Today, while strolling to work...I started to think about what causes non-conformity. I was listening to a song from the Broadway show "Rent" and one line caused this thought process: "For being an us, no longer a them." Then it hit me.
Non-conformity often breeds from a group of people saying, "this is how things should be and if you don't like this, then you are different!" People often react differently when they hear it. You have folks who will work hard to become a them because they find it to be easier. Then you have folks, like me, who say, "Screw you! Fine, I'll reject your beliefs!" A non-conformist is born after that. I'll admit the main basis of my non-conformity is the fact that I want to think for myself. I won't go see a movie that is being hyped up because I'm afraid that the media persuaded me. What I usually end up doing is waiting for the hype do die down. Then I decide, "Do I really want to do this?" I guess being stubborn is also part of my non-conformity. I REFUSE to let someone define me and say, "Because you are a this, then you must act this way." As a woman, I like to define what makes me tick, what makes me feminine, what makes me me. Sure getting me in a skirt or dress is worse than pulling teeth...Well if you want me to wear those things the "proper" way.
But think about it...
Non-conformist reject and are rejected at the same time. If non-conformist weren't rejected, then they wouldn't have anything to reject. Does that make sense? I'm not trying to say that you all are simple minded, I just know that sometimes, things make sense to me because they are my thoughts. In other words...My mind is complex and every now and then, I have difficulty conveying my thoughts in a clear manner.
Imagine living in a world where your differences are appreciated. Where you are the master of your domain and people are okay with that. Where there isn't anyone trying to impose their beliefs on you. Would you have the need to rebel? Of course not! Heck in this imaginary world, if you wanted to shave a checker's pattern in your head...Folks would still treat you the same. They wouldn't say, "Hey, weirdo."
There wouldn't be hippies, beatniks, emos, goths, feminists, militants, nothing...
Because no one would be rejected...
So no one would need to reject.
It would be the death of non-conformity and I would be okay with that.
But until that happens, I am still the hot mess that you all know and love. The one who still won't eat refried beans because, "If they didn't get it right the first time, then I'm not eating it!" lol
I'm forever a "them" and forever yours...
Love, Peace, and Hair Grease!
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Imagini Personality Report
Kafui sent this to me and I thought it was awesome. I think it pretty much summed me up and I didn't have to sign up wtih the program to get the results! Good times! :-D
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Monologues
As promised, here are the monologues that my girl, Maya will be using. She called me yesterday and let me tell you, I was so nervous! I was waiting for her to tell me that they were absolutely HORRIBLE and that she decided to us another writer to help her with her career. What?! I'm an artist darnit! Of COURSE I get worried about stuff like that. Don't judge! lol
On my Deviant Art Page, I'm going to list all three stages of these two monologues. It will go from the first drafts, which were a bit longer, to the second drafts, to the final drafts, when Maya told me what she liked and asked me to change certain things.
Enjoy and um, some constructive criticism would be appreciated!
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Expression Through Song
I can’t stand ignorant people! They give me gas! I’m so serious! Normally I try to ignore ignorant people. I really do. Try dealing with 4 ignorant people. I still cringe just thinking about it! One day while on my way to work I got on the bus and there they were, ignorant mothers. Now before you call me judgmental, imagine that you see a bunch of empty seats in the back, but there are about 10 people standing because the 4 IGNORANT mothers on a bus with their babies AND carriages were blocking the aisles! NO ONE could get by! My theory is 99% of the population is oblivious to their surroundings. Well, I decided that I wasn’t going to stand so I maneuvered my way through the pack…Or the ignorant pack. “Oh I guess someone doesn’t know how to say excuse me,” one of them announces to her crew…Her ignorant crew. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. Why should I say excuse me? They were blocking the aisles. They were being inconsiderate AND those who tried to ask them to move their carriages were ignored, that’s why they were still standing. “I can’t stand rude people,” another one cackled to her clique…Her ignorant clique. They laughed and looked at me while I glared back. “Chica,” I said to myself, “Whatever you do, DON’T get into a fight! I don’t think their babies need to see mommy getting stomped by an angry, yet cute stranger!” I tend to add the cute part because it so true. Anyways, so they are staring at me while I’m glaring back at them. I needed something to calm me down right then and there because I KNEW they wanted to fight me and honestly, who wants to fight on their way to work? Who wants to fight at all? That’s when I heard “My Favorite Things" from "The Sound of Music” playing in my head. I cracked a smile and I closed my eyes. While those mothers went back to their conversation, I started to sing it.
Guess who got off of that bus without a single fight. Guess who taught that group…I mean ignorant group…that you mess with me; I will glare at you and start singing a Disney song! Yup! I’m scary; OH SO scary, but at least I didn’t get into a fight.
