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Saturday, 24 October 2009

  • box city

    So last night i slept in card board boxes, refrigerator boxes actually. So i was getting this box ready for my bed with lots of duct tape, lots of duct tape. i made a completely closed off box for my bedroom so no wind would hit, me then a parlor to enter my box with. I assumed everyone would do something like this to keep warm i was wrong. Some of the girls had windows in their's and were going to freeze. i was honestly worried about them but, i stayed out of their business.

    I slept on a tarp and in a 0 degree sleeping bag, it reminded me of camping in yellowstone national park when it snowed, it was chilly but i was relatively warmer than the others, i came out of my sleeping chamber and noticed a twenty degree temperature difference between the chamber and the parlor. Needless to say i was rather happy to be in the semi-warmth. Then i wondered about the people who actually had to live like this, i was very thankful for my house that i normally sleep in, but yet again i was also thankful for my box because without it i would be freezing.

    i put polka dots all over it as you can see in my picture and told my dad repeatedly i wanted to go back home and get in my bed, but to keep our minds off of it we played games like hide and seek and sardines. I had a lot of fun last night and i hope to do it again sometime soon, but not the day before my beauty pageant again. Today i will be doing a beauty pageant and i hope i can share with the audience about my experience.

    Would you ever sleep in a box for charity?

Tuesday, 06 October 2009

  • i guess it all depends on who molded you as a child.

    I was in the Walmart the other day in humboldt, tennessee with my friend. i was still in my school uniform, she had changed into her ripped jeans  converse, and scary t-shirt. My friend where's heavy eyeliner and has razor cut hair, she is the nicest person i know, and when she burps she eats it. But anyway, i started noticing as we were in cosmetics, we were getting old looks and strange stares, as she was going for the crazy stuff, i was going for the nuetrals and blues. I heard some woman pull her child away from the lip balm when she noticed my friend, and said in a harsh voice "get away from her!" i looked up with curiousity and notice she was clutching her cross necklace, and  glared angrily at me and my friend, who was preoccupied with a new shade of purple lipstick.

    i ignored this because katelynn and i usually got strange looks, from people because our styles differed greatly, and when we're together our clother are exact opposites. her favorite store is hot topic, and mine is, pacsun/ rue 21.  So i wasn't mad at this woman, until i accidentally almost got run over by her small child in the halloween department, the little girl dropped her princess outfit on my shoes and we both ended up tripping and she fell on top of me. I appologized then told the little girl how pretty she was and that i had mistaken her fr a queen instead of a princess, her mother came shuffling after her daughter and yanked her up and said "don't spoil my child's mind with your satanist ways" then i showed her my crucifix and rosary. Now i was a little angry, but not so much as i would make her feel overly awkward.

    Then me and my friend went to the electronics and looked at phone and movies, where someone else yanked there child away from our general vicinity.

    I'm always in theses situations with my friends, when i'm with my palestinian bestie, when i'm with my multiracial metal crazed hyper-active pal or when i'm with a group of my friends who like their pants to sag a bit. i never really saw race or religion with anyone, it never bothered me. But i do have friend who won't chill with me when a certain person is there because of their race, religion, sexual orientation, and style. I always go on what my mother told me "did god make them?" if yes okay "Does god love his children?" if yes okay "Did jesus say love your neighbor as yourself" if yes okay. I guess its just how you're raised, that states whether you can be friends with someone or not.

    That's why i try not to get overly angry at people who stereotype others, i just try to stay quiet and state the stuff mom told me. besides, all my friends are cool, and i like them, because we can be dorks together :)

    Have you ever experienced this before? Has it been directed at you? What do you think about it?

Saturday, 19 September 2009

  • Our image on self worth is seriously messed up.

    I was reading a blog today on datingish, asking for advice, and its seriously saddened me. I mean i felt like i knew these girls, mainly because i once was best friend with a girl like this. I refuse to mention any names. This friend of mine came from a broken home, her brother had a disorder that forced him to use a wheelchair most of his life, when her parents were together most of the attention went to her brother. This left my poor friend alone without parental enrichment, or disapline she needed and desired. I had been friends with her since i was in first grade and she was two years older than me, Because her father left them when she had begun middle school, she experienced the lack of fatherly protection i think every girl should have. So when she told me she was pregnant again this past summer, it truely hurt me that she hadn't learned her lessons the times before, not to mention avoided the emotional pain she had before when she had miscarriages.

