"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... :

"I'll never be perfect, believe me I'm worth it. So take me or leave me"

Hello World. Today I got and quit my first job. Lets take you back a little with the story. It all started when I got a message on my voicemail about a job offer that a close friend of mine suggested me first. They didn't give any details about what the job entailed or anything (ladies and gentlemen this is what you call a bad sign). Innocent little me took it as possibly fate and called the company back. Today I went to the interview, watched the litte video, and walked out with a job. At first I felt very accomplished. I thought about how I probably beat out the other girl I was applying with and tooted my own horn just a little bit. This lasted about 5 minutes. Thats when I started thinking about what exactly I was now with this awesome new job. I was a knife salesmen. I sold big scary knifes to strangers at their homes for a living. The red lights started flashing in my mind and I imagined myself sliced into some creeps afternoon stew only to make $15 a house call. The money was decent and I needed a job, but that wasn't the one. I don't really want to be an anything salesmen. But now i'm experienced with interviews and will walk into the next one with a new found sense of confidence. My life is really random. The little afternoon adventure as a knife salesmen took my mind off of what the real problem on my mind has been lately. When I went to Africa, I forgot to mention that I met a guy. Well he was more like a man. He had a successful job where he dressed business professional and got to travel all around Tanzania and Pemba. What can I say, I was impressed. What impressed me even more was the fact that he was interested in me. On the outside we were on two completely different levels of life, but we seemed to click. I spent the last month talking to the guy at least every other day. The conversations were exciting and we learned more and more about each other ever day. It was my secret joy. Then the conversation ended. Just stopped. My little long distance texting app hasn't rang in over a week. We weren't really dating, so I can't say I got dumped but it sure felt like it. I started wondering if it was something I said, or if I did anything wrong. Couldn't think of anything. I guess the time just came to move on. So that's where todays quote comes from. "I'll never be perfect believe my i'm worth it". It's his loss. We could've been beautiful. But who knows. Maybe i'm over reacting and it'll pick back up. I'm to blame as well. I didn't text him either, but a girls got to play hard to get sometimes. He's the guy; he should text first. Enough of my problems. I must got back to continuing the job search. Something that doesn't involve knifes or sharp objects. Till next time.. Song of the Day: Marilyn Monroe - Nicki Minaj Quote of the day: "Fear of Rejection. Rejection from the one you desire, from the dreams that keep you up at night, from the gates of heaven, from your expectations" - twitter

"Vacation all I really wanted..."

Hello, Its been so long since I wrote on this. I was looking over my last post and I feel like an entirely different person now. Well some things haven't changed. I'm currently burning dvds for my mom, and listening to Justin Bieber like always. If you haven't listened to Believe, you better do it. It's crazy good. Most of the album is like acoustic/ pop with r&b vibes. My favorite song on the album (the one that's playing as we speak) is Fall. About two weeks ago, I came back from my trip to Zanzibar. Where to begin...I left with my mom and brother on the May 29th. It was only nine days after my graduation. The trip took a total of two days by plane and we flew Emirates. We lucked out from Dallas, Tx to Dubai and got to fly Business class!! This may be no big deal to some of you, but to us it was super exciting because lets be real...we can't afford business class. We got all the perks (well the under 18 perks) that come with business class. The plane had these awesome chairs that turn into a bed at night while the ceiling was adorned with sparkles. And there were only three chairs in our row, so I didn't have to avoid falling on some stranger. I always get stuck next to the weirdo on a plane..well except for this time. All Emirates flights stop by Dubai, so we rested there over night in a beautiful hotel curtesy of Emirates. My cousin Louisa came to pick us up from the hotel and take us wandering around the beautiful city of Dubai. There were palm trees, sand, and skyscrapers everywhere. We went to a less beautiful part of town where they sell knock offs, because my mom was in search of a hot pink "chiffon" scarf for the wedding. While looking we so awesome Beats, Juicy Couture jump suits, and these weird Alexander McQueen scarfs with skulls on them that are absolutley everywhere. We succeeded in finding what we were looking for and returned to the hotel completely worn out. We went to see my aunt and baby cousin who arrived at a later plane then went to bed. The next morning the five of us packed up and headed to the airport together. The flight wasn't so bad, it was a total of about five hours. We took another little plane to Dar where some family was waiting to pick us up from the airport. It was nice and everyone was excited to see each other. The next day, my brother and I moved into our grandmothers place and stayed there for the remainder of the trip. I really like my grandmothers house. It's unique and has a good feel to it. My two uncles, along with two workers that are more like family live there. We had a good time together and spent many days at Forothani (a downtown type area right by the beach where you can watch the sunset and have yummy foods) and wandering around stone town. The few big tourist things we did include: A day trip to Chumbe Island and Prison Island, Two days in Bwejuu, and a long weekend in Mombasa. Chumbe is a really cool place. Don't believe me? Ask Jane Goodall, shes been there too. IT's a preservation island so they haven't cut down trees to make sidewalks or anything, but it's spotlessly clean. Littering is not allowed, and there are strict consequences if you do. They don't let people fish in the area or take home shells or anything. We took nature walks and went snorkeling. It was my first time, and I was actually successful! There's something really cool about seeing all the coral reefs, starfish, and other little fishes swimming underneath you. I loved it! Prison Island was a similar experience, but they had more wildlife. We some these giant turtles that can only be found on a few places on earth. Some weighed as much as 300 pounds and had to be lifted by cranes if you were to move them to a different island. I normally hate turtles, but these were less gross. You could touch them and everything. They also had peacocks and these weird deer species that only grows to the size of rabbits but have antlers and everything. It was good times. Both trips were with family. My aunts treated me well. I love them to death. Bwejuu was at my uncles hotel and that was a very good time. We got the five star treatment and got some good swimming in. We got to see this little town and experience life over there. It has one of the most beautiful beaches i've ever seen. Mombasa needs a new blog pots. It's coming as soon as i cant figure out how to get the paragraph spaces to work, get ready..

