So I'm pretty much a BAMF. I got to the Gym Class Heroes concert at 4:30, it started at 7. haha We rolled up and asked where the line was to start and they were like "you are here for the concert tonight???" She was bewildered that I was there so early. Anyway we had a lovely dinner of pretzals. We were finally let in and cathleen's roomate was with us. Well I made friends with the bouncers, Lonnie and Chris. haha We had a good time talking before the show and shared a lot with each other. To the point where Chris was pretty much hitting on me. Well, we were enjoying the bands. Tyga, Kidz in the Hall and I am the Avalanche. Well poor Tyga only had a crowd of like 50-70 people but he did a great job keeping us on our feet. We were dancing and having a good time. Then Kidz in the Hall came out and I went crazy, trying to rap with their stuff. Then I am the Avalanche came out and I learned the chorus of their first song and sang along, he held the mic out for me to sing it. Yes. Me. So I'm kind of a bamf. After each band Chris would come up to me and start talking. We talked about his crazy ex date, the best sex he ever had, and the shows he does. He told me if a guy was messing with me at a bar, he would beat the shit out of him even if the guy didn't do anything to him. Right, Chris, Right. So, yeah...there is this bouncer who likes me haha. Then there is Lonnie who is the black guy who calls everyone darling and sweetheart. haha He was a sweetie. When I am the Avalanche was handing out drum sticks, I had one but I dropped it. He grabbed it and threw it into the crowd. I told him he let me down and he told me he would get me something. Sure enough he scored me a free shirt from Black Label and store in VA Beach. Thanks for hooking me up Lonnie. He put it right in my hand.
So Gym Class came out and they were redicously good. Travis was talking about how he texts all these girls and knows that one of them will take the bait...yeah...I screamed "SHIT I WOULD" and he laughed. Then later he asked us what we were studying. I screamed "THEATRE" he said "Theatre?" Where are all my actresses at? I screamed and jumped up and down and he said "NOW I KNOW WHERE ALL THE LYERS ARE" haha I went 'OHHHH" and he looked at me and said "I"m just kidding" It was such a great concert. He came up and sang next to me and I got to touch him several times. haha I got great pics and video as well. After the concert they threw us stuff such as towels and drumsticks. I was trying to keep track of where everything was going. One of the co rappers came up to me and everyone was trying to get the drumsticks he had. He trirled them around (they were in a pack) and then put them in my hand. I was just calmly there with my hand out. hahaha So I scored drumsticks!!! I gave one to Cathleen's roomate. It was phenonomenal. Then after the concert Chris told me to get his e-mail address from the other girl. I went up and went to talk to I Am a Avalanche and got a pic with them. Then I talked to Kidz in the Hall and Tyga. Tyga said "you were the only one who knew the lyrics to the coconut song" hahaha And Kidz in the Hall joked about having me be a rapper with them. lol Good times. I got them to sign my poster too.
So, several great conversations, flirtation, a drumstick, a poster, oh and a magazine someone dropped on their way out. Yes. I'm a bamf. I was noticed by all the performers and being there at 4:30 paid off. :D
I'm a GLAMOROUS WHITE GIRL. peace.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Crazy
I'm going freaking crazy. Absoutly 100% crazy. It isn't school, or family, or stress. It is you. All I want is you. Why is that so difficult? Unless, you don't want me too. Which is understandable. I need to hear that to believe it. I need to hear that again.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
A break from cultural witticisms
So I've got nothing for you today that bitches about popular culture. This is more of a personal rant. This Spring Break I traveled with 13 other people to Nicaragua. It was a service trip where we taught English at a school. That was the greatest need for the school that requested us. They had never encountered a native English speaker and they needed to learn English. So we traveled to Managua, Nicaragua for a day and then to Matagalpa, Nicaragua where we taught. Then we traveled back to Managua.
In the one week I spent in Nicaragua I witnessed many things. I got to see the most extreme poverty that I have ever seen in my lifetime. I got to experience the sharing of cultures where language, no matter how fragmented it was, was never a barrier. The Nicaraguan school children are very giving, offering juice boxes, bracelets, candy, stickers, and various other momentos for their English teachers. Many Nicaraguans could be found sitting on chairs in their front yard spending quality time with family and friends. The only people who seemed to be in a rush were the taxi cabs who drived like maniacs. Or perhaps their driving skills greatly surpassed my own. I envy these people. I envy the fact they can sit on their chairs and spend time with their loved ones. Many of these people will never have the opportunity I have. They will not go to college, they will not go to grad school, they will not make prominent careers for themselves, live in large lavish houses, own three cars and such. They will not experience the joy of a higher education, learning about all aspects of life. They are deprived. All they can do is sit on their chairs and watch the day go by. Maybe they make bread and sell it from restaurant to restaurant. Or try to sell sweet rolls on the corner. Maybe they play in a band and try to make a living 30 cortaba a song. Or maybe families deny their own children education and send them out to beg for money from the rich Gringos. I don't know everyone's situation. What I do know is despite the fact I am priviledged with opportunity, I envy those people.