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Oil Slick
I trust that you guys are in love and that you’ve been hurt before is that safe to say? Of course it is or else you wouldn’t be here. I know I have, but…I’m still with him. They say that you hurt the one that you love the most and if that’s the case then he must be enamored! I just don’t know why I stay with him. I guess part of me is waiting for him to change. He isn’t always a selfish asshole. Sometimes he’s sweet and gentle and it’s those times when I fall in love with him all over again. I’m at the point where I’ve got my emotional bags packed but my heart becomes mellow, passive, it’s sickening and I stay. Every day, like you all, I watch him struggle with his addiction and I hate it. Maybe one day I won’t be so inclined to turn around. Maybe one day, his “Baby, I’ll stop,” nonsense won’t be enough to keep me. Ah! It will be like an oil slick and when I turn around to go back, my feet will slip on them and I will go flying out of the door while screaming, “Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittttttttttttt’s ooooooooooovvvvvvvvvvvvveeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrr! Kkkkkkkkiiiiiiiiisssssssssssssssssssssssss mmmmmmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy-” Well you know the rest.
And-and-and I know people judge me, they are always asking me why am I still with him? But they don’t feel it when he holds me in his arms. They can’t smell the scent of his cologne while I lay next to his body at night. They can’t experience the chills I get when he kisses me just right. (PAUSE) It’s these feelings that keep me from leaving him, you know. I know they are feelings of love. Nothing else can explain this disgusting, spell binding, HIDEOUS feeling that I get in the pit of my stomach every time I think, “If you stay with him, he will destroy your life, it’s time to go.” I’ve already lost so much, but it’s not about the possessions, it’s about my pride.
I guess it comes down to two choices huh? Either I stay with him and watch him gamble our savings away or I leave. The funny part is I thought I was the one leading this session, but it turns out that I’m the one who needs the help. Hmmm...
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Someone told me that they've read a few posts on my blog. As usual, I was shocked and honored. I was all, "You...read...my...BLOG?! WOW!" I guess you guys like to view my insanity. It helps so you can go, "At least I'm not crazy like THAT!" lol
I started giggling to myself at work when I remembered an episode that starred Gaetane, Kafui, and me! We were on the bus and I mentioned the word vagina and how Kafui has a hard time saying it. Here's a helpful hint for you. If you EVER have a problem saying a word, DON'T TELL ME THE WORD! Especially if I am in the presence of my Partners in Crime (Kelly or Gaetane).
Poor Kafui...Gaetane and I kept repeating the word and telling her to say it. She kept refusing. Wait, I remember how it started. She was talking about how as a Nurses assistant she had a run in with a patient. Instead of saying vagina, she said "down there." Gaetane and I looked at each other before I looked back at her and said, "Do you mean, VAGINA?" She blushed and it was on after that. What made it worse was, the bus ride was 45 minutes long and we didn't let up. You see, Kafui wants to be a Nurse and we felt that as a Nurse she would HAVE to be able to say it because what is she going to say?
"I'm sorry ma'am but you have an infection in your area."
"I'm sorry Ms. Jones, but your junk is torn."
"Take this cream and rub it on your naughty place."
"Insert this into your flower."
"Open your legs. I need to look at your snappy nappy dug out." (I stole snappy nappy dug out from the movie "Juice")
I could go on, but I'm trying not to end up in a fit of tears and giggles. Just like the last time I did a blog on "Free Peachin'" a.k.a. "Freein' da Beave." Okay that last one started the giggling. Oh dear goodness I'm shaking now...lol.
Back to the topic. So we tortured her. She just kept frowning and yelling, "I'm NOT going to say it!" We kept saying, "C'mon, say it! Just once. Say vagina! How can you not say vagina! You have one!" I honestly believe that Kafui was praying that the bus have an accident. Somehow I bet she would rather deal with that. Then her biggest nightmare came true...A guy got on the bus and overheard our conversation. Let me write this out for you...
Me: Kafui, say it. Just say it once and loud.
Gaetane: Say vagina! You have one! VA-GI-NA!!
Kafui: Leave me alone! I'm not going to say it! Stop it you guys!
Random Guy: What? You can't say vagina? You got one!
Me: See?! He's a guy and he can say vagina!
Random Guy: Heck I love vaginas! I came from a vagina! So did you!
Gaetane: He has a point. You DID come from a vagina! So say it! VA-GI-NA!!!!
Me: I just think it's sad that you can't say it. C'mon just this once. Say it. Say vagina!
Kafui: Vagina, vagina, vagina, VAGINA! There! Are you guys happy now?!
(Gaetane looks at me and we look at the guy)
Gaetane and Me: Yes we are.
An older woman turned and gave Kafui a "You poor thing," look and started laughing. Gaetane and I then got off of the bus, leaving Kafui there with the vagina loving Random Guy.
