You ever read something from someone you know and just get completely irritated by what they had to say?
Especially if you know you were involved, somewhere underneath, woven into the bitter fabrics of their past, and they *dont* recognize that you indeed were a very important part of that stinkin past at one point?
Yeah, that's cryptic as heck. Lo siento. Actually I'm *not* sorry. Let's let those vague and open comments stand. Cuz that person should know *exactly* what I'm talking about if *that* person decides to roll up on my blog one day soon. Whatever, son.
That irritates me a little, because a) I have an ego problem b) I don't like being shrugged off like I didn't exist and c) *that* person was my world at one point, yet it seems like I was trash-suey to that person when that person *swears* that I wasn't? Whatever, son.
(In a few hours, I probably won't mean half of what I've just said. I'm just a brat with a bad temper.)
Let's move on from the bitterness, shall we? Bon, commencent.
Life's been ok lately. Still busy, still insane, still having crazy dreams. But I'm ok. I have good company around me - even though they're not literally around me - and it's nice to know there's people that I can trust and that care enough about me, even to send me silly texts, or 4 page long essay emails, or attempted phone calls. Or 5 hour long phone calls. Those are the best aren't they, knucklehead? hee hee. Crazy amounts of TMI though! You *know* what I'm talking about too, cheater! hahaha.
*sigh* I'm worried about my progress as an artist. I haven't drawn anything in forever. Haven't written a *real* poem since last year, around December. No, wait. Ummmm....no, I wrote an ok one last month, but it's just 'ok'. Plus it's full of symbolism, which is why I haven't shared it with y'all, ya wouldn't understaaaand.
My creativity is lost between the pages of Dante and Chaucer. My artistry is swallowed by slavery in the Transatlantic world circa 1450 and the roles of sampling in mass media. My course load is kinda heavy, pero, the classes I'm taking aren't that difficult. I did most of my difficult stuff last year, so that was kinda smart on my part. But I'm still a slacker, which'll be a difficult thing to shake.
*yawn* I'm tired. I've been having to wake up early a lot since my dad's surgery and his continuing recovery. 7:30am almost every day! That's like NIGHT to me. lol. And anyone who knows me knows I can't fall asleep until the sun rises. It's been a struggle. I'm just not a morning person. Oh my goodness, I'm a GRUMP in the morning. It's really bad. I'm gonna need to find a boyfriend/husband who *loves* the morning time or else neither of us will ever get anything accomplished in life.
Yeah. I don't have much to say (for now). I just feel like typing. I have a 300 page novel to read for class, but I'll zip through that in about 5 hours or less. Yes it's a gift, I know.
I was gonna do this grandiose post about all my favourite Canadian artists at the moment, but that takes too much energy. I'll do it one day when I know I have nothing else to do.
Sidenote: Ladies, you ever get ticked off when people decide to drop by, and you just wanna stay in your house looking unkempt, and then because people decide to come over you have to fix yourself up? lol. I get so annoyed when that happens! Someone just did that to me, and I had to tie up my unruly hair and put on a bra. That crap sucks. I wanna be India.Arie dangit!
Oh yeah, Jeff done lost his mind. But I still love him though, he just needs a hug. Only critique I have for him though is if you're gonna be scathing and berating towards your audience, do it with people ages 30+. Don't ruin the assiduous, idealistic minds of the youngin's with your harsh realism, Jeff. Then NO ONE is gonna wanna change the world:
"We as black students have lost our minds," Johnson said. "What the hell is wrong with you calling yourself a minority?" Johnson felt that the term minority was inaccurate because blacks in America can connect themselves to their brothers and sisters in Africa, Australia and in the Caribbean. Once they succeed in doing this, they will understand they are the majority. This understanding would lead to their being more proud of their heritage.
Ok, this agree with. I believe my deceased love Ernesto G. was one of the first freedom fighters to point out the inaccuracy of calling those of various ethnic backgrounds living in North America (otherwise, displaced and/or diasporic peoples), a 'minority'. That mentality is as old as cotton-picking.
He was uninterested in whether any members of the audience liked or agreed with his words, he stated, "I need you to clearly understand that in no way shape or form do I mildly care if you liked my speech." As the audience applauded, he came back with "Do not clap. I am not here to entertain ya'll. I am not 50 [referring to rapper 50-Cent]."
HAHAHAA! That's funny in a creepy sorta way. He's overworked. My poor baby. He needs other interests besides activism. Ahem.
K, that's it.
Shalom, chaverim and Ja mata ashita.
Hebrew and Japanese Words of the Day:
Selichah - Selichot
(se-lee-KHAH / se-lee-KHOHT) n. Forgiveness; esp. forgiveness by God. Forgiveness is obtained by exercising emunah in the sacrifice of Yeshua as the kapparah for your sins, and by evidencing wholehearted teshuvah or repentance in one’s daily life. Selichot (pl) are prayers for forgiveness, esp. said in the month of Elul, before the coming “Days of Awe” (the 10 days from Rosh Hashanah to Yom Kippur).
(Sidenote: If y'all listen to Madonna's new song 'Sorry', there's a part where she's saying 'sorry' and 'forgive me' in Spanish, Italian, I believe German, and ding ding, Hebrew! She says selichah and everytime I hear it I'm like, 'this heffa is speaking Hebrew in a dance/pop song...wow'.)
Meepuru: Kore wa nan desu ka.
Mise no hito: O-kashi desu.
Meepuru: Oishii desu ka.
Mise no hito: Ee. Hitotsu doozo.
Meepuru: Arigatoo. Itadakimasu.
Maple: What is this?
Sales clerk: These are sweets.
Maple: Are they good?
Sales clerk: Yes. Please try one.
Maple: Thank you.
Current e-Motions: bleeeehhh...I want sleep!
Wikked Riddims: Broken Social Scene - You Forgot It In People - "KC Accidental"