I think I am going to commit to a 10-day meme, even though I do not really know what a meme is, but nobody really reads this blog anyway!
Corny as it sounds, I need practice being more internet-y. I mean, I had to google "what does SMH stand for?" SMH.
The fact is, we are all self-obsessed and like talking about, dwelling on, and sharing with the world, ourselves.
So here is my first experience with being a part of 2010 with most everybody else.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Some people write pointless and uninteresting blogs. I should be allowed too.
Today I realized something that shocks me how long it took me.
The signs were all there. Blindly, I found myself in the same bad situation over and over, yet didn't learn the lesson I was meant to learn.
Trust your instincts, people!
I realized today I just plain don't like omelettes! I like the idea of them, they always sound good. But when I get them in front of me, I am constantly reasoning with myself "oh, I just didn't get the right combination of ingredients in that bite, the next one will be good." "Maybe it needs salt," "ihop should really stick to pancakes"
It just doesn't make sense! I like eggs, I like mushrooms, I like cheese. I even like them together! Maybe I will give it another chance... Should I?
The signs were all there. Blindly, I found myself in the same bad situation over and over, yet didn't learn the lesson I was meant to learn.
Trust your instincts, people!
I realized today I just plain don't like omelettes! I like the idea of them, they always sound good. But when I get them in front of me, I am constantly reasoning with myself "oh, I just didn't get the right combination of ingredients in that bite, the next one will be good." "Maybe it needs salt," "ihop should really stick to pancakes"
It just doesn't make sense! I like eggs, I like mushrooms, I like cheese. I even like them together! Maybe I will give it another chance... Should I?
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Calling All Fatties!!!
I am tempted to create a "Show Your Skin Day" (cause obviously if i create it, it'll catch on like wildfire and the world will be changed forever. It's just a matter of me deciding to make it happen or not) which is a day where everybody wears the littlest amount of clothes possible. EVERYBODY!!
Now before you sickos start reaching for your camera phones, before a religious mob starts chasing me with rods of fire and wooden stakes, and above all before you "flawed" beauties start panicking about people seeing your body, read on.
What's shameful is not the body you were born with, or the body that expresses your experience, joys, pains, and life until now-- but the fact that you carry on this message that it's not good enough.
For some of you, the only thing you will eat up is some bullshit about looking perfect that you are fed. Why don't you feel guilty about eating that? That person who, instead of thinking for themself, buys what the media sells (media [TV, print, movies]-- all systems which are known to be bad and NOT in the interest of the viewer...evil!!) is permeating that belief to others, maybe younger people or someone who looks up to him/her. The media plants the seed and like blind followers we water it! (If I believed in "shoulds" I would say:) You should literally look at yourself and be ashamed that you are promoting this hatred and judgement. It's embarassing-- your backwards heirarchy of priorities (moral beliefs being lower than appearances) makes you more vain than spiritual, intellectual, or unique. Who wants to be that?! Lets's change it up and live in love, tolerance, acceptance, satisfaction, joy, appreciation, and beauty! Real beauty.
I'm calling all of you out! If you want to make a change, let's get naked! And let us appreciate diversity!
Now before you sickos start reaching for your camera phones, before a religious mob starts chasing me with rods of fire and wooden stakes, and above all before you "flawed" beauties start panicking about people seeing your body, read on.
What's shameful is not the body you were born with, or the body that expresses your experience, joys, pains, and life until now-- but the fact that you carry on this message that it's not good enough.
For some of you, the only thing you will eat up is some bullshit about looking perfect that you are fed. Why don't you feel guilty about eating that? That person who, instead of thinking for themself, buys what the media sells (media [TV, print, movies]-- all systems which are known to be bad and NOT in the interest of the viewer...evil!!) is permeating that belief to others, maybe younger people or someone who looks up to him/her. The media plants the seed and like blind followers we water it! (If I believed in "shoulds" I would say:) You should literally look at yourself and be ashamed that you are promoting this hatred and judgement. It's embarassing-- your backwards heirarchy of priorities (moral beliefs being lower than appearances) makes you more vain than spiritual, intellectual, or unique. Who wants to be that?! Lets's change it up and live in love, tolerance, acceptance, satisfaction, joy, appreciation, and beauty! Real beauty.
I'm calling all of you out! If you want to make a change, let's get naked! And let us appreciate diversity!
Saturday, April 24, 2010
I'm Letting My Insensitivity Out For One Sentence
Why, the sudden urge to blog when you have a baby? Maybe I will find out later. Probably not, because after having a puppy, I no longer want a parasitic organism that is depending on me for life, while similtaneously destroying mine. I might just let go one day....
Just kidding, I'm not that evil (not as evil as my dog is).
Just kidding, I'm not that evil (not as evil as my dog is).
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Alcohol abuse made me push a button in my car.
As many of you know, I am the proud and loving owner of a midnight blue '07 Nissan Altima. Among the many features this gangster magnet on wheels has, there is the option to choose what is displayed on the dash.. This week I changed the display from my usual xx miles-left-until-you-run-out-of-gas to the current temperature in farenheit. I think this is a hugely symbolic event and a growth that came very unexpectedly.
