so we all know what is going on in the news right now and what college students are excited over...SAVE DARFUR!!...nope....BRING THE TROOPS HOME NOW!!!...naw...FREE HEALTHCARE FOR ALL CITIZENS...not even a chance...everyone is talking about Free Paris Hilton!! WTF!!?
i mean seriously what has our culture become. free paris hilton? people actually have protest planned for this chick. but people cant come together to save innocent lives. Paris Hilton has done nothing for you. this chick is not Nelson Mandela, Martin Luther King, Keemba Smith...heck not even Richard Nixon.
i lost a friend to a drunk driver when i was in elem. school. my friend Reese was driving home, and a drunk driver crossed the double yellow lines and slammed onto Delicia head on. the seat belt snapped her neck and she was killed immediately. ive lost multiple friends and family members to AIDS, POVERTY, LACK OF HEALTHCARE, LACK OF EDUCATION. this is what we need to be focused on.
People's rationale is all misplaced and misguided in this whole battle, she shouldn't go to jail, she didnt hurt anyone or any thing. yeah stupid the people who were arrested for planning to shot soilders didnt shot anyone, so lets just let them roam free. She is a clear, and present danger. not only to people's physical well being but to this country's well being. its paris hilton, and people like her in this society who think that we owe them something because of their fame, fortune and status.
what disgust me the most about Paris Hilton is the fact that she was given chances to get a lesser sentence by doing community service and she opted out of it. Now, before i post some links i want you all to know that i thought her sentences was fair and i belived that she got what she deserved...but now that i have watched this video clip, that seems to continously disappear from youtube and other video places, i hope those girls get her good.
i want you all to know that there will be a global revolution, if you all arent on the up and up...and u best believe that it will be on the lines of class. the haves and have nots...MARX said it best the Proletarians versus bourgeoise.
Penalty Chart For DUIs in CAli: http://www.kandblaw.com/penalty_chart.html
Video of Paris Hilton using some less than PC terms : http://www.digitaljournal.com/article/105606/Possible_Racist_Paris_Hilton_Video_Surfaces_Online
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
u can Sockem once...or bop em twice
so i roll out of bed this morning and guess what i see? thats right...sockem boppers ::sings commerical that goes along with it:: so i thought id have a little fun. these things tend to be really theraputic. i slyly slipped the sockems on my hand and snuck down the stairs to surprise my sister. AHA...i yelled then i started to go to her body. i threw my hands up in victory, because after all it was over right!?
while i was just laying in the bed my sister attacked me just as i had gotten her. i tried to run...but to no avail i slipped on some papers ("maybe that should be a hint that ur room needs cleaning") and my victory was short lived.
i had a conversation with a new friend last night (brows) and we were talking about reaching states of euphoria. he seems to think that a person can only reach euphoria with some type of outside stimulation...but i know the truth. see as a child u are carefree. there is nothing to worry about. ur armpits dont stink, u can walk around nakeo without people calling u fat...john locke describes it as tabula rasa...clean slate. and as u get older the only way to wipe ur slate clean...is to go crazy
thats why i try to forget things sometimes...so i can release everything that is bothering me and not deal with issues that i have to. afterall if u dont know they exsist u cant deal with them right? regardless of what he thinks...true euphoria is when u are able to seperate urself from reality without the help of other things. i think that is what is going on with my gma...when a person goes through what she's been through. the dualities of life....maybe ill talk about that tomorrow....everyone has multiple personalities.
love peace and hair grease
while i was just laying in the bed my sister attacked me just as i had gotten her. i tried to run...but to no avail i slipped on some papers ("maybe that should be a hint that ur room needs cleaning") and my victory was short lived.
i had a conversation with a new friend last night (brows) and we were talking about reaching states of euphoria. he seems to think that a person can only reach euphoria with some type of outside stimulation...but i know the truth. see as a child u are carefree. there is nothing to worry about. ur armpits dont stink, u can walk around nakeo without people calling u fat...john locke describes it as tabula rasa...clean slate. and as u get older the only way to wipe ur slate clean...is to go crazy
thats why i try to forget things sometimes...so i can release everything that is bothering me and not deal with issues that i have to. afterall if u dont know they exsist u cant deal with them right? regardless of what he thinks...true euphoria is when u are able to seperate urself from reality without the help of other things. i think that is what is going on with my gma...when a person goes through what she's been through. the dualities of life....maybe ill talk about that tomorrow....everyone has multiple personalities.
love peace and hair grease
Monday, May 7, 2007
the contradictions of life
i never really formally introduced myself to my non-existant audience out there, so i guess right now would be a good time, especially since i said i would write more after today's testing.
my name is brittney, and i am from maryland, but right now i am down in greensboro, in college, YAYYY AGGIE PRIDE!!! (i wish there was a way for people to hear sarcasm through reading). i live with my sister...who is four years older than me, and as you can imagine that gets pretty hetic sometimes. we are both leos so it is a constant battle, but deep down i love her...and she is just healous (as joshua would say) of me. lol i kid i kid. deep down i guess she loves me too.