Oh good times, good times. Hey Kafui if you are reading this do me a favor and say vagina! *winks*
Until next time Faithful 5...
Love, Peace, and Hair Grease!
On my Deviant Art Page, I'm going to list all three stages of these two monologues. It will go from the first drafts, which were a bit longer, to the second drafts, to the final drafts, when Maya told me what she liked and asked me to change certain things.
Enjoy and um, some constructive criticism would be appreciated!
=========================
I can’t stand ignorant people! They give me gas! I’m so serious! Normally I try to ignore ignorant people. I really do. Try dealing with 4 ignorant people. I still cringe just thinking about it! One day while on my way to work I got on the bus and there they were, ignorant mothers. Now before you call me judgmental, imagine that you see a bunch of empty seats in the back, but there are about 10 people standing because the 4 IGNORANT mothers on a bus with their babies AND carriages were blocking the aisles! NO ONE could get by! My theory is 99% of the population is oblivious to their surroundings. Well, I decided that I wasn’t going to stand so I maneuvered my way through the pack…Or the ignorant pack. “Oh I guess someone doesn’t know how to say excuse me,” one of them announces to her crew…Her ignorant crew. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. Why should I say excuse me? They were blocking the aisles. They were being inconsiderate AND those who tried to ask them to move their carriages were ignored, that’s why they were still standing. “I can’t stand rude people,” another one cackled to her clique…Her ignorant clique. They laughed and looked at me while I glared back. “Chica,” I said to myself, “Whatever you do, DON’T get into a fight! I don’t think their babies need to see mommy getting stomped by an angry, yet cute stranger!” I tend to add the cute part because it so true. Anyways, so they are staring at me while I’m glaring back at them. I needed something to calm me down right then and there because I KNEW they wanted to fight me and honestly, who wants to fight on their way to work? Who wants to fight at all? That’s when I heard “My Favorite Things" from "The Sound of Music” playing in my head. I cracked a smile and I closed my eyes. While those mothers went back to their conversation, I started to sing it.
Guess who got off of that bus without a single fight. Guess who taught that group…I mean ignorant group…that you mess with me; I will glare at you and start singing a Disney song! Yup! I’m scary; OH SO scary, but at least I didn’t get into a fight.
===========================
I trust that you guys are in love and that you’ve been hurt before is that safe to say? Of course it is or else you wouldn’t be here. I know I have, but…I’m still with him. They say that you hurt the one that you love the most and if that’s the case then he must be enamored! I just don’t know why I stay with him. I guess part of me is waiting for him to change. He isn’t always a selfish asshole. Sometimes he’s sweet and gentle and it’s those times when I fall in love with him all over again. I’m at the point where I’ve got my emotional bags packed but my heart becomes mellow, passive, it’s sickening and I stay. Every day, like you all, I watch him struggle with his addiction and I hate it. Maybe one day I won’t be so inclined to turn around. Maybe one day, his “Baby, I’ll stop,” nonsense won’t be enough to keep me. Ah! It will be like an oil slick and when I turn around to go back, my feet will slip on them and I will go flying out of the door while screaming, “Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittttttttttttt’s ooooooooooovvvvvvvvvvvvveeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrr! Kkkkkkkkiiiiiiiiisssssssssssssssssssssssss mmmmmmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy-” Well you know the rest.
And-and-and I know people judge me, they are always asking me why am I still with him? But they don’t feel it when he holds me in his arms. They can’t smell the scent of his cologne while I lay next to his body at night. They can’t experience the chills I get when he kisses me just right. (PAUSE) It’s these feelings that keep me from leaving him, you know. I know they are feelings of love. Nothing else can explain this disgusting, spell binding, HIDEOUS feeling that I get in the pit of my stomach every time I think, “If you stay with him, he will destroy your life, it’s time to go.” I’ve already lost so much, but it’s not about the possessions, it’s about my pride.
I guess it comes down to two choices huh? Either I stay with him and watch him gamble our savings away or I leave. The funny part is I thought I was the one leading this session, but it turns out that I’m the one who needs the help. Hmmm...
======================
Someone told me that they've read a few posts on my blog. As usual, I was shocked and honored. I was all, "You...read...my...BLOG?! WOW!" I guess you guys like to view my insanity. It helps so you can go, "At least I'm not crazy like THAT!" lol
I started giggling to myself at work when I remembered an episode that starred Gaetane, Kafui, and me! We were on the bus and I mentioned the word vagina and how Kafui has a hard time saying it. Here's a helpful hint for you. If you EVER have a problem saying a word, DON'T TELL ME THE WORD! Especially if I am in the presence of my Partners in Crime (Kelly or Gaetane).