When I got back from this latest tour I had grown so much. I have learned a lot from living in a myriad of large vehicles for a month a time. Each tour, I change a little for the better, or grow up in a good way. This last tour, however, was, in my classification, party like you're fifteen again. I thought this was my break-from-positive-growth tour. Wrong. Dead wrong.
In my alcohol induced mornings of horrification and despair of life, I desperately turned to google for help. I googled "the meaning of life,""why,""unrequited love," and more, but one thing I came upon was the law of attraction. Lost, lonely, and searching for a purpose and somewhere to belong, I hooked on and suckled. I read about thinking positively, and that true happiness comes from having a lot of money. Google told me if I think good changes will come, then they will. I started to practice changing my thinking.. And it worked.
When I got home for some strange reason (probably the spirit of the law of attraction) I was divinely inspired to see the temperature every day when I drive instead of how much gas I have left. I wanted to see "now" instead of "you're goin down soon homie, unless you can come up with some cheddar."
Things are turning up for me! All that morning-after misery has lead me to this gigantically different life I am leading today. I'm very excited about my new life as a instantaneoous-meteorologist.
When I got back from this latest tour I had grown so much. I have learned a lot from living in a myriad of large vehicles for a month a time. Each tour, I change a little for the better, or grow up in a good way. This last tour, however, was, in my classification, party like you're fifteen again. I thought this was my break-from-positive-growth tour. Wrong. Dead wrong.
In my alcohol induced mornings of horrification and despair of life, I desperately turned to google for help. I googled "the meaning of life,""why,""unrequited love," and more, but one thing I came upon was the law of attraction. Lost, lonely, and searching for a purpose and somewhere to belong, I hooked on and suckled. I read about thinking positively, and that true happiness comes from having a lot of money. Google told me if I think good changes will come, then they will. I started to practice changing my thinking.. And it worked.
When I got home for some strange reason (probably the spirit of the law of attraction) I was divinely inspired to see the temperature every day when I drive instead of how much gas I have left. I wanted to see "now" instead of "you're goin down soon homie, unless you can come up with some cheddar."
Things are turning up for me! All that morning-after misery has lead me to this gigantically different life I am leading today. I'm very excited about my new life as a instantaneoous-meteorologist.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Deeming Shia LaBeouf my EX future husband (not saying if I had the chance I wouldn't....)
Things I am supposed to be doing:
Writing a letter to my landlord
Watching "Yoga for New Beginners" on Youtube.com and hopefully following along
Getting prepared for a heinous tour through the Colorado Rockies during El Nino (something I still do not know exactly what is)
Working on myself
What I am actually doing:
While this is actually productive because I learned for sure how to pronounce Shia LaBeouf's name (having heard it from his mouth), I have forsaken all of my intended day's activities to watch Shia Lebouf videos on youtube.com (just bare with me.. I am still working on accepting that "You Tube" is an agreed upon unobjectionable word).
As much as I would like to be a postitive thinker and believe in "The Secret" that anything I imagine will come true, I also-- for the sake of my fragile, dragged through the mud, and repeadedly patched up heart-- must be what us negative thinkers diplomatically call ourselves, a realist. Tonight my mission is to convince my Disney-movie-conditioned mind that the chances of me ever meeting Shia LaBeouf are scant (although maybe its a sign that my love at first sight for him took place on the Disney channel). Its just so hard because I know he is the perfect man for me. Physically, he has my 2 it-doesn't-matter-who-you-are-I'm-sold traits: uneven front teeth and hazel eyes. And his personality is flawless. From what I hear through TMZ, he has the mouth of a sailor and is kinda a loner. What else would one need to know? Anyway I think I might be straying from my mission. How to convince myself to move on from the imagined happiness and fulfillment that being with him would bring?
What I am actually doing:
While this is actually productive because I learned for sure how to pronounce Shia LaBeouf's name (having heard it from his mouth), I have forsaken all of my intended day's activities to watch Shia Lebouf videos on youtube.com (just bare with me.. I am still working on accepting that "You Tube" is an agreed upon unobjectionable word).
As much as I would like to be a postitive thinker and believe in "The Secret" that anything I imagine will come true, I also-- for the sake of my fragile, dragged through the mud, and repeadedly patched up heart-- must be what us negative thinkers diplomatically call ourselves, a realist. Tonight my mission is to convince my Disney-movie-conditioned mind that the chances of me ever meeting Shia LaBeouf are scant (although maybe its a sign that my love at first sight for him took place on the Disney channel). Its just so hard because I know he is the perfect man for me. Physically, he has my 2 it-doesn't-matter-who-you-are-I'm-sold traits: uneven front teeth and hazel eyes. And his personality is flawless. From what I hear through TMZ, he has the mouth of a sailor and is kinda a loner. What else would one need to know? Anyway I think I might be straying from my mission. How to convince myself to move on from the imagined happiness and fulfillment that being with him would bring?
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