when i was seventeen years old, the very beginning of my senior year in high school, my mother lost her battle with Sarcoidosis and heart failure. this is where my madness must have begun. losing your best friend, and the only person who can truly understand you is one of the hardest things ever. no one can ever replace the love, support, and everything that was my mom. my gma (grandmother) tries hard, my father, my sister, and everyone but in the end, i end up giving them more support than they give me.
i used to be a daddy's girl, but i have no idea what happened. i dont know if it was a gradual or sudden change, all i know is that it happened. but i love my daddy. sometimes he makes me angry (like everyone else) when he doesnt show me the attention i need. but most of the time he makes me happy. he's cool though. my parents would have been married for 25 years this year, if my mom had not been taken away. he is the true example of what i would want my husband to be like.
my sister is crazy. we are complete opposites, yet we are exactly the same. this is what my life is like, full of contradictions. she is also down here @ the T with me. sometimes, more times than not, she tries to fill the void of my mother. and its not like i dont want her help, but i just dont want her to act like my mom, because she isnt and that is not the role GOD had designed for her. my father, not my Father, lets her do it though, it relieves a lot of stress on him. i do admire her courage for stepping up, but at the same time, there are a lot of issues the she has not dealt with and chooses not to deal with that i think she should.
my gma...i love my GMA!!! even though when my mother died, my gma lost a daughter, and i lost a mother, we both lost the same best friend. Have you ever became really good friends with someone only because they were really good friends with someone u both knew? well thats me and my gma. but its deeper than that. we look just alike, and we act alike. i love this woman so much. she has so much strength, wisdom, and courage. its like she does the impossible every single day. but lately, her health has been detoriating. and this scares me. i just cant lose my gma.
im not really a complicated person, im really simple to understand. to outsiders i appear complex, but the complexity is only simplicity, so as long as you are simple and pure, i make sense. my mother got that about me. only few people get that...
btw the exam went really well...i ACED that BIATCH!! cant wait to see what those grades are looking like on friday.
my name is brittney, and i am from maryland, but right now i am down in greensboro, in college, YAYYY AGGIE PRIDE!!! (i wish there was a way for people to hear sarcasm through reading). i live with my sister...who is four years older than me, and as you can imagine that gets pretty hetic sometimes. we are both leos so it is a constant battle, but deep down i love her...and she is just healous (as joshua would say) of me. lol i kid i kid. deep down i guess she loves me too.
when i was seventeen years old, the very beginning of my senior year in high school, my mother lost her battle with Sarcoidosis and heart failure. this is where my madness must have begun. losing your best friend, and the only person who can truly understand you is one of the hardest things ever. no one can ever replace the love, support, and everything that was my mom. my gma (grandmother) tries hard, my father, my sister, and everyone but in the end, i end up giving them more support than they give me.
i used to be a daddy's girl, but i have no idea what happened. i dont know if it was a gradual or sudden change, all i know is that it happened. but i love my daddy. sometimes he makes me angry (like everyone else) when he doesnt show me the attention i need. but most of the time he makes me happy. he's cool though. my parents would have been married for 25 years this year, if my mom had not been taken away. he is the true example of what i would want my husband to be like.
my sister is crazy. we are complete opposites, yet we are exactly the same. this is what my life is like, full of contradictions. she is also down here @ the T with me. sometimes, more times than not, she tries to fill the void of my mother. and its not like i dont want her help, but i just dont want her to act like my mom, because she isnt and that is not the role GOD had designed for her. my father, not my Father, lets her do it though, it relieves a lot of stress on him. i do admire her courage for stepping up, but at the same time, there are a lot of issues the she has not dealt with and chooses not to deal with that i think she should.
my gma...i love my GMA!!! even though when my mother died, my gma lost a daughter, and i lost a mother, we both lost the same best friend. Have you ever became really good friends with someone only because they were really good friends with someone u both knew? well thats me and my gma. but its deeper than that. we look just alike, and we act alike. i love this woman so much. she has so much strength, wisdom, and courage. its like she does the impossible every single day. but lately, her health has been detoriating. and this scares me. i just cant lose my gma.
im not really a complicated person, im really simple to understand. to outsiders i appear complex, but the complexity is only simplicity, so as long as you are simple and pure, i make sense. my mother got that about me. only few people get that...
btw the exam went really well...i ACED that BIATCH!! cant wait to see what those grades are looking like on friday.
TURN THAT DAMN ALARM OFF!!!!
goodness who really wakes up this early in the morning...7, i mean lets get serious. why would they even think of scheduling exams this early...i wanna go back to sleep, its not even like i studied for this exam or anything. i will update later after i come back.
Sunday, May 6, 2007
ab irato
i decided that i would get back onto this whole blogging thing recently, after almost a two year hiatus from high school. there is so much that has been on my mind, and so many things that i had to get out, i figure id give it a shot again.
i wanted the name of this to be The Second Coming, but i guess im not that original with my thoughts, because that name was already taken. but whatever! i wanted the name of the blog to be The Second Coming, because...because...because...maybe u will see things falling apart write before your i's
i wanted the name of this to be The Second Coming, but i guess im not that original with my thoughts, because that name was already taken. but whatever! i wanted the name of the blog to be The Second Coming, because...because...because...maybe u will see things falling apart write before your i's
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
- Yeats
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
- Yeats
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