Poor Kafui...Gaetane and I kept repeating the word and telling her to say it. She kept refusing. Wait, I remember how it started. She was talking about how as a Nurses assistant she had a run in with a patient. Instead of saying vagina, she said "down there." Gaetane and I looked at each other before I looked back at her and said, "Do you mean, VAGINA?" She blushed and it was on after that. What made it worse was, the bus ride was 45 minutes long and we didn't let up. You see, Kafui wants to be a Nurse and we felt that as a Nurse she would HAVE to be able to say it because what is she going to say?
"I'm sorry Ms. Jones, but your junk is torn."
"Take this cream and rub it on your naughty place."
"Insert this into your flower."
"Open your legs. I need to look at your snappy nappy dug out." (I stole snappy nappy dug out from the movie "Juice")
I could go on, but I'm trying not to end up in a fit of tears and giggles. Just like the last time I did a blog on "Free Peachin'" a.k.a. "Freein' da Beave." Okay that last one started the giggling. Oh dear goodness I'm shaking now...lol.
Back to the topic. So we tortured her. She just kept frowning and yelling, "I'm NOT going to say it!" We kept saying, "C'mon, say it! Just once. Say vagina! How can you not say vagina! You have one!" I honestly believe that Kafui was praying that the bus have an accident. Somehow I bet she would rather deal with that. Then her biggest nightmare came true...A guy got on the bus and overheard our conversation. Let me write this out for you...
Me: Kafui, say it. Just say it once and loud.
Gaetane: Say vagina! You have one! VA-GI-NA!!
Kafui: Leave me alone! I'm not going to say it! Stop it you guys!
Random Guy: What? You can't say vagina? You got one!
Me: See?! He's a guy and he can say vagina!
Random Guy: Heck I love vaginas! I came from a vagina! So did you!
Gaetane: He has a point. You DID come from a vagina! So say it! VA-GI-NA!!!!
Me: I just think it's sad that you can't say it. C'mon just this once. Say it. Say vagina!
Kafui: Vagina, vagina, vagina, VAGINA! There! Are you guys happy now?!
(Gaetane looks at me and we look at the guy)
Gaetane and Me: Yes we are.
An older woman turned and gave Kafui a "You poor thing," look and started laughing. Gaetane and I then got off of the bus, leaving Kafui there with the vagina loving Random Guy.
Oh good times, good times. Hey Kafui if you are reading this do me a favor and say vagina! *winks*
Until next time Faithful 5...
Love, Peace, and Hair Grease!
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Balls to the Wall!
Have you ever just gotten to the point to where you're just like...
"This is what I want and I'm going for it"?
Well after the beautiful and talented Ms. Mayari S-H asked me to write 2 monologues for her upcoming meeting, that's when I decided...
Max, it's Balls to the Wall TIME!!!!
I know that I don't have balls, but there isn't really a female equivalent and I'm not putting my breasts on anything! It's bad enough that in 2 years...Well let just say:
Insert boob here.
*holds breath*
>>>SQUISH<<<
*whimpers*
So for the sake of my sanity (or insanity in my case) I'm just going to use balls and walls. I've already got 2 of Maya's monologes banged out...How? Well 2 of them are coming from my blog. She says that she needs something sassy and funny...*looks innocent* What? Can't a sistah like her own work?! lol
I feel NO fear! There isn't a little voice predicting failure. Heck the fact that Maya is willing to trust her acting career in my hands is an honor that I won't take lightly. As a matter of fact she said, "Max my LIFE is in your hands!" Feel the pressure? I'm still calm as a cucumber. I'm confident in my writing abilities, but I'm also confident in my abilities to convey emotions. I know Maya (We've been friends for 10 years now) so it's all good! I will give her two rockin' monologues! In addition I will trust that she will bring my words to life and leave that agent sitting there with his/her mouth opened! In a way, it's a double trust issue here, you know? When you are an artist, the hardest part is letting someone interpret your work...And when you are an actor, the hardest part is trusting that the writer is competent enough to bring out your positive strengths and give you something that's open enough for you to experiment. Someone take my temperature...I think I've got a fever...
A fever for writing!!! I'm going to display my monolouges on my Deviant Art page when I'm finished. For those who don't know the address:
My Deviant Art Page
I'll announce their debut in a blog...lol!
Oh and today!
Okay, I need to slow down cuz again, I'm tired and it's gloomy outside, plus I'm a little sad due to a slight situation with someone that I truly love so my balance is slowly going out of whack here. *breathes*
I wrote the following letter to the editor of a new free newspaper (BostonNOW) that's coming out for the first time on Tuesday, April 17th:
"Dear John,
Hello! My name is (I insterted my full first name), but only my mom can call me that. Well when she's mad. You can call me Maxine. I am writing you because this is the second day that I've heard about your newspaper. Yesterday, I was so excited that I was hoping to find an email address somewhere so I can write an actual person and ask if there were possible positions. Today I found yours. I could go into the "Writing is My Life" monologue, but I'll protect you from that, just this once.