While in Nicaragua, I did not want to leave. It wasn't a matter of getting back to schoolwork or the cold Virginia weather. I seriously thought to myself "what do I have to go back to?" What I experienced in Nicaragua was a far greater experience that I have had in my whole life. Yes, I have family and friends, and an education to receieve and a career to find and goals to meet. But seriously, I hate the fact my whole life is dictated by what meetings I have next. Ever since I got back to the US it has been rush here, rush there, get this done, make that appointment, make that meeting, finish this project, start that project. After being in Nicaragua, I feel as if I am wasting my life. I am not truely living. I do not have time to take advantage of the simple things in life because my life is surrounded by complicated things. The solution would be to quit some activities so I could enjoy the finer things, but what do I quit? APO, which I don't really do much for? Phi Mu, where I am Vice President and embrace my sisterhood and leadership position, theatre, something actually career related. My job, even though I have monthly bills that I have to pay off. School? Hell no. Church, my life has been a bit more smoother since I started going to mass more often.
I often get irritated because there are not enough hours in the day. I stay up late, post meetings, to finish my work but yesterday I found out my roomate has a problem with that. In a rant about how she envies that I can work so well in the midst of distractions, she bitched at me, saying she can't get any sleep because I have to stay up late typing and doing work so she can't fall asleep and she has to wake up really early to work out to impress her boyfriend. She bitched that I get to sleep in when she doesn't, even though it is her personal choice to wake up early and exercise. Then she compliments the air freshener I purchased last night, but complained that it smells like chemicals this morning. It seems that everything I do is a problem to her. I want to make this clear, I was in this room first. She is the one who wanted to leave Ludwell and move into the house and my room was the only vacent spot. She knows that my schedule is not like hers. I do not go to bed at 10pm and wake up at 7am. My meetings last until 10pm and then I have to stay up later to finish work. I have tried to be a very courteous roomate. Despite the fact she reads aloud everything thing she finds interesting and expects me to drop everything to listen to her each time she discoveres something new. Despite the fact that she wakes me up early in the morning when she goes out to exercise. Desptie the fact she tends to speak her mind to the point where it is rude. I still put up with it. I don't complain when she wakes me up. I stop and listen to what she has to say. I read her presentations and letters when she asks me to. I share in her excitement when she turns in a grad school application. When I'm out late, I leave my clothes and toothbrush downstairs so all I have to do is crawl into bed when I return. I try to go to bed when she does most of the time, even if it means not finishing my work. So her bitching has put me in a negative mood.
I didn't complain once in Nicaragua. The heat, I embraced because it was cold in VA. The bugs in my room didn't even freak me out. I would feel gross, sweaty, and tired by the end of the day and I loved it. I even got a little sick and I didn't even complain. I complain a lot by nature, but this was not true in Nicaragua. Even though we were on a tight schedule, there wasn't a moment where I felt rushed and hurried. I felt as if we spent months there instead of one week. I was myself and did not worry about judgements. I didn't wear any makeup, I didn't suck my stomach in, I didn't fix my hair. I didn't care how I looked and people still found things to love about me. I never censored myself and the team still had wonderful things to say about me during affrimations. I got to see who I really am when taken outside of my country and placed somewhere new. The enviornment didn't define who I was. I got a glimpse of my original self.
All these things and more are bothering me. There is a complete lack of balance in my life. I, a people person, do not want to be bothered by anyone right now. I just want to be alone, with my pictures and memories. This is not the person I became in Nicaragua. This is not a change I want to have or embrace. I love people and being social and being around people and places. I look for any opportunity I can find to interact with someone. So why do I feel so lost? Why am I so anti-social? I can't go back to Nicaragua this year, I need to accept that. I have stories and memories that need to be shared. I need to get used to my hustle and bustle lifestyle again. But how do I do this? I feel like a part of me is missing and perhaps I left it behind in Nicaragua.
In the one week I spent in Nicaragua I witnessed many things. I got to see the most extreme poverty that I have ever seen in my lifetime. I got to experience the sharing of cultures where language, no matter how fragmented it was, was never a barrier. The Nicaraguan school children are very giving, offering juice boxes, bracelets, candy, stickers, and various other momentos for their English teachers. Many Nicaraguans could be found sitting on chairs in their front yard spending quality time with family and friends. The only people who seemed to be in a rush were the taxi cabs who drived like maniacs. Or perhaps their driving skills greatly surpassed my own. I envy these people. I envy the fact they can sit on their chairs and spend time with their loved ones. Many of these people will never have the opportunity I have. They will not go to college, they will not go to grad school, they will not make prominent careers for themselves, live in large lavish houses, own three cars and such. They will not experience the joy of a higher education, learning about all aspects of life. They are deprived. All they can do is sit on their chairs and watch the day go by. Maybe they make bread and sell it from restaurant to restaurant. Or try to sell sweet rolls on the corner. Maybe they play in a band and try to make a living 30 cortaba a song. Or maybe families deny their own children education and send them out to beg for money from the rich Gringos. I don't know everyone's situation. What I do know is despite the fact I am priviledged with opportunity, I envy those people.
