I hope you studied part two

Yesterday I began a wonderful story of the most amazing time in a students life exams.

Each moment during an exam passes so slowly I could swear it stopped. Or maybe it was just the people father time employs playing a cruel cruel joke on me. Damn you father time, control your employees.

2 hours left alone with my thoughts. Scary.

I often think of Sookie in true blood and hope no one can hear my thoughts. Which makes no sense, as I share my thoughts freely with all of you.

In Louisiana seniors get out of school a few weeks earlier than the rest of the high school. I cannot remember if I got out early as a senior. Is this common place in every state? Why would senior year be shorter than other years? I guess they learned all they needed to know.

I used to row crew in college. There was a girl on my team, lets call her Roxanne. Every time we would go to the gym and workout on the ergs (the rowing machines) it was beyond like a porno. People are known to moan when they workout, but this was beyond moaning. It was full out Samantha sex and the city moaning. Maybe we should have said something to her. Can you imagine if her boyfriend had heard her workout then they had sex and she was quiet. Talk about awkward.

I wonder what goes through peoples mind that think everyone should have a right to bully someone. Do they realize that means someone could bully their kid? I don’t think they realize what the kids do on the internet to each other today. Then again sometimes it is those parents doing the bullying.

I bet those parents wouldn’t be so uptight if they had not had to wear those short shorts for so long.

Oh good now 30 minutes have passed.

 

 

 

 

 

Tainted Youth

This poem is not in fact inspired by the violence post yesterday, but by a conversation I had with a few students in my class. Who  informed me bullying was not a big deal because if someone bullies you, then you just hit them until they stop. They continued to say beating someone up is always the best answer to your problems.

 

My heart is

broken

for you

how do you

manage to stay

so angry 

everyday?

Your soul

must

be

so

heavy

How do you

manage to

breathe

everyday?

When all

I see is

fire

coming out of

your mouth

Keep looking

behind

you

maybe one day

you will catch them

 

“those people”

out to get

you

 

But

be

warned my friend

if you

only

answer

with

violence

 

Violence

is

all

you

will

find

I am not cute damn it.

I am petite, thin,  and “cute as a button” giving me quite the innocent look.

This pisses me off. And has since I was a kid.

I AM NOT CUTE! DAMNIT! I am edgy and dangerous.

image from google images

I promise

 

 

really

 

 

damn, no I’m not.

This would not be a problem, except people laugh at me. All the time. Literally.

Why blog about this today? If this is a life long problem. I walk into work and go to my department head to let them know I got a new tattoo and it is visible. I am allowed to show my tattoos as long as they are tasteful. What was her response and the response of a co worker. Laughter. For five minutes. Followed by you are just so funny. Why? Because I just don’t look like a girl that would get tattoos, so me enjoying getting tattoos is just ridiculous.

 

This post is for all of us out there that are tired of being considered completely ridiculous by simply being ourselves.

No matter how many times they laugh, write you off, or dismiss you, stand tall! Be proud!

 

 

 

Month Long Birthday Extravaganza



My Birthday is fast approaching. I will be the ancient age of 28. Getting closer to that super blow out party for 30. It will be epic. No I can’t invite you. You are internet friends. Everyone knows you can’t be friends with people from the internet in real life. Wait maybe that was just craigslist?

Anyway, back to my birthday.

I have been tossing and turning about what you can all get me for the occasion. Should it be cake? No I don’t eat sweets. Hmm. A good book. Maybe, if I hadn’t read every book ever written already. A night at the strip club with the finest whiskey. That does sound enticing, but then you couldn’t come seeing as I don’t actually know you and being at a strip club alone is lame.

What to do…

 

 

I actually came up with a great idea. It is actually one I plan on doing with my family. I am asking for people to make a donation to my favorite Charity The Trevor Project.  It is a charity that helps prevent suicide in LGBTQ youth across the country. Every fourteen minutes someone in the united states commits suicide. To feel that strongly about ending your life is beyond horrible. With the youth suicides in the news more and more often from bullying and online sources I just cannot sit by and do nothing.

We all have more stuff than we could ever possibly need so the next time your special day rolls around think about asking friends and family to donate to your favorite charity.

Think of all the good we could do given the chance.