...
Moving on!!!
I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Clause:
I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus
Underneath the mistletoe last night.
She didn't see me creep
down the stairs to have a peep;
She thought that I was tucked
up in my bedroom fast asleep.
Then, I saw Mommy tickle Santa Claus
Underneath his beard so snowy white;
Oh, what a laugh it would have been
If Daddy had only seen
Mommy kissing Santa Claus last night.
The song should be called, "I saw Mommy cheating on Daddy."
Why is this little kid happy? I come from a single parent home but if I saw my mother cheating on my father, there will be some problems. Some serious serious problems.
Some might argue that the kid knew it was his father, but I say no. If the kid found out it was his father, that boy would have been upset because his parents lied to him and more upset that there wasn't a Santa. C'mon people and we are teaching our kids these song? "Son, if you ever see me kissing Santa, don't tell Daddy, just sit there and watch."
Is anyone else grossed out at that thought? I know I am. Let's look at the last 3 lines please.
Oh, what a laugh it would have been
If Daddy had only seen
Mommy kissing Santa Claus last night.
I don't think Daddy would be laughing. Honestly, I think Daddy would be arrested that night if he found his wife kissing Santa Claus. Daddy would have hurled a few curse words at Mommy while hurting Santa Claus. There would be nothing cute about the situation. Yet, I see little kids singing this all the time. Even the Jackson 5 sang this song when they were younger. In the end Michael goes, "I'm gonna tell my daddy!" You darn tootin! Tell your Father! Your Mother is cheating! And what kind of behavior is this encouraging????
Mommy is giggling, kissing, and touching Santa and the little kid watches? Sounds like we have a little psycho in training.
But I digress...
This last song, I'm going to do piece by piece because it is utterly disturbing...lol.
Grandma Got ran over by a Reindeer:
Grandma got run over by a reindeer.
Walking home from our house Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
but as for me and grandpa we believe.
She'd been drinking too much eggnog,
and we begged her not to go.
But she forgot her medication, and she
staggered out the door into the snow.
When we found her Christmas morning,
at the scene of the attack,
she had hoof-prints on her forehead,
and incriminating Claus marks on her back.
First, Grandma is minding her own business and she's assaulted by reindeer, but what bothers me the most is Grandma is drunk. So she's drunk and going to get her meds. Uhhhh, since when can you take your meds with alcohol? If Grandma didn't die from the reindeer, she would have died from mixing medicine and alcohol! Are you kidding me? And why does Grandma have hoof prints on her forehead AND Claus marks on her back? Did they run Grandma over and then carried her body under them while they kept going? Did Santa get out and do something to Grandma so she wouldn't tell on him? Something is a bit suspicious here, doncha think?
Now we're all so proud of grandpa,
He's been taking this so well.
See him in there watching football,
drinking root beer and
playing cards with Cousin Mel.
It's not Christmas without Grandma,
All the family's dressed in black
and we just can't help but wonder:
Should we open up her gifts,
or send them back?
Send them back!!
Wait wait wait! Stop the presses!!!! So, everyone is proud of Grandpa. He just lost his wife to some freaky accident involving Santa and reindeer, but he's taking this so well? I think Grandpa is tied up in this conspiracy! He has some 20 year old chick waiting for him back at his house. Who sits there drinking root beer, watching football, and playing cards with Cousin Mel (who I think is also involved in this conspiracy, heck I think the ENTIRE family is involved) 1 day after losing your wife (or husband).
The ENTIRE family is dressed in black yet they are still openeing up gifts AND they are wondering if they should keep her gifts or send them back? WHO HAS CHRISTMAS WHEN THEIR LOVED ONE WAS BRUTALLY MURDERED? I think the writer of this song was seriously drunk or high when he wrote it. Oh but wait...There's more...
Now the goose is on the table
and the pudding made of fig
and the blue and silver candles
that would just have matched
the hair on grandma's wig.
I've warned all my
friends and neighbors
better watch out for yourselves,
they should never give a license
to a man who drives a sleigh
and plays with elves.
So um...Is it me, or are they still continuing on with Christmas? Seems to me like they are still having dinner. They are still um, celebrating...While Grandma's cold body is in the ground with a hoof print on her forehead and weird marks on her back. I think this family hired a wanna be Santa to run Grandma down. I think they got her drunk on purpose. That way, if the hired Santa didn't kill her, taking her meds with alcohol in her system would. Once Grandma dies, they continue on with Christmas...How cold and evil does THAT sound?!
