Brighter Days

I was talking to my friend about X-mas being overrated because it is. Ok. So much pressure it's like what if I had the audacity to show up at my home on Christmas day and while everybody is exchanging gifts I stand up and say something like "You know guys. Jesus is the reason for the season and that's why I didn't buy anybody anything." and sit down. One person would be like "You couldn't even buy a card?" and I'd say no, I couldn't. Now let's all bring out the Bible and read the first verses of Matthew. The part when Mary finally finds an inn to birth baby Jesus. My family would probably think, how cheap is she, and continue to exchange gifts.



I don't know my house. Every time I return the walls have change the furniture rearranged, new additions everywhere. The most confusion happens when I'm in the kitchen and I'm mindlessly searching in every draw for a fork. Ok found it. Now the plates, tricky, it could be on the top or the bottom. It's on the top, ok found it. Now the hard part is the cups. Ok..where the hell is the cup. Why can't the cup just be in a simple place...ok found the cup. I've never really lived here that long, we moved from my hometown to this place when I graduated so it's this place I've been visiting and getting to know little by little. It's like...and long distance relationship. You think you know the person...really well, but when you spend time together in person you learn new things like...wow, I didn't know you jerked your head so much when you talk. Wow...I didn't know that's where you kept the foil. I'll make note of it next time....or just forget it. Let's just break up and call it quits.



Hey there's moments when I feel no so alone. I had a moment like that. When I realized I wasn't insane. Yes! It's not something you can explain. It's like a joke only you and God are in on. But god is invisible so it looks like your laughing by yourself, but then this person comes along and is like..."Oh you realized that too!" and you're like "get out of here I thought I was the only one you knew about that!" and so you discuss it a little further and share feelings about how lonely you felt for so long...and your days are little bit brighter. It's like a stranger offering you candy but it's not poisonous and he's not trying to lure you anywhere.

I have this dream.

There's this mantel, like an unfinished landscape the size of my thoughts. And there's this person painting on it from time to time. They add some trees here and there, and some flowers and the glowing son. It's like a Bob Ross painting where he paints birds at the flick of the wrist and he makes it look so easy. Only in this painting it's not just a landscape it's a also a portrait and every now and then the artist is not sure of what the person should look like. And whenever I can slip away from the world the artist adds some color to the piece. But there are some times where that person won't paint for weeks and months at a time. And in the back of my mind there's that piece with so many white spaces and the unfinished image of the person in the picture, but what is really noticeable is the unfinished smile of the figures face. The figures supposed to be me of course but the artist has to patiently wait until I can finally tell him what I want to portrait to look like, and he just waits and doesn't mind that he's not getting paid. Hmm.

I have so many thoughts in my head. I have three poems I want to write one called "Rich Guy/Poor Guy" and "Clean-up Man" and..."I know you like me or favorite fantasy". But I haven't been able to that because I feel like if I'm doing that then I am wasting time not doing what I should be doing so I try to figure out what I'm supposed to do first until there's no time left and I realized...I just wasted another day.
I dream. I have this one dream where the songs that I constantly create and sing in my head are recorded and the world just loves it.

That I finally finish this book.

That I finally start acting again.

That I get in the shape I want to be in.

That I complete my art projects.

Life tastes good. Coca Cola.

I was watching the movie "Click" and the remote salesman says to the guy screwing around with his life "Remember the Leprachaun"
and the other guys like "Huh...Catch me lucky charms...that guy?"
and the salesman's like "He spends his life chasing the treasure but in the end...it's just corn flakes."
A lot of us realize this too late. It's just corn flakes, it's just money, it's just...things.
And Coke tried to convince me once that the taste of Coca Cola was "Life" but you know what? It's just syrup and carbonated water with little nutritional value and is really worth less than 5 cents but here I am paying 1.25 for a bottle. But the commercials are so convincing that I really thought life was in that bottle and that I could taste it.

Life. Life..it's so...you know. Mysterious. It's like why am I here. Some people aren't here but I am. Do I deserve to be here? I guess...because I'm here. But is it really a privilege to be here on Earth. Is perishing a blessing but many of us just haven't realized it yet? I know I must thank God for everything I have but when he takes someone's life are they not blessed? God wants me here for a reason and once that reason is fulfilled he no longer has use for me on earth. That's what I think, that's the only reasoning that I can think of when I see so much pain and suffering in the world, especially in children who die so young. I think that when a people die young it's god giving them higher chances to get into heaven because maybe sometime in their future they would end up doing something that would really limit their chances of getting into heaven. They leave this earth at such a young age, and we say "why?" And "how could there be a God?" But one day the inquisitors will leave this earth just as that child did and we realize that in the end we all end up the same, in the end is truth. So I'm thinking and thinking..why am I here and I try to imagine what it's like to not be here. But I can't, it's so strange to imagine yourself just not existing that one day there just won't be a tomorrow for me. So I ask myself what it is that I should be accomplishing.. ..is the path already set in my heart?