Are there any positions at your office? I know that you have blogging opportunities and believe me I will sign up once I send this email, but I was wondering, does your office have actual positions?
Any information that you are able to offer will be greatly appreciated.
Sincerely,
(inserted my full name here)"
His response? Well I have that too!!! Check it out:
"Hi, Maxine:
What a delightful introduction!
I was taken aback by the return address name (what a mouthful, I thought), but you certainly made it an asset in your intro.
Unfortunately, we have filled our open positions, but I'd still enjoy meeting you.
Now is not the time, however, as we're frantic getting ready to publish. Why don't you drop me a line in a couple of weeks when we're settling into a routine.
I do encourage you, though, to go post a blog on Monday when we launch our website. I look forward to seeing your stuff online.
Thanks again for your interest."
My response to him? OF COURSE I HAVE IT!!!!! Here:
"Hello John,
Okay, I will contact you the week of April 30th! Don't forget about me! I wouldn't want you staring at my email and thinking, "Why is this strange person with a ridiculous first name contacting me?"
Thanks so much!
Maxine"
So I will have a meeting with an editor of a newspaper. Balls to the Wall Baby! Balls to the Wall!!
Hmmmm...Perhaps I just like saying balls? *giggles* I just said balls...lol.
Yesterday I decided that I had two choices:
1. Fight for my dreams to be a writer and a deejay
2. Go back to Higher Education and settle
*Audience members start to scream, "Pick door number 1!"* Of course I picked 1...Do you NOT know me?! Keep me in your prayers y'all! And oh yea, just because I'm blogging for BostonNOW that doesn't mean I'm going to leave you guys alone! I'll definitely post links here and even do special ones just for you all!
I love you all!
Thanks to those who constantly support me!
Thanks to those who support me when they can!
Thanks to those who have absolutely no faith in me and my abilities at all...You make me determined.
Please excuse me, there is a site that I need to sign up on!
To my Faithful Five and the rest of you SLACKERS I say,
Love, Peace, and Hair Grease...
P.S. It's one thing to dream, it's another to make it a REALITY!
"This is what I want and I'm going for it"?
Well after the beautiful and talented Ms. Mayari S-H asked me to write 2 monologues for her upcoming meeting, that's when I decided...
I know that I don't have balls, but there isn't really a female equivalent and I'm not putting my breasts on anything! It's bad enough that in 2 years...Well let just say:
Insert boob here.
*holds breath*
>>>SQUISH<<<
*whimpers*
So for the sake of my sanity (or insanity in my case) I'm just going to use balls and walls. I've already got 2 of Maya's monologes banged out...How? Well 2 of them are coming from my blog. She says that she needs something sassy and funny...*looks innocent* What? Can't a sistah like her own work?! lol
I feel NO fear! There isn't a little voice predicting failure. Heck the fact that Maya is willing to trust her acting career in my hands is an honor that I won't take lightly. As a matter of fact she said, "Max my LIFE is in your hands!" Feel the pressure? I'm still calm as a cucumber. I'm confident in my writing abilities, but I'm also confident in my abilities to convey emotions. I know Maya (We've been friends for 10 years now) so it's all good! I will give her two rockin' monologues! In addition I will trust that she will bring my words to life and leave that agent sitting there with his/her mouth opened! In a way, it's a double trust issue here, you know? When you are an artist, the hardest part is letting someone interpret your work...And when you are an actor, the hardest part is trusting that the writer is competent enough to bring out your positive strengths and give you something that's open enough for you to experiment. Someone take my temperature...I think I've got a fever...
A fever for writing!!! I'm going to display my monolouges on my Deviant Art page when I'm finished. For those who don't know the address:
I'll announce their debut in a blog...lol!
Oh and today!
Okay, I need to slow down cuz again, I'm tired and it's gloomy outside, plus I'm a little sad due to a slight situation with someone that I truly love so my balance is slowly going out of whack here. *breathes*
I wrote the following letter to the editor of a new free newspaper (BostonNOW) that's coming out for the first time on Tuesday, April 17th:
"Dear John,
Hello! My name is (I insterted my full first name), but only my mom can call me that. Well when she's mad. You can call me Maxine. I am writing you because this is the second day that I've heard about your newspaper. Yesterday, I was so excited that I was hoping to find an email address somewhere so I can write an actual person and ask if there were possible positions. Today I found yours. I could go into the "Writing is My Life" monologue, but I'll protect you from that, just this once.
Are there any positions at your office? I know that you have blogging opportunities and believe me I will sign up once I send this email, but I was wondering, does your office have actual positions?
Any information that you are able to offer will be greatly appreciated.
Sincerely,
(inserted my full name here)"
His response? Well I have that too!!! Check it out:
"Hi, Maxine:
What a delightful introduction!