But it's a Christmas classic.
That's it for my Christmas song rant. It appears that I have a new faithful reader I would like to say, "Welcome to my insanity Funkette!"
Until next time 4 faithful readers (I'm getting more faithful readers) and everyone one else...
Love, Peace, and Hair Grease!!!
Down to business! :-)
Okay, so let's take a crack at some of the Christmas songs that we sing and that we teach our children to sing. There aren't too many that bother me actually...Well, I guess if I REALLY wanted to I could make a stink about every song, but I'm not like that. Although, I do have request for a song that I totally wasn't thinking about but now that this person has put the song in my head, I HAVE to do it first!
Winter Wonderland:
(It starts off sweet. Describing a perfect and beautiful place but then...)
In the meadow we can build a snowman,
Then pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll say: Are you married?
we'll say: No man,
But you can do the job
when you're in town.
Later on, we'll conspire,
as we dream by the fire
To face unafraid,
the plans that we've made,
walking in a winter wonderland.
Okay first of all, who is Parson Brown you ask. Well, I took the liberty and looked him up. Guess what? There IS NO Parson Brown, like an actor or a singer or an athelete. Parson is used to refer to a clergy man. So...These women are building a snowman in the image of a priest and forcing him to marry them. Hmmm....
Let's talk about this marriage. How desperate are you that you end up marrying a snowman? Where are all the men? Are these women SO hideous that they can't find a man to marry them? They had to build a man (in the image of a respected man of God) and then force him to marry them. I mean, the snowman didn't even have a chance to chill and um, since when do snowmen talk?! "And you can do the job while you're in town." Where the heck is the snowman going?! Is he going to say, "Ooops! Spring is approaching! I must go to the North Pole but I shall return!" Uh no. He's going to melt.
"Later on we'll conspire as we sit by the fire." First of all, simple rules of science have concluded that ice + heat = the physical state of the ice changing into water, but honestly that's not the part that cracks me up. Why are you conspiring with a snowman? Since the snowman is made after a clergy man, would it conspire? I think not! And um, how did you get the snowman to the crib? Why are you nuzzling up to a block of ice? WHY DON'T YOU HAVE A REAL MAN IN YOUR CRIB?! Honestly, I'm single at this point, but I'm NOT so desperate that I need to build a fake man out of the snow and do things to him. Though, if I did...I think I would make that snowman in the image of...The Rock! But that would be too much snow and I think one of my friends would have tackled me because at that point I would have officially lost my darn mind!
There's one more line that bothers me:
"We'll frolic and play, the Eskimo way"
Ummm...stereotype maybe? I'm not an Eskimo, but I'm pretty sure that NOT all Eskimos frolic and play. Does that writer of this song know ALL Eskimos? Exactly...
Moving on!!!
I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Clause:
I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus
Underneath the mistletoe last night.
She didn't see me creep
down the stairs to have a peep;
She thought that I was tucked
up in my bedroom fast asleep.
Then, I saw Mommy tickle Santa Claus
Underneath his beard so snowy white;
Oh, what a laugh it would have been
If Daddy had only seen
Mommy kissing Santa Claus last night.
The song should be called, "I saw Mommy cheating on Daddy."
Why is this little kid happy? I come from a single parent home but if I saw my mother cheating on my father, there will be some problems. Some serious serious problems.
Some might argue that the kid knew it was his father, but I say no. If the kid found out it was his father, that boy would have been upset because his parents lied to him and more upset that there wasn't a Santa. C'mon people and we are teaching our kids these song? "Son, if you ever see me kissing Santa, don't tell Daddy, just sit there and watch."
Is anyone else grossed out at that thought? I know I am. Let's look at the last 3 lines please.
Oh, what a laugh it would have been
If Daddy had only seen
Mommy kissing Santa Claus last night.
I don't think Daddy would be laughing. Honestly, I think Daddy would be arrested that night if he found his wife kissing Santa Claus. Daddy would have hurled a few curse words at Mommy while hurting Santa Claus. There would be nothing cute about the situation. Yet, I see little kids singing this all the time. Even the Jackson 5 sang this song when they were younger. In the end Michael goes, "I'm gonna tell my daddy!" You darn tootin! Tell your Father! Your Mother is cheating! And what kind of behavior is this encouraging????