The length of that path is chosen by God and if I continue to look to him for directions I'll follow that path until he no longer has use for me on this earth. Or, I can ignore the path and go where I want I continue to seek satisfaction without GOD and not accomplish what God intended for me and die ignoring my built in GPS system [soul]. My life is a little bit of inbetween. I get on the path, I fall off. I try to take a short cut and end up trying to find the path again with my tail between my legs and divine fate just standing there with a yard stick in his hand shaking his head. "Who told you to go there? Look at you, coming back here with all these insect bites and scratches"divine fate would say to me.

Life is not just black and white. It's not just right and wrong. Sometimes right is wrong and wrong is right. If and old Mets fan was lying in his deathbed and the only thing that could make him smile was tell him that the Mets won the play offs on his dying day, well guess what? That's what I would tell him. Because the end is what matters. The quality of life is what matters. Quality is measured in happiness and genuine moments and meaningful relationships.

It's 2: 19

I know it is. And the timer is wrong on here and I never feel like fixing it. I decided I would through the motions of switching to the new blogger. I think the only difference is a few new templates. I'm a little under the influence of of (notice the doubling of the "of"s that was not intentional that was an error) fermented drinks. What I'm saying is I'm a little tipsy. But before this I kept saying I need to internet log things before I forget them and their lost in competing thoughts. So I said you know what I can't sleep and it'll be interesting to look back on this time when I couldn't stop thinking about that time when I was at Chipotle a couple days ago. It was last week and I was feeling a little invisible. That's how I usually feel and I think one day I won't but that day I did. So I'm sitting outside eating my overpriced food that I should have cooked at home and this guy with a faux hawk came walking outside and his friend is standing there, kind of next to my table, and he's just standing there. And he says to the guy with the faux hawk "Dude you have a staring problem." and Faux Hawk says "What? I was staring at you." and I'm there looking kind of mean as usual, a facial expression I had since I was a kid because I looked how I felt and now I can't change that face. So I'm kind of on autopilot, I mean I'm there and I'm moving and I chewing but I'm not really there, I think I was in the third grade or high-school or Chicago, but I wasn't really at that table. And then all of a sudden I realize where I'm at and I realize what he said and we're the only ones outside so..... if he's convincing his friend that he was looking at him does that mean....that he really was looking at...me? And he walks up to his friend and he has the mischievous grin on his face as his other friend joins him and I feel the stares. And he didn't even seem like the type to stare at brown skinned girls but times change and so do preferences but I didn't notice because I was in London. I then I look at the time and my lunch is almost over and so I walk past...and I'm in Miami and I could have sworn, I would have bet money that he said "that's a banging ass man". They looked liked surfers that's what I call extremely white bread american their parents are probably republican but their rebelling so they go surfing and are pretty much apathetic...light beige guys. Looking at tight khakis and brown eyes that have no idea what is going on until she walks into her car and realize they watched her walk there. I'm not ashamed of feeling a little less invisible. But I can't help to wonder if I would have cared if it was a group of brown skinned bold hey girl what's your name let me get a taste of that lunch guys. I probably would have still been in Norway. This blog probably would have still been the same. My ears are ringing louder than usual.

It's like I'm a mime trapped in that box that their always trapped in, but their is no box! They made it up it's not real, nonbelievers just stick their hand through the invisible wall and shake their heads but the mime is aware of it's structure and of course it's just an act for them, they go home and wash of the make-up and talk all they want but I can't seem to separate the invisible box from the real world and sometimes I feel like I need to explain so people won't think I'm strange everytime I get so nervous about invisible fears I wish could say..."Oh yeah...I know I act strange but there's this wall, you can't see it but, to me it's there and it's preventing me from..." but I can't because that's so weird. It's 2:59...think that's enough.

Jesus is gangsta kinda

John 2: 13-16

Since the Passover of the Jews was near, Jesus went up to Jerusalem. He found in the temple area those who sold oxen, sheep and doves, as well as the money-changers seated there. He made a whip out of chords and drove them all out of the temple area, with the sheep and oxen, and spilled the coins of the money-changers and overturned their tables, and to those sold their doves he said, "Take these out of here, and stop making my father's house a marketplace."

Now this is how I look at this situation. Jesus is with his deciples and they're approaching a temple which he planned on preaching the gospel and worshipping, or maybe he was just walking by and the temple caught his attention. The outside is crowded with hustlers. He is hot.Whether if it's Today, yesterday or 2,000 years ago there was one thing you did not do, and that was mess with people and their money. A sheep now: groceries for some weeks, and ox: food and a car, doves: food, pet, cell phone. Can you imagine today a group of people just chilling, selling goods, their life depends on it. And somebody just comes up and OVERTURNS your table, throws away your money, and let's your valuable goods walk away. And your hot, your steamed, you think those things rightfully belong to you. And the destroyer who looks like a normal guy says to you. "This is my father's house." and you have no idea who this man is. But he's so gangsta that you and the people around you do nothing about it. Because his words are like bullets and he makes you think...well...I guess I'll have to take my business elsewhere. And that's it, that's all you and the people around you do, in the times of stoning and chopping off feet. Wow.