I was taken aback by the return address name (what a mouthful, I thought), but you certainly made it an asset in your intro.
Unfortunately, we have filled our open positions, but I'd still enjoy meeting you.
Now is not the time, however, as we're frantic getting ready to publish. Why don't you drop me a line in a couple of weeks when we're settling into a routine.
I do encourage you, though, to go post a blog on Monday when we launch our website. I look forward to seeing your stuff online.
Thanks again for your interest."
My response to him? OF COURSE I HAVE IT!!!!! Here:
"Hello John,
Okay, I will contact you the week of April 30th! Don't forget about me! I wouldn't want you staring at my email and thinking, "Why is this strange person with a ridiculous first name contacting me?"
Thanks so much!
Maxine"
So I will have a meeting with an editor of a newspaper. Balls to the Wall Baby! Balls to the Wall!!
Hmmmm...Perhaps I just like saying balls? *giggles* I just said balls...lol.
Yesterday I decided that I had two choices:
1. Fight for my dreams to be a writer and a deejay
2. Go back to Higher Education and settle
*Audience members start to scream, "Pick door number 1!"* Of course I picked 1...Do you NOT know me?! Keep me in your prayers y'all! And oh yea, just because I'm blogging for BostonNOW that doesn't mean I'm going to leave you guys alone! I'll definitely post links here and even do special ones just for you all!
I love you all!
Thanks to those who constantly support me!
Thanks to those who support me when they can!
Thanks to those who have absolutely no faith in me and my abilities at all...You make me determined.
Please excuse me, there is a site that I need to sign up on!
To my Faithful Five and the rest of you SLACKERS I say,
Love, Peace, and Hair Grease...
P.S. It's one thing to dream, it's another to make it a REALITY!
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Whaddaya Gonna Do?
Now I have that stupid Black Eye Peas song in my head thanks to my title. *growls*
Anyhoo...
Whaddaya gonna do when you have an hour left in work, you're tired, and you can barely keep your eyes open? WRITE IN YOUR BLOG! You guys love it when I'm loopy. I know because I get emails telling me just that. "Drink more coffee," they say, "You're (censored) hilarious," they read, "I love you and want you to be the mother of my kids so leave Boston and come away with me to a secluded area where there will be mango trees all over and not a stupid person in sight..."
Wait, none of them actually say that last thing. Did I mention I was delirious too? I'm tired and I think I'm coming down with something nasty. If not...then it's allergy season! I was looking at this list of the 100 worse cities to live if you have allergies. I am proud to announce that Boston is 99. So it could be worse, I could be living in the #1 worst spot. Don't ask me what the number 1 spot was. I'm happy that I can remember my name and my way home. 50 more minutes...
This morning I was outraged...But thanks to my lack of energy, I am merely annoyed...A little bit...Okay not really annoyed, I'm just irritated. lol
Most of you cats aren't from Boston but those who are noticing the spike in violence in our fair city. The government is putting more money into hiring more police officers and to help programs produce more jobs for teenagers. Ready? Okay...
A few years back, Mass residents were faced with a choice:
1. Lower taxes
2. Keep them the same
Guess what the (censored) picked?! Dumb (censored) majority. Don't they read? Don't they learn? For the love of all that is squishy...
The more impoverished a place is, the more crime you will have.
The more bored teens are, the more crime you will have.
Now our government is dropping in to save the day. Yay? Now they are starting to have a problem with this because folks are worried about their safety while using public transportation. So that's why there is a lot of attention here...
The upper class folks are worried about geting hurt and the government is worried about losing their support.
Folks want to dismiss those who voted for the tax cut by saying that they did it because they are stupid. I'm here to tell you, they did it because they were selfish. They were looking out for themselves and their pockets. "Why should I care about what happens in the inner-city, it isn't affecting my neighborhood or my kids!" HA...Yes it is. Kids in the suburbs get bored too. Kids in the suburbs do drugs too. The only difference is, kids in the suburbs have the MONEY to get whatever it is that they want!
I actually saved this bad boy as a draft two days ago...
In the past two days, the front page of the Metro (Boston newspaper) has caused me to stop reading it. I would walk into work and hand it over to my colleague who loves to do the crossword puzzles. Today I found that the State Senate rejected the Governor's petition for more money in order to hire more police officers. Boston is now more dangerous than the city of New York. Why? I believe it's because New York has more police officers while the ones in Boston are being stretched thin.
Either we get more money into our state once again, or things are going to become worse and instead of pointing their fingers at the government, folks in Boston, who voted for the lowering of taxes, should point at themselves.
Let me end this with a question for those people:
When you voted to keep more money in your pocket...Did you think about who you were hurting in the process???