Mommy is giggling, kissing, and touching Santa and the little kid watches? Sounds like we have a little psycho in training.
But I digress...
This last song, I'm going to do piece by piece because it is utterly disturbing...lol.
Grandma Got ran over by a Reindeer:
Grandma got run over by a reindeer.
Walking home from our house Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
but as for me and grandpa we believe.
She'd been drinking too much eggnog,
and we begged her not to go.
But she forgot her medication, and she
staggered out the door into the snow.
When we found her Christmas morning,
at the scene of the attack,
she had hoof-prints on her forehead,
and incriminating Claus marks on her back.
First, Grandma is minding her own business and she's assaulted by reindeer, but what bothers me the most is Grandma is drunk. So she's drunk and going to get her meds. Uhhhh, since when can you take your meds with alcohol? If Grandma didn't die from the reindeer, she would have died from mixing medicine and alcohol! Are you kidding me? And why does Grandma have hoof prints on her forehead AND Claus marks on her back? Did they run Grandma over and then carried her body under them while they kept going? Did Santa get out and do something to Grandma so she wouldn't tell on him? Something is a bit suspicious here, doncha think?
Now we're all so proud of grandpa,
He's been taking this so well.
See him in there watching football,
drinking root beer and
playing cards with Cousin Mel.
It's not Christmas without Grandma,
All the family's dressed in black
and we just can't help but wonder:
Should we open up her gifts,
or send them back?
Send them back!!
Wait wait wait! Stop the presses!!!! So, everyone is proud of Grandpa. He just lost his wife to some freaky accident involving Santa and reindeer, but he's taking this so well? I think Grandpa is tied up in this conspiracy! He has some 20 year old chick waiting for him back at his house. Who sits there drinking root beer, watching football, and playing cards with Cousin Mel (who I think is also involved in this conspiracy, heck I think the ENTIRE family is involved) 1 day after losing your wife (or husband).
The ENTIRE family is dressed in black yet they are still openeing up gifts AND they are wondering if they should keep her gifts or send them back? WHO HAS CHRISTMAS WHEN THEIR LOVED ONE WAS BRUTALLY MURDERED? I think the writer of this song was seriously drunk or high when he wrote it. Oh but wait...There's more...
Now the goose is on the table
and the pudding made of fig
and the blue and silver candles
that would just have matched
the hair on grandma's wig.
I've warned all my
friends and neighbors
better watch out for yourselves,
they should never give a license
to a man who drives a sleigh
and plays with elves.
So um...Is it me, or are they still continuing on with Christmas? Seems to me like they are still having dinner. They are still um, celebrating...While Grandma's cold body is in the ground with a hoof print on her forehead and weird marks on her back. I think this family hired a wanna be Santa to run Grandma down. I think they got her drunk on purpose. That way, if the hired Santa didn't kill her, taking her meds with alcohol in her system would. Once Grandma dies, they continue on with Christmas...How cold and evil does THAT sound?!
But it's a Christmas classic.
That's it for my Christmas song rant. It appears that I have a new faithful reader I would like to say, "Welcome to my insanity Funkette!"
Until next time 4 faithful readers (I'm getting more faithful readers) and everyone one else...
Love, Peace, and Hair Grease!!!
Sunday, December 24, 2006
All I Want For Christmas...
So, I FINALLY have my Christmas plans all set. Yup, I'll be spending Christmas alone. Now, now...Before you guys get all sentimental and I start receiving invites to Christmas via my cellphone and email, I WANT to spend Christmas alone. I'm serious. I told my mom that and she's mad cool with that. Now, before I answer my door only to find a suicide hotline on the other side...
No I'm not depressed.
I just want a quiet Christmas. I really do. Kel and I decorated our tree. I hung up my Christmas stocking and cards...My little Christmas figurines are out (Thanks to Judy and Hallmark), but that's all I want to do. Honestly. I appreciate the symbolism of this holiday, but that's it. I've done no Christmas shopping and I've made no Christmas requests (unless you want to offer me a a job for Christmas). I did receive my first Christmas ornament from a friend (thanks Scottie!!!!) and that's hanging on the tree...So YAY! I have an ornament to call my own!