F*ck with Me

F*ck with Me. That must be written on my forhead in ink that only certain people can see. Every once in a while I'll come across somebody who has no idea who I am but they just start messing with me. And I'll sometimes question people around me and they'll say something like "Oh really? Well that never happens to me." I dunno. I'm coming back home from Atlanta and the security line is slooow and long. All you see is hundreds of people in these long long lines and I'm thinking, there's no way any plane can be leaving on time so I get in the line and we're going snail pace and when I finally make it to the point where I take off my clothes and jacket and put it through the x-ray machine thingy I go through and the metal detector goes off because of my earrings and it's lilke 6:48 and my flight leaves at 7, so I'm kind of getting impatient so I go through without the earrings and everything is fine. But then the guy's like he needs to see my ID. I show him my id. But then this other guy's like let me see your ID again. And I'm thinking oh shit something must be wrong maybe it's expired I've never really paid attention to the expiration date but then the other guy's like....I just wanted to see your picture to make my heart beat. And I was really pissed but really really flattered at the same time. I had to run to Gate B 32. I made it four minutes before it took off.

Women....I don't understand them...

I don't know. I'm a woman, but I don't understand them. Actually, no I do...but I guess I can't accept how a lot of women are. I'm so sensitive to people actions around me that the actions replay in my head untill I get to the root of the action. I guess because society places so much focus on physical appearances submissive roles are thought to be ideal and that tends to lead women to view themselves as objects...play things...sometimes just mere accessories that can give you pleasure every once in a while, then women forget to value themselves to the point where they focus there opinions on a man...(who's thought to be superior in society) to feel worth it. To the point where jealousy is viewed more as a female trait, women constantly subconsciously attack eachother and men find this humorous and sometimes entertaining when in his head he knows his absolute value and yet "here are these beautiful women fighting to get my attention just because....I'm...a guy". A man will eventually come to accept this silly perception as...as truth. He thinks it's the truth...and so does the woman...Such is the case in many societies some instances much, much more than others. Is the womanly trait of jealousy more nurture or nature?

When a female stabs a female who's supposed to be a friend in the back because of another guy...nature a nurture?

When a female flirts with another females man just to see if he's attracted to her nature or nurtute?

When a female constantly compares themselves to other females..is that nature or nuture?

Does it depend on how adequate the female feels and what lengths she would go to to feel adequate?

Constantly looking at other females as a threat...is that nature or nurture?


I've been trying to figure this out...my dream is to write a book on this.
7 Deadly Sins of Sisterhood (I got this off the Tyra Show and dashed for my pen)

Betrayal
Manipulation
Judgement
Resentment
Envy
Gossip
Competition

I made a conscious decision not to ever be like that(before I ever saw that show of course) Have I lost my feminine identity? I'm a new breed, not quite feminine...not really close to masculine I'm just....genuine. Sometimes I'll just be walking..in my own little world and some female's with a guy and that disprespectful guy looks at me and that female looks me UP and DOWN as if to say "who is this bitch" and I'm thinking...why don't you turn to that disrespectful man your walking with, the crime is not mine. And I think to myself...Females look at eachother like that on a regular basis...why can't be congratulate eachother...be proud of one another and not detest one another for no reason at all. Maybe throw in a "high 5" every now and then just for the hell of it. The more we respect our selves and eachother the more men will grow accustomed to the respect the less a woman will have to lose herself to feel adequate. Every feature, every material thing, every talent was provided to that person by the grace of god. And if another person has an issue with that, it doesn't make any sense to get mad at that female they need to take that up with God. But they can't because he's the almighty and he provides for different reasons....life is so temporary..in the end we'll understand what really matters....

Home

A couple weeks ago I went home....maybe a month ago. A month ago I went home and I was a little annoyed because I never really get much sleep when I'm there cause every morning I'm awoken by my named being called as if I was missing out on some plans that nobody told me about. Everybody would be dressed and ready to go and I would be strolling out in my pajamas and my family friends from Jamaica would joke about me always being late, but of course I'm late if you wake me up, AFTER everybody's ready. So on the last day I was there I was thinking screw this..everybody do your shopping thing I'm going back to O-town school's about to start I need to get situated....(god knows I'm going to pay for the times that I use lame excuses to get away from my home) But my mom's like your not going anywhere you going shopping with us...and I'm like...alright whatever.
I walk to my car and there's a note on my windshield with my driver's liscence picture and a note that say " I think I'm so cute with my big water head" immediately realize it's from my Uncle In Law and I can't even go into how weird of a discovery that was but I was so annoyed that nothing could bother me.
So I drive in a seperate car because there's no space in my mom's car and I get to my gran aunt's house who we're about to pick up and, my mom's like "Kelly's" going to ride with you. Kelly's about my age and can't hear or speak and I don't know sign language. I didn't really want to ride with Kelly only because there was a communication barrier and I would feel really awkward just sitting in the car looking angry...I didn't want her to think I was a bitch. So I kinda just stared a head and didn't jam to my radio because for some reason I thought it would be offensive. So we get to the department store and my little brother starts acting up...sometimes he cries in public because he's a brat at times. He wanted to rip the price stickers off and I wouldn't let him, I stuck them back on to the tags and called it a day. He runs away crying and wraps himself up in I'm assuming a really expensive, "little black dress" My brother cried so loud that Kelly who can't even hear 99% of the time, covered her ears. Kelly tries to go get him but I shake my head not to. "Let him cry" I mouth. She understands. So I'm waiting for him to cry and realize he's not going to get his way when this blonde sales associate comes walking by. "Is he lost" she says to another. I sat back and didn't say anything. He can be lost for a few minutes. "I want sticky" my brother cries" so the sales associate goes and get's some sales stickers and draws smiley faces on them. And I'm sitting there like...there's definetly no lesson being learned here. Be bad, get stickers from blonde ladies? I guess there's more of that to come in his life.