    Everytime she told me about the boys she dated they were all the same jerks who treated her like dirt who had a father that was abusive and left their family for some other woman to terrorize. The first one i actually met, hit her, and me it made me mad when she told me about this past boyfriend. She told me he made her feel attactive and beautiful; which she is but i don't reccomend how he told it too her, the last time i saw her we had been previously talking on the phone for weeks in advance of the visit. When i saw her again i realized she hadn't changed at all, it broke my heart and i decided i wouldn't talk to her anymore because i couldn't handle all the pain i felt for her.

    She sought selfworth in sex, men, and the cmpetition for men. I wanted her to realize she was strong enough to not have a petty relationship

Thursday, 10 September 2009

  • so life sucks then you die am i supposed to beleive that?

     So this little blog is brought to you by, two half empty cherry cokes and a flat one. Today was pretty good, i watched Obama do a speech about education, and had a really good history class. But, what got me on this discussion was that, a lot of people have tough lives, and have the right to complain; the right to complain about their jobs, or lack of jobs, their home-life, their lack of one, andlife in general. But, me i have a good family, i have friends, i am getting an education, i'm not being beaten, i have an old truck that runs better than my dad's new car, and i have food and a house. What do i have to complain about?

    Yet, i complain about my grades not being where they ought to be, i complain about how my hair doesn't fall in the right way, how i didn't get starbucks coffee this morning, i didn't get my parking spot at school. I say my life sucks way too much, and my close friends say you don't know how lucky you are. i really don't i've never had to go without food for more than a few hours, i've never been denyed of clean clothing, or a roof over my head, or shoes, or anything for that matter. Therefor, i can't say life sucks and then you die, that's not the way its should work, i'm priviliged to be able to go to the rocky mountains every year even though we camp. I'm priviliged to have my college tution already paid for before i've even started college.

    Why am i complaining about my cell phone being old, and cherry cokes not being fizzy and sugary like i like them. why am i complaining about my parents? Why? Because i live a soft cusiony life and i've never had to work for food, or a home ,or clothing. I've always had everything provided for me, so have my parents. So why does life suck then we die? Because i make it into that mindset. I'm trying hard not to complain, but i'm human and it happens. i just thank God for being good to me.

Sunday, 16 August 2009

  • What's with my face?!

    So i'm allergic to just about anything you can think of, and it truely sucks because i don't die from whatever i come in contact with i just break out. So i'm usually in a mosquito bite looking rash most of the time, it itches, burns, bleeds its absolutely awful! I've been sent home from school twice because of these rashes and the fear that its not an allergic reaction and may be contagious.

    The other day i come hoome from a date with my boyfriend who has mono, and i seem to be a little more rosy cheeked than usual, and i begin to feel the signs of a small allegic reaction coming on. The next morning i have tiny littl bumps right below my right eye and i put my lotrizone ointment on it which usually works, the next day is monday and i wake up and while I'm getting ready i notice its not completely gone. That's completely fine it'll be gone the next day i think. at the end of the day i start noticing acne which is very rare for me, idk why its happening so i dab on a little mor lotrizone.

    Tuesday morning i look like someone has beaten me I'm black and blue beneath my right eye and the rash has spread down my face. I got to school and everyone is wondering if i'm being abused, i tell them no it probably just another allergic reaction to something i came in contact with the past weekend. I go home dab on a little more lotrizone.

    Wensday morning its not that bad but still no improvement the bruise-likeness is gone that's it. I dab on a little bit of lotrizone.

    THURSDAY MORNING! I wake up with a leprosy-like rash all over the right side of my face from my brow to my jaw. its swollen and it hurt like hell! I get sent home right after the national anthem and my dad gets me to see a doctor asap. The doc i had seen before about a previous rash the week before looked at me and said "whoa. i see its worse" he hands me some pills my dermatologist recomends and i am not allowed to go back to school until tuesday. and my face has gotten worse not to mention fever puking and uncontrolable fatigue. and i can't put anything but vaseline on it.

    What's wrong with me?! have you ever had something like this happen to you?! Any advice on making the burning go away?

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