So yes for the first time in 28 years, I will be chillin by myself for Christmas. I mean, my best friend wants to come over but she doesn't want to follow my rules for not mentioning the holiday, so she'll end up being locked out. (You know it's true Gaetane!) lol
I just had a thought. Sometimes our minds and I bodies act a certain way because they prepare for something. I'm not depressed, I'm not angry, I just don't want to be around people tomorrow. That doesn't make me antisocial, I mean...I do want to do First Night for New Years Eve, but for some reason...Christmas = alone. So now I'm wondering, what does my mind and body know that I don't know? Does that sound weird? But it happens all the time with us. For example, all of a sudden you notice that you are sleeping more. You don't understand why, you've been sleeping regularly and sleeping well at that. You haven't changed activities, yet you find yourself drowsy during the day and taking long naps on the weekends. You wonder why...
Until you get hit with a cold or an infection. That's right, your mind was telling your body to fight the bacteria that's trying to invade your system. So in order for your body to do it's job, you needed to sleep more. You needed to rest more and not be running around everywhere. That's an example of your mind and body knowing something that you don't.
Okay everyone chill! I'm not dying! Oh goodness, I just had an image of my cellphone ringing because the 3 people who read this blog religiously are freaking out. Then those three will tell three more and those three will tell three more and so on...
Gosh, you know what? My social circle has shrunk DRASTICALLY. I remember when I was 20, my friend Maya said to me, "As you get older, your social circle shrinks." I thought she was insane because while at Northeastern University...I was popular. A huge university and a lot of people either knew me or of me. So every now and then, my friends would accuse me of knowing everyone. I'm not sure if I acted this out for y'all...But I'll do it again because it's hilarious to me.
Friend: Gosh Max! Do you know everyone?!
Me: What? Don't be silly! I don't know everyone!
Random Person: Hey Max!
Me: What's up homey! (Most likely I didn't know their name...What? I'm bad with names!)
Friend: See? You know everyone!
Me: I do NOT know everyone!
(Random person comes up to me and kisses my cheek)
Random person: Hey Max!
Me: Hey (instert name here, Hey if they are kissing my cheek...You darn tootin' I know their name!)!!
Friend: Right, so you don't know everyone! (rolls eyes)
Me: Just because three people said hi to me, that doesn't mean I know everyone on this campus!
(3-5 random people walk by and greet me)
Friend: (giggling) Just give up! You're proving me right!
(This is when I get a little bit quiet and wait for us to reach a less populated area)
Me: I don't know everyone!
(My friend and I wait for someone to greet me, but no one does)
Me: SEE!!!! (smiles big)
Friend: Whatever!
End Scene
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Hmmm...
I just took a long hiatus doing this and now I lost the urge to finish this, so it's ending now. I'll return tomorrow! Tomorrow I shall talk about disturbing Christmas songs!
Until then faithful readers...
Love, Peace, and Hair Grease!
No I'm not depressed.
I just want a quiet Christmas. I really do. Kel and I decorated our tree. I hung up my Christmas stocking and cards...My little Christmas figurines are out (Thanks to Judy and Hallmark), but that's all I want to do. Honestly. I appreciate the symbolism of this holiday, but that's it. I've done no Christmas shopping and I've made no Christmas requests (unless you want to offer me a a job for Christmas). I did receive my first Christmas ornament from a friend (thanks Scottie!!!!) and that's hanging on the tree...So YAY! I have an ornament to call my own!
So yes for the first time in 28 years, I will be chillin by myself for Christmas. I mean, my best friend wants to come over but she doesn't want to follow my rules for not mentioning the holiday, so she'll end up being locked out. (You know it's true Gaetane!) lol
I just had a thought. Sometimes our minds and I bodies act a certain way because they prepare for something. I'm not depressed, I'm not angry, I just don't want to be around people tomorrow. That doesn't make me antisocial, I mean...I do want to do First Night for New Years Eve, but for some reason...Christmas = alone. So now I'm wondering, what does my mind and body know that I don't know? Does that sound weird? But it happens all the time with us. For example, all of a sudden you notice that you are sleeping more. You don't understand why, you've been sleeping regularly and sleeping well at that. You haven't changed activities, yet you find yourself drowsy during the day and taking long naps on the weekends. You wonder why...