While in Nicaragua, I did not want to leave. It wasn't a matter of getting back to schoolwork or the cold Virginia weather. I seriously thought to myself "what do I have to go back to?" What I experienced in Nicaragua was a far greater experience that I have had in my whole life. Yes, I have family and friends, and an education to receieve and a career to find and goals to meet. But seriously, I hate the fact my whole life is dictated by what meetings I have next. Ever since I got back to the US it has been rush here, rush there, get this done, make that appointment, make that meeting, finish this project, start that project. After being in Nicaragua, I feel as if I am wasting my life. I am not truely living. I do not have time to take advantage of the simple things in life because my life is surrounded by complicated things. The solution would be to quit some activities so I could enjoy the finer things, but what do I quit? APO, which I don't really do much for? Phi Mu, where I am Vice President and embrace my sisterhood and leadership position, theatre, something actually career related. My job, even though I have monthly bills that I have to pay off. School? Hell no. Church, my life has been a bit more smoother since I started going to mass more often.
I often get irritated because there are not enough hours in the day. I stay up late, post meetings, to finish my work but yesterday I found out my roomate has a problem with that. In a rant about how she envies that I can work so well in the midst of distractions, she bitched at me, saying she can't get any sleep because I have to stay up late typing and doing work so she can't fall asleep and she has to wake up really early to work out to impress her boyfriend. She bitched that I get to sleep in when she doesn't, even though it is her personal choice to wake up early and exercise. Then she compliments the air freshener I purchased last night, but complained that it smells like chemicals this morning. It seems that everything I do is a problem to her. I want to make this clear, I was in this room first. She is the one who wanted to leave Ludwell and move into the house and my room was the only vacent spot. She knows that my schedule is not like hers. I do not go to bed at 10pm and wake up at 7am. My meetings last until 10pm and then I have to stay up later to finish work. I have tried to be a very courteous roomate. Despite the fact she reads aloud everything thing she finds interesting and expects me to drop everything to listen to her each time she discoveres something new. Despite the fact that she wakes me up early in the morning when she goes out to exercise. Desptie the fact she tends to speak her mind to the point where it is rude. I still put up with it. I don't complain when she wakes me up. I stop and listen to what she has to say. I read her presentations and letters when she asks me to. I share in her excitement when she turns in a grad school application. When I'm out late, I leave my clothes and toothbrush downstairs so all I have to do is crawl into bed when I return. I try to go to bed when she does most of the time, even if it means not finishing my work. So her bitching has put me in a negative mood.
I didn't complain once in Nicaragua. The heat, I embraced because it was cold in VA. The bugs in my room didn't even freak me out. I would feel gross, sweaty, and tired by the end of the day and I loved it. I even got a little sick and I didn't even complain. I complain a lot by nature, but this was not true in Nicaragua. Even though we were on a tight schedule, there wasn't a moment where I felt rushed and hurried. I felt as if we spent months there instead of one week. I was myself and did not worry about judgements. I didn't wear any makeup, I didn't suck my stomach in, I didn't fix my hair. I didn't care how I looked and people still found things to love about me. I never censored myself and the team still had wonderful things to say about me during affrimations. I got to see who I really am when taken outside of my country and placed somewhere new. The enviornment didn't define who I was. I got a glimpse of my original self.
All these things and more are bothering me. There is a complete lack of balance in my life. I, a people person, do not want to be bothered by anyone right now. I just want to be alone, with my pictures and memories. This is not the person I became in Nicaragua. This is not a change I want to have or embrace. I love people and being social and being around people and places. I look for any opportunity I can find to interact with someone. So why do I feel so lost? Why am I so anti-social? I can't go back to Nicaragua this year, I need to accept that. I have stories and memories that need to be shared. I need to get used to my hustle and bustle lifestyle again. But how do I do this? I feel like a part of me is missing and perhaps I left it behind in Nicaragua.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
American Popular Music
So, I was searching for music to listen to as I packed for Nicaragua and I came across Tila Tequila's new video. Personally, I think this woman lacks talent in all aspects of life, so I was curious to see what her video was like. I should have known better by the title, "Stripper Friends." Still curosity overcame me. Dear readers, do not watch this video if you don't want to view a soft core porn. The lyrics are along the lines of "all my stripper friends, all my ex boyfriends, we all want the same thing" I mean seriously. Sex. Sex. Sex. The video features a scantially clad Tequila pole dancing, mock sexing and getting both lesbian and hetero action. It is the most pointless music video on the face of the earth. It almost beats her amazing song "Fuck your Man" where the lyrics proudly boast, "I Ain't Gonna F*** Your Man, Everybody knows hes my number one fan. I've been there done that bitch and if you are mad I don't give a damn!" Horray Tila Tequila, a role model for American women. How to be a stripper, be sexy, and demonstrate no talent at all.