Stand By Me (Ode to my Cuz)

They say misery loves company. When I'm miserable I don't want to see anyone's face and that's the truth. I rather just wallow in it till it disappears I mean...Why would I want anyone to accompany me, when someone was the one who usually caused my misery.
People suck.
They lie.
Cheat.
Steal.
"Smile in your face...all the time they want to take your place"
Have alterior motives...
They can be fake
And whenever I encounter these things it makes me miserable...I am a person and I'm probably guilty of everything on that list..so I'm a miserable hyprocrite..whatever I don't care.

I guess this is some kind of ode to my cuz ("Jessica" I'll call her)., How gay. But...I remember that summer I liked this kid, Jarred's not his real name but that's the I'll use.
(Quick note about Jarred and my cousins. They idolized him, they loved going to his house and hanging out with him, they thought he was so cool. Especially Jessica, my younger cuz)
So we're at his front door once again because he lived right down the street and, I'm teasing him about the moths and other critters on his house and my older cuz "Debbie" asks Jarred for a kiss. Meaning a hershey kiss, but she knew what the hell she was doing. And everybody knew there was a little something something going on between me and Jarred but Debbie didn't care. So my cuz asks for this kiss and Jarred kisses her on the cheek. And I'm like hold up, waite a minute, let me think about what you just did here. Debbie was elated, smiling her teeth off and I'm like...Jarred, so you're just going to just dip into my family like that?? And he looks like... what? Did I do something wrong? So I get "upset" not really, kinda pretend mad and I tell him he's a jerk etc...and he turns to Jessica to ask if she was mad at him too, and Jessica...I'll never forget this, turned her back on him and didn't say a word. Jarred was once her idol but now..he was the jerk that I proclaimed he was. Because she. had. my. back. And so we turned our backs on him together, and my older cuz Debbie, just went skipping on the way home in joy. And me and Jessica walked home, side by side.

That's the thing about Jessica...it's like, she wants to see me happy. No matter what. She's taught me how to be happy for other people...I wonder if she knows that? No matter what I do, she thinks it's the greatest thing in the world. When somebody makes me sad, she doesn't like that person...she turns her back right there with me. I showed her a picture of my ex's ex girlfriend We both know the girl is cute...or maybe I just think so...but without saying a world...only because she knows what I've gone through with my ex, this girl becomes the ugliest, bitchiest person she has ever seen. The first thing that comes out of her mouth is "She's looks evil...[shakes her head] bitch" and I laugh because she knows that's what I want to hear. She knows the girl isn't that bad...but she instantly bashes her to make me feel better.

Our bond is so strong and it's funny because I don't really know why. Because my Older cousin...I love her to death but I would turn my back on anyone who upset her but she wouldn't do the same for me and that's okay with me, I still love her and would stand by her if she really needed me. But with Jessica...it's almost instant, no words need to be exchanged, I tell her "so and so" pissed me off and she's right there going through it with me. Maybe that will change through time, maybe when she get's older that bond might disappear...but I will NEVER forget many times that she stood by me.

False Paradise

Thoughts running faster than the mind
Running into actions to quick to decide
Decisions arrived before anyone understood why
And the sun was sooo warm on the false paradise.
They sipped Caronas everything was nice...
Water so blue
Skin so silky to the touch
Love guided his fingers tips
to her hips
and her eyes said forever in the artificial breeze
The sand was a sham but they didn't mind
It comforted their backs in the false paradise
And in the distance you could see the truth...
and in the distance she could see...
But it didn't matter their hearts always knew
The sky wouldn't always be blue


Sometimes it'll be purple...in this pic I found

I was talking to a guy, and he said "false paradise" and I was like oh my goodness I should make a poem about that. and I did.

There's a part in the animated film "Madagascar" when the lion get's to the island and he realizes that he's not longer in the city zoo and that there's not going to to anyone serving him a streak for breakfast lunch and dinner and He looks down at the animal community and all of a sudden everyone looks like a steak, even his best friends.