Until you get hit with a cold or an infection. That's right, your mind was telling your body to fight the bacteria that's trying to invade your system. So in order for your body to do it's job, you needed to sleep more. You needed to rest more and not be running around everywhere. That's an example of your mind and body knowing something that you don't.
Okay everyone chill! I'm not dying! Oh goodness, I just had an image of my cellphone ringing because the 3 people who read this blog religiously are freaking out. Then those three will tell three more and those three will tell three more and so on...
Gosh, you know what? My social circle has shrunk DRASTICALLY. I remember when I was 20, my friend Maya said to me, "As you get older, your social circle shrinks." I thought she was insane because while at Northeastern University...I was popular. A huge university and a lot of people either knew me or of me. So every now and then, my friends would accuse me of knowing everyone. I'm not sure if I acted this out for y'all...But I'll do it again because it's hilarious to me.
Friend: Gosh Max! Do you know everyone?!
Me: What? Don't be silly! I don't know everyone!
Random Person: Hey Max!
Me: What's up homey! (Most likely I didn't know their name...What? I'm bad with names!)
Friend: See? You know everyone!
Me: I do NOT know everyone!
(Random person comes up to me and kisses my cheek)
Random person: Hey Max!
Me: Hey (instert name here, Hey if they are kissing my cheek...You darn tootin' I know their name!)!!
Friend: Right, so you don't know everyone! (rolls eyes)
Me: Just because three people said hi to me, that doesn't mean I know everyone on this campus!
(3-5 random people walk by and greet me)
Friend: (giggling) Just give up! You're proving me right!
(This is when I get a little bit quiet and wait for us to reach a less populated area)
Me: I don't know everyone!
(My friend and I wait for someone to greet me, but no one does)
Me: SEE!!!! (smiles big)
Friend: Whatever!
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Hmmm...
I just took a long hiatus doing this and now I lost the urge to finish this, so it's ending now. I'll return tomorrow! Tomorrow I shall talk about disturbing Christmas songs!
Until then faithful readers...
Love, Peace, and Hair Grease!
Saturday, December 16, 2006
How Flaky?
You know what? I'm flaky. Yup, I am. Sure, those who remember me from college are probably choking on whatever is in their mouths right about now because in college I was either in class, a meeting, or helping someone out with their issues. I barely had "me" time and I paid dearly for that. Shoot, I'm STILL trying to get over the effects of my college years, but I will just you wait and see!
But seriously, when it comes to my social calendar I'm SO flaky it's not even funny and you know what? I'm okay with that. I'm SINGLE...I have the luxury to sleep to 1 pm, stay up until 5 am, eat cereal late at night...stuff like that and I don't want to give it up. Sometimes I'm feeling very sociable and so I do something. Other than those times, I just want to be alone, maybe doing things that I want to do and sitting in silence. Lately I've been teaching myself the guitar, writing more, doing random art projects around my house, just catching up with myself. Finding out who is this Max person...what does she like...who does she like...if a tree falls in the woods and no one is there does she care if it makes a sound? Those thoughts are important when you're 28 and single. When you've given yourself to others for 10 years and basically got nothing back from the masses, there comes a time when you need to be a bit selfish. I can't be selfish when I get married because then that marriage would end. Who wants to be married to a selfish person? It's not fair for the other person especially if they are a giver.
Hold on...Mom is at the front door. *crosses her fingers and braces herself for the calamity that only her mother can bring*
Okay, done. She was reasonable so it was all good.
Anywhoo...
Back to me. I'm actually happy that I'm not married yet. If I had gotten married at 23 or 24, that poor guy would have to deal with my growing pains. In other words, I would go from being sucked dried from people who only had their best interests in mind to being with a guy who loves me a lot but for me, sure I would love him, but I wouldn't know what to do with myself. I wouldn't know myself either. Perhaps the reason why I went through so many career changes is because I wanted to please others. Do I know what I want to be now? Nope, I see myself being a floater for the next 20 years of my life. You know, try out one field for 5 years and then switching or who knows? I might find one career and say, "This is it!" I don't know.
So to all of my friends who wonder why I disappear for long periods of time I'm not going to apologize. If I did, I would be lying and I don't like lying. So to you guys I say, "I'll catch ya sometime in the future! I'm okay, still alive, I'm still the Max that you remember BUT this Max needs to look after Max for a bit."