I didn't think so. I don't wish harm on anyone, but if things like this keep up, our children will be the ultimate victims and that breaks my heart.
No "man" is an island...
Until next time Faithful Five...As well as others...
and Hair Grease.
Anyhoo...
Whaddaya gonna do when you have an hour left in work, you're tired, and you can barely keep your eyes open? WRITE IN YOUR BLOG! You guys love it when I'm loopy. I know because I get emails telling me just that. "Drink more coffee," they say, "You're (censored) hilarious," they read, "I love you and want you to be the mother of my kids so leave Boston and come away with me to a secluded area where there will be mango trees all over and not a stupid person in sight..."
Wait, none of them actually say that last thing. Did I mention I was delirious too? I'm tired and I think I'm coming down with something nasty. If not...then it's allergy season! I was looking at this list of the 100 worse cities to live if you have allergies. I am proud to announce that Boston is 99. So it could be worse, I could be living in the #1 worst spot. Don't ask me what the number 1 spot was. I'm happy that I can remember my name and my way home. 50 more minutes...
This morning I was outraged...But thanks to my lack of energy, I am merely annoyed...A little bit...Okay not really annoyed, I'm just irritated. lol
Most of you cats aren't from Boston but those who are noticing the spike in violence in our fair city. The government is putting more money into hiring more police officers and to help programs produce more jobs for teenagers. Ready? Okay...
A few years back, Mass residents were faced with a choice:
1. Lower taxes
2. Keep them the same
Guess what the (censored) picked?! Dumb (censored) majority. Don't they read? Don't they learn? For the love of all that is squishy...
The more impoverished a place is, the more crime you will have.
The more bored teens are, the more crime you will have.
Now our government is dropping in to save the day. Yay? Now they are starting to have a problem with this because folks are worried about their safety while using public transportation. So that's why there is a lot of attention here...
The upper class folks are worried about geting hurt and the government is worried about losing their support.
Folks want to dismiss those who voted for the tax cut by saying that they did it because they are stupid. I'm here to tell you, they did it because they were selfish. They were looking out for themselves and their pockets. "Why should I care about what happens in the inner-city, it isn't affecting my neighborhood or my kids!" HA...Yes it is. Kids in the suburbs get bored too. Kids in the suburbs do drugs too. The only difference is, kids in the suburbs have the MONEY to get whatever it is that they want!
I actually saved this bad boy as a draft two days ago...
In the past two days, the front page of the Metro (Boston newspaper) has caused me to stop reading it. I would walk into work and hand it over to my colleague who loves to do the crossword puzzles. Today I found that the State Senate rejected the Governor's petition for more money in order to hire more police officers. Boston is now more dangerous than the city of New York. Why? I believe it's because New York has more police officers while the ones in Boston are being stretched thin.
Either we get more money into our state once again, or things are going to become worse and instead of pointing their fingers at the government, folks in Boston, who voted for the lowering of taxes, should point at themselves.
Let me end this with a question for those people:
When you voted to keep more money in your pocket...Did you think about who you were hurting in the process???
I didn't think so. I don't wish harm on anyone, but if things like this keep up, our children will be the ultimate victims and that breaks my heart.
Until next time Faithful Five...As well as others...
and Hair Grease.
Thursday, April 05, 2007
But Why?
I dunno...
I've never really been the type who is into going to reunions of any sort. It's not because I've had a sucky life. My life has been the absolute BOMB, but once a part of my life is over...I want to leave it there, y'know?
I'm writing about this because recently the choir that I used to sing with contacted me to sing with them. I SO wasn't into the idea because as much as I loved the people there, I just wasn't interested in going back NOR did I want to go to my alma mater, Northeastern Univ. Whenever I drive by that place, oh correction, whenever I am driven by that place (I don't drive) I get this feeling that I just want to get out of that area fast. Now mind you, I had a blast at that school! My first day I stepped onto that campus and said, "This is a pretty big school, but by the time I finish here everyone will know my name!" No I didn't rub my hands together and cackle evily, I was late for my Intro to Psychology class, so I didn't have time. Honestly, I think I achieved that. When you have folks talking about how they heard about you...When you don't even know them at all, yea I accomplished that. If you read my blog, I told you all the story about how my friends would tease me about knowing everyone. If you haven't read it, Check out the months of Feb. and March. It's there somewhere.
But anywhoo...
I had a blast at Northeastern. I've made some pretty awesome friends from there too. I've "adopted" folks into my family. I loved the place while I was there, but now to be on that campus...Well, I don't like it. I feel almost antsy to continue on with my life. To find another place to conquer. *rubs her hands and laughs evily* lol
As much as I loved being in that choir, it was hard for me to say yes to singing again. I got coerced but luckily, stuff came up on my end, so I couldn't sing with them at all. The average person looks forward to seeing their old stomping grounds, but not me. A year ago I went back to talk to a student organization that I spent a lot of time on...