I've been single for 8 months. I work at a place with mostly guys. Everybody looks like a...steak.

Before the semester ended I went into the quick stop market that's on campus and bought sushi and a drink. I go up to the counter and the girl's just yapping away with some guy. I push my stuff up to the scanner to give her a head start. She only scans the sushi, I push up the drink a little more..maybe she didn't see it. She still doesn't scan it, I got a free drink.

Santa Clause is not only black, but he works at McDonald's

Couple weekends ago I visited home ,my second home down south, and after a weekend of rain I gave up on going to the beach and decided we should just go to a movie. None of us saw Pirates of the Carribean so it was a deal, Pirates of the Carribean it was. My younger cousins wanted to argue with me about what theatre to go to, I said Muvico, they said Sawgrass. Sawgrass for what? I'm not driving all the way across the country (30minutes) to Sawgrass. "But Muvico is soo, tired. Tired, tired, tired." they said. "Well, I'm tired, so I'm not driving to Sawgrass. Come on, Muvico's cool, it has to nice Pyramid theme going on, you know...thumbs up. Alright, look. I'm not driving to Sawgrass so you guys can see your little boyfriends." They wanted to argue with me some more. Finally I pointed to my gas tank "You see how much gas I have?, ok, Muvico it is." "Can't argue with that." So...we're hungry. Nooo, we're famished. Didn't eat anything all day, I had just come from the Salon, and hadn't eaten since breakfast in the morning. It was like....10ish. We found a good parking space so I didn't want to leave it. We decided we could just walk to whatever nearby food place. My older cuz wants to go to Cold Stone's. Damn good ice cream, but I didn't want ice cream, I wanted some solid food. McDonald's. It definetly took longer than it should have at Cold Stone's the rest of us wanted McDonald's.



We're walking there it's like 10:20, movie starts, 10:40. We get there, I'm soo hungry and there's a line. Not a long one, but still, a line. The manager at the time was this middle ages man with permed hair in a ponytail. He was definetly older but seemed like he didn't mind working at McDonald's in his mid life. And what was funny was that...he had a perm..but it didn't seem wierd at all. He seemed genuinely happy about life in general , and I came to the conclusion that that was because this man must have had a rough past life, probably in and out of jail, drug problem, his fare share of the ladies, a son he's probably dissappointed. And now he's cleaned up his life, McDonald's hired him even though he was a felon, and for the first time...he finally owns his own home..::tear::. I came to that conclusion because...usually when someone's older and working in fast food...you can tell how much they HATE THEIR LIFE, but no...this guy was alright.

10:20ish my cousin's finally order. 2 McChicken's, 2 drinks, 2 Apple Pies, a fudge sundae, fries.. $8ish, holla. I order a bacon double cheesburger and a drink. We have to keep it simple because I plan on bringing it to the theatre with me. My cousins get their food a little after they ordered andI'm still waiting for my bacon double cheeseburger. I go to the table where they're eating, steal some food from them look over at the counter....my burger's still not there. I look in my cousin's bag, I see two cheeseburger's that they haven't touched. I pick up the burger's all of a sudden four eyes are on me, I look at them shrug my shoulders, put it back in the bag. I go back to the counter my burger still isn't there. I don't want to complain because I don't want to sound rude, but it's just ONE DAMN BURGER HURRY UP THE MOVIE HAS STARTED. I waite at the counter..they keep taking orders...my burger is still not there. I go back to my cousins, they're still grubbing, I look in their bag, still the two cheeseburgers they haven't touched. I pick one up, contemplate taking a bite, they'll get over it, once again...Four eyes on me, I put it back down. Look over at the counter. Burger's STILL not there. Finally I go to the counter, he finally hands me my burger. "Sorry for the waite." "It's okay" I say. When has someone ever said "It's okay" and it really was okay??? I go to the table where my cousin's are and tell them pack up, the movie's started, let's go. From the Corner of my eye...I can see the manager staring at us. I stuff my burger in my purse and tell them to stick food wherever they can we need to leave now. Once they have everything I look in the bag on the table....the two cheeseburgers are still there.
"Aren't you taking these?" I say. Both my cousins look at me.
"I thought they were for you." my cuz says.
"No, I just ordered a bouble bacon cheeseburger."
"Oh I thought you ordered with us."
"No, I that's why I was waiting at the counter...they took too forever with my burger"
"Ohh, I was wondering why you were waiting at the counter, I thought these were for you."
Now had we not been so hungry and in a hurry that's probably how the conversation went. But it really went something like this.
"Aren't you taking these"
"I thought they were for you."
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"asldkfjasldkfjaslkdjfaslkdjflaskdjf"
"aslkdfjalskfdjlkasjdfasd;flas;dflk"
"asldkfjaslkdjflaksdjflkasjdflkjasf"
"WELL SHIT!"
and then we snatched those burgers out of the bag and rushed out because the McPolice probably would have came and got us. Because the restaurant probably wasn't closing soon anyway and they probably weren't going to end up throwing those burgers away anyway. From the corner of my eye I swear I could see the manager with a smirk on his face.
Later while watching the movie my cousin yells "Oh!" like a light bulb went on in her head. Later on she tells me it was because from the moment we got there he was looking at us and when we discovered the burgers were free he smiled.