My mother looks at my masters degree as a waste of time because I don't plan to do anything in that field anymore, but I see it as a time where I lived by myself and I began to pick myself apart even when I thought I didn't have the strength. A lot has changed in me and I like the change.
So yes, I'm flaky! I'm as flaky as a pie crust! And for once in my life, I'm not going to feel guilty about it. In the future there is going to be a husband whose feelings I'll have to consider and babies who will take a lot of my attention. I'm preparing for those times, I'm getting flaky all out of my system!
For my married friends and those with children, try to remember how you were when you were single and don't try to push things on me. Just let me float and flake...that's all I ask.
Okay, I still have art projects that are staring at me and begging me to finish them. *sigh* So I guess I'll get to them RIGHT now. Well unless something else pops in my head, then I'll do that first and probably something after, then I'll do my art projects tomorrow. lol
Until then my non-flaky and flaky readers...
Love, Peace, and Hair Grease!
But seriously, when it comes to my social calendar I'm SO flaky it's not even funny and you know what? I'm okay with that. I'm SINGLE...I have the luxury to sleep to 1 pm, stay up until 5 am, eat cereal late at night...stuff like that and I don't want to give it up. Sometimes I'm feeling very sociable and so I do something. Other than those times, I just want to be alone, maybe doing things that I want to do and sitting in silence. Lately I've been teaching myself the guitar, writing more, doing random art projects around my house, just catching up with myself. Finding out who is this Max person...what does she like...who does she like...if a tree falls in the woods and no one is there does she care if it makes a sound? Those thoughts are important when you're 28 and single. When you've given yourself to others for 10 years and basically got nothing back from the masses, there comes a time when you need to be a bit selfish. I can't be selfish when I get married because then that marriage would end. Who wants to be married to a selfish person? It's not fair for the other person especially if they are a giver.
Hold on...Mom is at the front door. *crosses her fingers and braces herself for the calamity that only her mother can bring*
Okay, done. She was reasonable so it was all good.
Anywhoo...
Back to me. I'm actually happy that I'm not married yet. If I had gotten married at 23 or 24, that poor guy would have to deal with my growing pains. In other words, I would go from being sucked dried from people who only had their best interests in mind to being with a guy who loves me a lot but for me, sure I would love him, but I wouldn't know what to do with myself. I wouldn't know myself either. Perhaps the reason why I went through so many career changes is because I wanted to please others. Do I know what I want to be now? Nope, I see myself being a floater for the next 20 years of my life. You know, try out one field for 5 years and then switching or who knows? I might find one career and say, "This is it!" I don't know.
So to all of my friends who wonder why I disappear for long periods of time I'm not going to apologize. If I did, I would be lying and I don't like lying. So to you guys I say, "I'll catch ya sometime in the future! I'm okay, still alive, I'm still the Max that you remember BUT this Max needs to look after Max for a bit."
My mother looks at my masters degree as a waste of time because I don't plan to do anything in that field anymore, but I see it as a time where I lived by myself and I began to pick myself apart even when I thought I didn't have the strength. A lot has changed in me and I like the change.
So yes, I'm flaky! I'm as flaky as a pie crust! And for once in my life, I'm not going to feel guilty about it. In the future there is going to be a husband whose feelings I'll have to consider and babies who will take a lot of my attention. I'm preparing for those times, I'm getting flaky all out of my system!
For my married friends and those with children, try to remember how you were when you were single and don't try to push things on me. Just let me float and flake...that's all I ask.
Okay, I still have art projects that are staring at me and begging me to finish them. *sigh* So I guess I'll get to them RIGHT now. Well unless something else pops in my head, then I'll do that first and probably something after, then I'll do my art projects tomorrow. lol
Until then my non-flaky and flaky readers...
Love, Peace, and Hair Grease!
Friday, December 08, 2006
Can you hear me?!
So...
I guess this is where I update you all on my life or mi vida loca! *cues Ricky Martin dancers*
*starts to sing*
She makes you take your clothes off and go dancing in the rain!
She'll make you live her crazy life where she'll take away your pain!
Like a bullet to your brain! (C'mon!)
Upside inside out!
She's livin' la vida loca!