As I celebrated my distaste in the newest and hottest from Ms. Tequila, I stumbled across the new Soulja Boy video. It is called "YAHH" The chorus goes "YAHH BITCH YAHHH" and then he proceeds to utter some gibberish. The video begins with Soulja and his friend playing a video game. Some guy calls up Soulja and tells him to go to school. I'm assuming this guy is prolly his father who left his mother or some shiz like that. Anyway, suddenly Soulja's teacher knocks on the door (THE DORKIEST WHITE GUY EVER). They Boyz sneak out and a clay figure from the video game comes out of the screen. Why, I have no idea. It gave me recollections of Gumby, Africa style. Yes, I went there. Anyway the whole video is about Soulja boy telling off the mail man, the fans, a Britany Spears look alike, some fat white dude with a lawnmower and his "father" by saying "YAHH BITCH YAHHH" or for the radio edit "YAAA TRICK YAAA." Pointless. But the end of the video is the best. Soulja offers advice for all young African Amercians in school. He brags about his F papers and then says "man throw some D's on this shit." Referencing another popular rap song but applying it to grades. YAY YOUNG BLACK AMERICANS. THROW SOME DS ON YOUR SHIT. bump AS, BS, AND CS. YOU WANT SOME DS. I can only envision all the cocky kids in their class singing this to their teachers... At the very very end of the video Soulja tells kids to stay in school and says "yall know I gots me some straight A's right?" Well no, Soulja, if you did, you would speak English. Fortuantly I am fluent in ebonics, therefore I understood most of the song without having to consult lyrics.com. Shitty shitty shitty.
So I want to form this blog where I will provide my witty commentary on American Culture. I'm a sociologist and this is what I do, or some stuff like that. Read for your entertainment and argue with me if you don't agree. Let the enlightenment soak in.
On a side note, I watched Britany's new video "Piece of Me." It pains me to say this, but it was actually good. Her wig looks natural, she kind of dances, and the lyrics totally apply to her life right now. It makes me think all her shannigans were so she could apply them to this song. Horray Britany, may this video bring you back to life (and sanity).
As I celebrated my distaste in the newest and hottest from Ms. Tequila, I stumbled across the new Soulja Boy video. It is called "YAHH" The chorus goes "YAHH BITCH YAHHH" and then he proceeds to utter some gibberish. The video begins with Soulja and his friend playing a video game. Some guy calls up Soulja and tells him to go to school. I'm assuming this guy is prolly his father who left his mother or some shiz like that. Anyway, suddenly Soulja's teacher knocks on the door (THE DORKIEST WHITE GUY EVER). They Boyz sneak out and a clay figure from the video game comes out of the screen. Why, I have no idea. It gave me recollections of Gumby, Africa style. Yes, I went there. Anyway the whole video is about Soulja boy telling off the mail man, the fans, a Britany Spears look alike, some fat white dude with a lawnmower and his "father" by saying "YAHH BITCH YAHHH" or for the radio edit "YAAA TRICK YAAA." Pointless. But the end of the video is the best. Soulja offers advice for all young African Amercians in school. He brags about his F papers and then says "man throw some D's on this shit." Referencing another popular rap song but applying it to grades. YAY YOUNG BLACK AMERICANS. THROW SOME DS ON YOUR SHIT. bump AS, BS, AND CS. YOU WANT SOME DS. I can only envision all the cocky kids in their class singing this to their teachers... At the very very end of the video Soulja tells kids to stay in school and says "yall know I gots me some straight A's right?" Well no, Soulja, if you did, you would speak English. Fortuantly I am fluent in ebonics, therefore I understood most of the song without having to consult lyrics.com. Shitty shitty shitty.
So I want to form this blog where I will provide my witty commentary on American Culture. I'm a sociologist and this is what I do, or some stuff like that. Read for your entertainment and argue with me if you don't agree. Let the enlightenment soak in.
On a side note, I watched Britany's new video "Piece of Me." It pains me to say this, but it was actually good. Her wig looks natural, she kind of dances, and the lyrics totally apply to her life right now. It makes me think all her shannigans were so she could apply them to this song. Horray Britany, may this video bring you back to life (and sanity).
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