Thanks Santa. In his eyes, he wasn't contributing high cholesterol and blood pressure, but merely doing a good deed in the middle of July. I'll pay it forward.

Forever 21 bags

I shop at Forever 21 every now and then, on every bag there's John 3:16 on the bottom. I always see it but one day, on a Sunday in particular I decided I would look it up in the bible and see what it says...because to me it was like...why would a clothing store have a bible verse on the bag? Who owns this franchise? Not even going to lie I'm almost positive the clothes are made in a Chinese sweatshop and that's why the clothes are so cheap(It's almost unavoidable to purchase anything in this country that was not put together by the hands of an underpaid Asian/[Or some other country child]...) but the verse...the verse makes me feel maybe a 1/3 less guilty for spending my money there...maybe it's a trap for people like me...anyways.
"For God so loved the world that he gave his only Son, so that everyone who believes in him might not parish but might have eternal life"
John 3:16
The basic summary of the new testamet.
So when I'm shopping for accessories and tiny little tube tops I'm reminded that yes, Jesus died for my sins and whoever owns this place agrees. So strange...that connection.

Wrote this on Sunday.

I can't describe so I won't.
Sitting back wondering why and how
And your why and how became my now
I never understood but now I know why.
I under[stand] because of a fraction of your strength
is my strength
and your lengths is my lifetime
and...I can't describe so I won't.
But I will just say...
Thank-you, Jesus.

Dear Mom and Dad

I hate rhyming poems. They're the worst I like abstract lines rich with metaphors but lately for some reason that's all I could come up with. Whatever works. I wrote this just now, not sure what it means but it's coming from a very familiar place, if anything it explains all of me.

Letter to Mom and Dad (I have never called either of my parents "Mom" or "Dad" in my life Mommy and Daddy of course.)

"Dear Mom and Dad,
I know you've dealt with a lot in that past
And for those moments you feel that life owes you back
I guess that somebody who owes is me
but now the burden's getting a little heavy
I'm a little weak
My savior gave me strength to carry this load
But it's kinda hard for me to carry this alone
(this is where I stop rhyming)
To the point where I can hardly breathe....

One day I'll just let it all go, all this will be forgotten and then... nobody will have to worry. So the debt ends with me.
Love,
your daughter and I use love because I really mean it."

Sometimes crazy people talk to me about strange things and I listen because sometimes I like things not considered the "norm" and this guy is telling me a story and he says in the midst of it that sometimes it helps to just look up at the SKY^. And I'm like...how in the world did I get in a conversation with this guy and how did it lead to this but I liked where the subject was going because I never thought of doing that. I mean it's there right above us but we're so busy looking down or ahead but what about up? Up's a direction to. It's been really cloudy lately but in between clouds there's this beautiful blue....and that guy's right. It does help.

My Life is Brilliant

My mom gave me some free movie tickets they gave her at her job so I decide to use one to see a matinee I see The Break-Up, it's at 3:50..I stroll in at 3:50 something the previews are going on. And then it stops. There's like 20 other people in the theatre with me...we're all sitting there like....umm....it's time for it to start right? So this guy comes in with his walky talky and is like they're showing it in another theatre so we all move to the other theatre, and then we're watching some more previews and then he comes back in and is like "okay u guys are going to hate me" and I'm like I already hate you "and he's like....we're going to have to move back into the theatre you just came from" and I'm like alright whatever, and then he tells us because of this we're all going to get free tickets, yes! This is not the first time this has happened to me. Me and my cuz went to see Dude where's my car way back when and...the film just melted. Just like that, so we had to see another film. And then my ex and I went to see White Chicks I think and they started playing "The Terminal" instead there was just 4 people in the theatre that time but we still got free tickets.

I want to improve my relationships with my friends, I'm trying to balance life and relationships and usually I have to just focus on one thing and just say "FORGET IT!" but I realized that yes..yes.. if you really want to you can FIND time even though your tired because someone will actually appreciate it. I called a friend up out of the blue and she acted like she had just heard from a ghost...and I was like..no I'm alive and I don't need anything, let's do lunch and we did and it was fun, so we went to the mall and she insisted on buying me this dress...it was a cheap little club dress but she insisted on getting it for me and I'm thinking wow, reach out to people and they give you gifts for no reason.

My life...is kind of strange and the way I look at it is God preparing for what he wants me to do.
I wrote a 30 second poem called "Do what God has equipt you to do"

Look to the right and left and realize that
the life you wish you had is not for you
you're being used and that's not necessarily a bad thing
so do what life has prepared you to do
And make sure you just...you know, do YOU.
that's it. that's the end...yeah, brilliant.