She'll push and pull you out!
Livin' la vida loca!
Her lips are devil red!
And her skin's the color mocha!
Wait, I guess I should say that at the moment I can't sing right? I have NO voice! I can't even talk to myself!!! Today on the radio, of course they played all of the songs that I LOVE to sing to...Oh the humanity!!!! lol Oh yea also something feasted on my leg about a week ago and I got a horrible infection from it! *giggles* Can I help it? I guess I look delicious! Now I can hear some of you guys now:
Why didn't you tell me you were sick?
Oh? Did I mention that I had to go to the hospital? The emergency room. Three things you DON'T want to hear while you're in the emergency room:
1. You're a bleeder! I heard that as my blood splattered everywhere!
2. If that infection doesn't clear up...You have to run to the nearest emergency room!
3. Are you Maxie? Your mother is on the phone.
Yup, I heard them ALL. The last one made me say, "Oh for the love of! No I don't want to talk to her!!!" That made the doctors crack up. They were all Residents, so I'm glad I was able to make them laugh.
3 things that you don't want to see while you're in the hospital:
1. A woman go into the emergency room and then her man scanning the room for another woman.
2. People who came in 1 hour after you walking in first.
3. A 40-ish woman standing in front of you pull down her jeans partially to reveal a black thong, with a red bow, and a bell on it. To add insult to injury she starts to wiggle her behind to make the bell ding...OMG, shoot me now! She was showing her friends, I just so happened to be the innocent bystander. Talk about wishing to be blind.
"Oh but Max! Why didn't you tell me that you were in the emergency room! I'm SO mad at you!"
Look...
People fuss over me ALL the time! I don't like being fussed over...lol (I'll admit, to some extent it's cute! Like when a guy you like starts to fuss over you to make sure that you're taking care of yourself. That's cute. I like that. lol). I'm not going to become a Debbie Downer (SNL skit). What would you do if I called you EVERY time something bad happened to me? I bet you'll stop taking my phone calls, huh??? Admit it! Besides, I'm fine. I didn't need a kidney or anything! I'm not waiting for a new pair of lungs or anything. If I were in those situations, then you guys will be called. Shoot, you might be the right match for me!
Eh, do I feel like continuing with this blog? I guess...
So my mom tells me that if I don't find a job by March, then I HAVE to come home. Ummm...can we say scary??? lol If I ever had to move home, I would curl up on my bed and stay that way until I DIED! Just smother me right now...Seriously....That's what I feel like when I think about living with my mom again. I don't know why but she keeps junkin' up my funk!!! I'm SO funky and then she calls me....Then the funk flees. How RUDE!
So...What to do?
Well I wanted to be a pole dancer, but my friend Scott (*hugs*) talked me out of it. Besides, I know most of my friends would come down to my show only to drag my tuckus off of the stage where they will then proceed to stomp me in the middle of the floor.
Then there's being a phone sex operator but I swear, I would end up laughing at those guys' suggestions. "You want me to do what with your what and a WHAT?" lol
I thought about working at a fast food joint but um, no....I would kill people with the plastic utensils in the first month! Heck no, the first hour.
I could get a sugar daddy and replace his viagra with sleeping pills. (Yes I thought it out) But then again, I don't want some 80 year old touching me. I'm sorry, if you can't bend over and touch your toes with ease, then I don't want you. lol
I could become a...ewwww, I'm not even going to FINISH that thought!
I heard that a woman can get 5,000 for her eggs. So since I have 2 eggs...well until my next menses cycle, I could get 10,000. That could last me a LONG time!
Oh! Then there's robbing a bank! Case a joint, then rob it the third day later. That would be awesome!
Hmmmm...
Or I could sell ALL of my possessions and live in my current apartment and sleep on the floor! THAT will work!!!!
ANYTHING TO NOT GO HOME!!!!
I don't think anyone wants to hire me in Boston. It's their loss actually but I just want to work at a job that I LOVE! I don't want to suffocate at a place where I won't be happy, which is why I left Higher Education. Hmmmm...Any suggestions???
Until next time mah gorgeous readers!!!!
Love, Peace, and Hair Grease
I guess this is where I update you all on my life or mi vida loca! *cues Ricky Martin dancers*
*starts to sing*
She makes you take your clothes off and go dancing in the rain!
