"2012: it ain't the end of the world"

I don't know understand the decade that I live in. Sometimes I think that I don't belong here. I see people my own age and ages that differ from me, and I don't understand. I look at my own brother who i've known since he was born, and I don't understand. These are the pet peeves I have with society today :

Lets start small. Video games. I grew up in the 90s, and didn't have a game system until I was nine. Video games were not a crucial part of my every day life. When I got video games in 2003, I played skiing along with Mario games. They were fun little activities in make believe worlds. If you ask the average person what it is their playing on their systems they'll say : Call of Duty, and Modern Warfare Three (shows how much I know. I guess their the same thing). I can't really give you any details about what the game entails. I just know that I wake up most saturday mornings to shooting sounds. When I watch my brother play, I see him with a gun talking to other people about how best to shoot their opponent. So my brother and his friends spend seven hours shooting people. When I ask what he does, he says "it's fun". We live in a society where out of all the things you could be doing : writing, reading, the television, the mall, playing a sport, riding a bike, talking to a friend, sleeping, anything....shooting people is for fun. The first person who can explain this to me is a winner.

Tattoos. They're everywhere. I'm not an old person. I think tattoos can be beautiful if they're placed in the right areas, or they have some huge significance. Yesterday, I saw someone with a deck of cards up their back. Was it cool looking? kind of. Could you notice it? very much. Is that a reason to mark something on your body forever? Not in my opinion. Rob Kardashian is one of my favorite guys in hollywood. His latest tattoo is a picture of his mother in a seductive pose. My one question is, why? I know you love your mother, but can't you think of another way to show her you respect her. Write a letter, tell her by word of mouth, anything else. Now we get to the last and worst tattoo. The naked women on mens bodies. I have one thing to say to you. In 30 years you're going to be old, fat, and married, the woman you choose to spend the rest of your life with will get to look at those naked women for the rest of her life too.

The phone addictions. I have one. The minute I bought that shiny iPhone I couldn't keep my hands off of it. In one phone I can call people, text people, keep up with people on Facebook, Twitter, AND Instagram, I can look up stuff for school and never have a conversation with a real person again... I honestly think there's nothing wrong with using your phone when you're bored or get a message. When there are real people around you who want to talk to you and build a relationship/friendship with you, you should focus on them and not what someone from your kindergarden class posted on facebook. I just think that it's a waste of what could be a beautiful moment. At the end of the day it's what's more important to you : your phone or the living breathing human being in front you?

Cussing. I'm a little sexist when it comes to this one. If it's a guy with a dirty mouth, I think its more acceptable. There's a double standard, but there's something really ugly about a girl going eff this and eff that. Girls run around calling themselves pretty b**ches. Have we forgotten that a b**ch is a female dog. You're a pretty chihuahua huh? Out of the million and one words in the dictionary, lovely, sexy, attractive,beautiful, bonita,  mamacita so many words and you chose to call yourself a female dog. There's just something weird about that to me. Unless your angry and incredibly upset so it slips out, I think you should find better more meaningful words to me.

These are my opinions. If you have any of these problems, I still love you.

"It's the start of something new...it feels so good to be here with you oooh"

Hello,

For those of you who haven't heard me speak about this a million times in the last week, today was the first day of college classes. My adventures as a freshman at KU began on thursday when I went to orientation. Most everyone went to earlier dates which is probably a smart move when it comes to getting in the classes you really want. I was in Africa, so that wasn't really an option. At orientation, I walked in on my own only to realize that everyone brings their parents. Pretty sure parents cost extra money, so I didn't even bring it up with mine. I ended up running into an old high school friend who didn't bring her parents either. We sat together and went through all the orientation stuff together as well. We heard some speeches about how great it is that we chose the school, learned about signing up for classes, spoke with advisors, and actually signed up. I was heartbroken when I found out that my math ACT score prevented me from taking some of the science and math courses I was into. I feel like my whole life goes back to that one test. It doesn't really test my competence, but there was nothing I could do about it. We also had lunch where I sat across from an attractive californian guy who through a hissy fit. It was kind of funny. Really the whole thing just felt like a bunch of kids playing college. Everyone was kind of nervous and squirmy. No one really knew what they were doing or what anything was. 

Friday was move in day for those who were living in dorms and apartments. That night there was a really cool block party. All the people could meet at the union for some drum performances and music. There were cool lights and lots of free stuff. Inside, all the clubs had booths advertising who they were and which people should go. I went with a few of my close friends and we had a good time together. The next night was traditions night which I totally missed, because I was getting my hair done. We showed up just in time for the concert though. It wasn't really a live performer, but it was a D.J. with a really unique mix that had music videos. She played all the summers hits plus blasts from the past like Love Story. People were dancing and there were glow sticks and stuff. I went with my cousin and ran into some other people. It was a really good welcome weekend. It showed me how cool it is to go to such a big school. 

Today was of course less exciting. My cousin (who I owe my life and more) took me to school and showed me where all my classes were. I made it to 2/4 on time. I got lost when it came to finding the room for the fourth one and left campus only to get back late to math. It wasn't a big deal though. I have a lot of teachers assistants who I hope will teach the material well. The main professors I have are pretty cool as well. I really want to be serious about studying this year. A lot of people don't understand, because college is supposed to be about expirimenting and finding yourself. I know my condition. My entire family is depending on me to succeed. My parents came all the way from Africa to make sure that the future generations have a better life. They worked their butts off, and I could never let them down. This means that the blog is ending now, and i'm going to read my course reading for Sociology. That pretty much sums up my first day of school!

song of the day: We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together - Taylor Swift (No one is more excited about the new T-Swift single then I am. I was waiting a long time for new music and like that it has a pop feel to it. The album RED will for sure be a good one. She never dissapoints. )

quote of the day: "Although no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending"

Jackson Family Feud pt. 1 (Janet vs. Paris)

I still can't figure out how to space things on this so called "improved" blogspot page" so my blogs will now have different parts. Basically 1 paragraph = 1 post. Some would say that the Jackson family pretty much died with Michael (not to be harsh). Janet rocked the top of the charts, but she hasn't had a decent album since Demita Jo back in the early 2000s. The rest of the siblings are STILL singing I Want You Back on tour over 40 years later. I have never shared those views. I think there's something about that family that makes them special. There are so many big personalities. Who knew little Paris Jackson inherited her families traits. If you follow her on twitter you know what i'm talking about. The whole fued started when Katherine Jackson (MJs mom) went "missing". Paris and all the other little grandchildren went on a huge rant about how they demand to see their grandmother right then and then. Turns out she wasn't missing, but in Arizona with Janet and some other siblings that aren't relevent to this particular post. The next day Janet leaves Arizona and attempts to get Prince, Paris, and Blanket to leave what is known as the "Jackson Family Compound" (the new mansion bought with Michael's money). Paris demands that her aunt Janet leaves and tells her it isn't the Jackson family house it's their house. This upsets Janet and she starts swiping for her cell phone (very blurry video can be found on TMZ of this all happening). Then Janet proceeds to call Paris a spoiled little b**ch and slaps her. And they looked SO close at the memorial. After this whole incident, someone calls the police. This makes all the big headlines, and everyone from Sherri Sheaperd to Gladys Knight is commenting. Gladys said, " But if [Paris] called me that, she wouldn’t have no teeth. That’s the way we were brought up. You respect your elders". I personally think that crazy things happen when you're under pressure. Janet had no right to slap Paris, because she's been through a lot in the last three years and some kind of anger is to be accepted. But I also think that all the money and attention is getting to Paris's head. Maybe she should remember her roots...she was nice and quiet back then... :