LEAVE ME ALONE

Finally leaving my job. Yes, can't waite. There's a dry erase board in the backroom of my job like a communication board, you write all the to do lists and updates and whatnot. And I really didn't want to be there that day so I wrote in capital letters at the top of the board. "LEAVE ME ALONE"
I came back two days later and somebody drew an island with palm trees and waves and a ship off into the distance and a stick figure and in a speech bubble was the phrase that I put there. It reminded me of those Corona commercials where they throw their cell phones in the water and you just see their feet and hands, and ocean....and a Corona bottle. I think I stared at that picture for like 5 minutes thinking...damn I wish I was there. Before my new job I think I'll just take off a few days to just cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeel.
"I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT" I say that phrase sometimes and when I heard my brother say it, I laughed. My mom was trying to put him on the phone with his grandpa and he just wasn't having it. And when he said that I was just like...I feel you bro..I feel you.

Love. Again.

It's been an ongoing theme in my head. Love Love Love. Maybe because of that song that keeps playing everytime I get in my car. "Loooooooooooooooooooooove never knew what I was missing, but I knew once we start kissing fo-ound fo-ound fo-ound..." Someone told me that the brain patterns of someone (madly?) in love are similar to the brain patterns of someone insane. So, let's see. If you have a couple and they are madly in love with eachother, it's okay because it's mutual. But if one person is madly in love with the other, and it's one-sided...that other person is just...insane? obsessed? delusional? Yeah, sounds about right. Mutual=love, one-sided=insane. me=I'm single and I hate my life.

A few entries ago I mentioned an old man hitting on me when my co worker would walk away etc..well I saw him again yesterday, this time with his wife. I pretended I had never seen him in my life but every time she walked away he would just kinda stare...what a jerk.

Jammin

Went home yesterday...was driving my car, my little brother in the backseat. New song came on. I love it. So I'm nodding my head feeling the music and then I remember my little brother in the back seat, he says something like "this is Daddy's music" and I just see him nodding his head to the beat. And I'm thinking, "lol, that's cute, but should I turn it down?" I think about the music I remember from my early child hood.hmmm let's see songs like "pop that *******" "scarred" "in the bedroom all day and all of the night..." "let me ride that donkey" "daisy dukes" "Ima tell mama" I mean..I hear that Miami booty music and it reminds me of my childhood. Is that bad? I leave the music on, radio's much more censored than it used to be. He'll be fine...I turned out alright..right?

Love (question mark)

I usually like the original version of songs but..I'm listening to Frankie J's version of "More than words" over and over again and I don't even know why.

Saying "I love you"
Is not the words I want to hear from you
It's not that I want you
Not to say, but if you only knew
How easy it would be to show me how you feel
More than words
Is all you have to do to make it real
Then you wouldn't have to say that you love me yeah
'Cause I'd already know

What would you do, if my heart was torn into?
More than words to show you feel
That your love for me is real
What would you say if I took those words away?
Then you couldn't make things new
Just by saying "I love you"


Now that I've tried to talk to you
And make you understand
All you have to do is close your eyes
And just reach out your hands
And touch me
Hold me close, don't ever let me go
More than words
Is all you ever needed you to show
Then you wouldn't have to say, that you love me yeah
Cause I'd already know

More than words



You can LOVE so much more by doing than saying. I got a card from my Dad for my 21st birthday. It's one of the MAHOGANY cards by Hallmark. Hallmark for the mahogany people because they need seperate cards with people that kind of look like them. If I'm not mistaken it's in a seperate section, segregated from the other Hallmark cards and then one of the Mahogany cards wouldn't move for one of the white Hallmark cards because her feet were tired.....
The card says this
"Daughter, You are my precious gift
No one can count on the future, or know what they someday might do. But if I could have chosen a daughter, my heart would have reached out to you- I'd have wished for your warm disposition and dreamed of your spirit and style, I'd hoped for your love and affection, imagined your beautiful smile. Life holds some gifts and surprises, and one of the best there could be Is having a daughter as precious as the one who was given to me.

Happy Birthday
With all my love.
(In his handwriting) Happy Birthday. With all the love in the world. Your Father. (Just incase I forgot who he was)