She'll make you live her crazy life where she'll take away your pain!
Like a bullet to your brain! (C'mon!)
Upside inside out!
She's livin' la vida loca!
She'll push and pull you out!
Livin' la vida loca!
Her lips are devil red!
And her skin's the color mocha!
Wait, I guess I should say that at the moment I can't sing right? I have NO voice! I can't even talk to myself!!! Today on the radio, of course they played all of the songs that I LOVE to sing to...Oh the humanity!!!! lol Oh yea also something feasted on my leg about a week ago and I got a horrible infection from it! *giggles* Can I help it? I guess I look delicious! Now I can hear some of you guys now:
Why didn't you tell me you were sick?
Oh? Did I mention that I had to go to the hospital? The emergency room. Three things you DON'T want to hear while you're in the emergency room:
1. You're a bleeder! I heard that as my blood splattered everywhere!
2. If that infection doesn't clear up...You have to run to the nearest emergency room!
3. Are you Maxie? Your mother is on the phone.
Yup, I heard them ALL. The last one made me say, "Oh for the love of! No I don't want to talk to her!!!" That made the doctors crack up. They were all Residents, so I'm glad I was able to make them laugh.
3 things that you don't want to see while you're in the hospital:
1. A woman go into the emergency room and then her man scanning the room for another woman.
2. People who came in 1 hour after you walking in first.
3. A 40-ish woman standing in front of you pull down her jeans partially to reveal a black thong, with a red bow, and a bell on it. To add insult to injury she starts to wiggle her behind to make the bell ding...OMG, shoot me now! She was showing her friends, I just so happened to be the innocent bystander. Talk about wishing to be blind.
"Oh but Max! Why didn't you tell me that you were in the emergency room! I'm SO mad at you!"
Look...
People fuss over me ALL the time! I don't like being fussed over...lol (I'll admit, to some extent it's cute! Like when a guy you like starts to fuss over you to make sure that you're taking care of yourself. That's cute. I like that. lol). I'm not going to become a Debbie Downer (SNL skit). What would you do if I called you EVERY time something bad happened to me? I bet you'll stop taking my phone calls, huh??? Admit it! Besides, I'm fine. I didn't need a kidney or anything! I'm not waiting for a new pair of lungs or anything. If I were in those situations, then you guys will be called. Shoot, you might be the right match for me!
Eh, do I feel like continuing with this blog? I guess...
So my mom tells me that if I don't find a job by March, then I HAVE to come home. Ummm...can we say scary??? lol If I ever had to move home, I would curl up on my bed and stay that way until I DIED! Just smother me right now...Seriously....That's what I feel like when I think about living with my mom again. I don't know why but she keeps junkin' up my funk!!! I'm SO funky and then she calls me....Then the funk flees. How RUDE!
So...What to do?
Well I wanted to be a pole dancer, but my friend Scott (*hugs*) talked me out of it. Besides, I know most of my friends would come down to my show only to drag my tuckus off of the stage where they will then proceed to stomp me in the middle of the floor.
Then there's being a phone sex operator but I swear, I would end up laughing at those guys' suggestions. "You want me to do what with your what and a WHAT?" lol
I thought about working at a fast food joint but um, no....I would kill people with the plastic utensils in the first month! Heck no, the first hour.
I could get a sugar daddy and replace his viagra with sleeping pills. (Yes I thought it out) But then again, I don't want some 80 year old touching me. I'm sorry, if you can't bend over and touch your toes with ease, then I don't want you. lol
I could become a...ewwww, I'm not even going to FINISH that thought!
I heard that a woman can get 5,000 for her eggs. So since I have 2 eggs...well until my next menses cycle, I could get 10,000. That could last me a LONG time!
Oh! Then there's robbing a bank! Case a joint, then rob it the third day later. That would be awesome!
Hmmmm...
Or I could sell ALL of my possessions and live in my current apartment and sleep on the floor! THAT will work!!!!
ANYTHING TO NOT GO HOME!!!!
I don't think anyone wants to hire me in Boston. It's their loss actually but I just want to work at a job that I LOVE! I don't want to suffocate at a place where I won't be happy, which is why I left Higher Education. Hmmmm...Any suggestions???
Until next time mah gorgeous readers!!!!
Love, Peace, and Hair Grease
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