I gave advice, I was witty, I was cute, c'mon were you shocked? I wasn't. lol But...It felt SO weird. I loved seeing the freshmen that I left now running things as seniors. The reception that I received was awesome, but honestly...When I got back to my world, I felt SO happy.
Call me weird, I won't deny it, but that's just how I am. The past is something I don't like to drudge up, regardless of how I felt about the environment. I haven't been to a high school reunion. I just don't want to go. I get asked if I'm going all the time. I think they just celebrated the 10th year ruin this year. Or maybe in 2006...Who knows? Who cares? Now now, that doesn't make me heartless...
I just makes me different. Perhaps it's because I make the most out of each of my experiences so that when it comes time to go back to these places, I push them away like a person who is completely satisfied with their meal pushes their plate away.
Quizas...
Now...It's be a few day since I talked about my bus dancing dreams and so far NO ONE has danced with me! Ummm...Are you people sleeping?! I thought you loved me! You couldn't set it up for someone to come and dance with me??? Why do I tell you folks these things? *rolls eyes*
All I know is, if you guys would have told me about your wishes, I would set up a dance experience for you! I would find out which bus route you take and where you get on...Then I would find a friend that you don't know and send him/her over to you to groove with you at the bus stop! Why? Because I'm a dedicated friend! That's why!!!! Tee hee...
Okay, I have to do data entry now. Temping like Pimpin' ain't easy...But it sure is fun. lol
Love, Peace, and Hair Grease!!!
P.S. To all those who read this thing and tell me that you do...Thanks! You guys keep me writing.
I've never really been the type who is into going to reunions of any sort. It's not because I've had a sucky life. My life has been the absolute BOMB, but once a part of my life is over...I want to leave it there, y'know?
I'm writing about this because recently the choir that I used to sing with contacted me to sing with them. I SO wasn't into the idea because as much as I loved the people there, I just wasn't interested in going back NOR did I want to go to my alma mater, Northeastern Univ. Whenever I drive by that place, oh correction, whenever I am driven by that place (I don't drive) I get this feeling that I just want to get out of that area fast. Now mind you, I had a blast at that school! My first day I stepped onto that campus and said, "This is a pretty big school, but by the time I finish here everyone will know my name!" No I didn't rub my hands together and cackle evily, I was late for my Intro to Psychology class, so I didn't have time. Honestly, I think I achieved that. When you have folks talking about how they heard about you...When you don't even know them at all, yea I accomplished that. If you read my blog, I told you all the story about how my friends would tease me about knowing everyone. If you haven't read it, Check out the months of Feb. and March. It's there somewhere.
But anywhoo...
I had a blast at Northeastern. I've made some pretty awesome friends from there too. I've "adopted" folks into my family. I loved the place while I was there, but now to be on that campus...Well, I don't like it. I feel almost antsy to continue on with my life. To find another place to conquer. *rubs her hands and laughs evily* lol
As much as I loved being in that choir, it was hard for me to say yes to singing again. I got coerced but luckily, stuff came up on my end, so I couldn't sing with them at all. The average person looks forward to seeing their old stomping grounds, but not me. A year ago I went back to talk to a student organization that I spent a lot of time on...
I gave advice, I was witty, I was cute, c'mon were you shocked? I wasn't. lol But...It felt SO weird. I loved seeing the freshmen that I left now running things as seniors. The reception that I received was awesome, but honestly...When I got back to my world, I felt SO happy.
Call me weird, I won't deny it, but that's just how I am. The past is something I don't like to drudge up, regardless of how I felt about the environment. I haven't been to a high school reunion. I just don't want to go. I get asked if I'm going all the time. I think they just celebrated the 10th year ruin this year. Or maybe in 2006...Who knows? Who cares? Now now, that doesn't make me heartless...
I just makes me different. Perhaps it's because I make the most out of each of my experiences so that when it comes time to go back to these places, I push them away like a person who is completely satisfied with their meal pushes their plate away.
Quizas...
Now...It's be a few day since I talked about my bus dancing dreams and so far NO ONE has danced with me! Ummm...Are you people sleeping?! I thought you loved me! You couldn't set it up for someone to come and dance with me??? Why do I tell you folks these things? *rolls eyes*
All I know is, if you guys would have told me about your wishes, I would set up a dance experience for you! I would find out which bus route you take and where you get on...Then I would find a friend that you don't know and send him/her over to you to groove with you at the bus stop! Why? Because I'm a dedicated friend! That's why!!!! Tee hee...
Okay, I have to do data entry now. Temping like Pimpin' ain't easy...But it sure is fun. lol
Love, Peace, and Hair Grease!!!
P.S. To all those who read this thing and tell me that you do...Thanks! You guys keep me writing.
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