With all the love in the world? I think I've figured out why my view on love is a little distorted see, I have the tendency to never call or keep in contact with the people I love and adore because since the person that's supposed to love me so much doesn't ever talk to me, unless I call him. I've learned from the best I guess. And then he has a list of excuses ready as to why he hadn't called etc... I guess when I finally hit the legal drinking age he realized he'd never really been there for me financially emotionally... So he suggests I open an account so he can transfer money biweekly...like some sort of "Hey sorry I wasn't around" paycheck. Because that's definetly a way to pay back the years...
Love is just being there...not money. I hadn't heard from him 6 months after his suggestion and I figured it was because he didn't have or want to spend the money on me. I didn't want the money. Honestly, I was happy I would have evidence he was alive every 2 weeks. Is money the reason he wasn't around? Is that all he thought I wanted? I'd always thought about that when I was a kid. Whenever I dated a guy I never wanted him to buy me anything...ohhhhhh but there's a catch. I wanted him to WANT to do it. I would ask for money or to buy me something just to see what he would say but I never really wanted it. Hell, they could bluff and say "hey, I WANT to buy you [insert superficial item here] " and I would just be happy know that they WANTED to do that, I'd never call their bluff...I didn't care. I'm not a gold digger. yeah it's good to have money and it's cool if someone spends it on you but...I dunno, I want to be able to support myself and he do the same etc..That's the real reward earning what you have I think. And someone giving from their heart...I can not stand when I guy brags about what he has or where's he's gone or what he drives and think that's supposed to impress someone...who gives a- , can you make me laugh, can we carry on a silly conversation about nothing (I love that) can we....listen to Cold Play without you thinking it's threatening your sexuality. Can you be yourself? And I do the same? Some many more things than frivolous materials things...
I called him on it...and if I'm not mistaken he agreed, that's one of the reasons why he hasn't kept in touch with me. And after saying that, he wanted to write a check right there, send it to me and everything to be all gravy....I told him not to do it. That God has blessed with all I've needed and that wasn't always just money. I lied. I still needed him. And my goodness I was broke, still am and would have loved to get that check however much it was. But just the idea of him thinking that was the solution made me mad. If he would just...I dunno, call for the hell of it, lol, if that happened, My God I think I would pass out...probably freak out and not even answer the phone...repent for my sins because the messiah is back, pigs would be...hell would have...I mean that would be a crazy day.
More than words....
Alright, must watch the Heat. They made it to the finals...been waiting for this since the 7th grade.

My Birthday's coming up in less than a month. I wonder...if I'll hear from him. Father's day is coming up this weekend...I wonder if I should...I didn't send a message to him this year for his b-day...I wonder if he's going to be the bigger the person and not do the same.

More than words.

Party Time

The past few times my mom called, I was asleep. She would call me at a decent our and I would just be. knocked. out. She called on Wednesday at 8:55 I groggily answer the phone.

"Hello.." I say
"You sleepin!"
"Yeah...kinda"
"It's 8:55 on a Thursday! (It was Wednesday)"
"Yeah I know I was just tired." I hear my brother in the background raising hell cause he wants attention.
"Oh my Gosh you people (referring to me and my sister) are so boring. Uhnu (You guys) Don't give me nuttin fi do (You guys do give me anything to do) I have nothing to plan! No engagement party, no baby shower(her wanting grandkids again), nothing! Mmmhm, nothing to do, I am so bored. It's 8:55 and you are sleeping."
I laugh "I dunno...I was just tired."
"Boring, Boring, Boring"
So...I mean like....honestly? What am I supposed to do? Let me go ahead and rob a bank real quick, we can have a "Last Day Before she goes to Jail Party", let me go ahead and get pregnant by some random dude and we can have a "Oh my god I got pregnant by a guy I don't even like and I hate my life" party. I mean there's so many options. She should just have a "My Daughters are semi responsible, and keep out of trouble because they knew I would kill them otherwise so they're basicly doing what I told them to do, but now I wish they would get married and have kids party, but untill then I'm going to throw a part for the hell of it in the big house in the middle of nowhere" party. That's a fun one, I like that one. We can have a bounce house and all.

Oh my goodness, just remembered party hats, the cone shaped one with the little elastic to keep it from falling off your head, and if another kid wanted to be a jerk they would pull the elastic and you'd feel this wonderful stinging sensation on your chin.

My cousin wants me to be the "Mistress of Ceremonies" for her sweet 16. Ummm, sounds like the whore of the party, but it's not. It's the host. Atleast that what my Aunt assured her. I said I "might" do it, but "might" usually means "yeah ok fine I'll do it".I feel like it's going to be a set up, I'm going to be hosting teenagers. Yeah..this is another set up. Can't waite to blog about that one.

This is for the psychologist in me. I was at the hair dresser the other day and I was reading Oprah's most recent magazine and there was this article about "Spongy" people. In short, there are people who when around certain people they sense that person's emotions and feel the way that they do. For example: Someone's around an angry stressed out person and they all of a sudden feel..angry and stressed out..when they were feeling just fine a minute ago. I think it has something to do with your subconscious picking up cues in that other person's demeanor. This can be positive or negative. I think I'm like that. I hang around people who are positive and all of a sudden there's this ray of sunshine, or people are just laid back and suddenly feel like "hey...you know, life? Life's alright!" But then I get around jealous, insecure, envious, malicious, people and I feel this negative vibe and I'm like "Oh my Goodness I hate this feeling why do I feel like this? I dont' want to be here!" Some people are oblivious to other people's emotions and that's cool, other's are sensitive. Other's are aware of this but can handle it (I wish I was like that), other's can't. Spongy Spongy Spongy Spongy.