Today was a fairytale : Prom 2012 continued

The story of the wonderful day that is prom begins on the last post. This is part 2. After we went to the Japanese restaurant we proceeded onto the plaza in Kansas City. There were lots of prom groups taking pictures by the big beautiful fountain there. Imagine the surprised looks on their faces when some of my friends jumped into the fountain, prom dresses and all. I'm the non-spontaneous type that thinks about the price of the dress and how I plan on wearing it again sometime so I didn't go in. But I did get some great pictures :

On the way back from our little Kansas City adventure one of the girl son the bus got sick. We had to pull over at a gas station so she could pull herself together. I was concerned that we were going to have to pay overtime for the bus, but the driver was really understanding about the whole situation. We took the party bus all the way over to the Ballroom in the Union at the University of Kansas. The inside of prom was decorated beautifully. They had lots of balloons and a little arch that people can walk under and feel special. There was a stage and all the really "look at me or i'll die" people were dancing on the stage. The music was okay, but they didn't play any songs I liked that much. Everyone was there, but it wasn't the super bonded experience you see on television where everyone finally comes together. People pretty much stuck to their friends which was fun. They named Prom King and Prom Queen and they shared a romantic dance. I was really glad about the winner of Prom King, because no one is more deserving then him. They were both just the sweetest people. Prom died fast. About halfway through people started leaving so they can go home and change for the after party. The after party was held at this Italian restaurant in town. My friends and I stopped by, but one girl was having a wardrobe malfunction and there was just a little too much drama for it to really be a good time. People were completely wasted dancing on tables and stuff. I always imagined myself rolling in at 6 am after prom. Definitely got home at 2. The crazy drunk party girl thing just isn't my scene. I think it's incredibly stupid to risk your entire future by participating in illegal stuff. And for what? Three hours of "fun" that you won't even remember the next day. Anyways I went home and sat and day dreamed about how magical the whole thing was. My favorite part was the before stuff though. When we were all dancing on the bus. Dancing on a bus going 70 mph on the highway is an experience everyone should have. It's such a thrill. All the Kansas City moments were great fun as well. I'll never forget my senior prom. Song of the day: Rack City by Tyga was played at my prom at least three times (that's going to be humiliating a few years from now I already know it) quote of the day: "We're fools weather we dance or not, so we might as well dance"

"I had the time of my life, and I owe it all to you" : Prom 2012

Dear readers, This last month has been quite an interesting ride. So many senior events have taken place, and two AP tests have been taken. The biggest event of all was...you guessed it...Prom! I feel like the average american girl hears all about prom the minute they learn how to use a remote. It's everywhere. The special seventeen magazine issues, the movies, the television shows. I can't tell you how many characters i've watched or read about going to prom. Finally it was my moment to experience the magic. It was an unforgettable night. It started with senior skip day (which wasn't really skip day, because we were all excused by the school board) on friday May 4th. I woke up and gave myself a wonderful facial. Then I went to B Studio & Design to get my nails done. I got my first pedicure ever, and my feet never looked so good. I got so many different kind of massages, and layers of paint. I painted my nails purple to match with my dress. The manicure part was paid for by my girl scout troop. It was fun to get pampered with all of them. Here's a little glimpse:

After all the beautifying I went geo-hunting with Akira. I'm technically not supposed to tell anyone else what geo-hunting is, because it's a secret you discover for yourself, but I trust you all. Random people in communities all over the world hide little "treasures" in random places and give you hints on where to find them based on your location. They're everywhere! We went looking for three and failed to discover two of them. The one that we found was filled with all kinds of junk. Old cds, toys, etc. We didn't take anything, because it felt wrong. I was just impressed that the whole thing was real, and we weren't just looking for nothing. The next morning I woke up very early to go get my hair done at Fantasy Hair Salon. I was going for the Demi Lovato loose curls, and it turned out exactly how I hoped it would. After getting my hair done, I met my friend at the location where she planned to park her car for the event then gave her a ride back to our neighborhood. My aunt who was a Mary Kay lady came to do my makeup. I got dressed and turned out like this... :

Very soon after I got ready, I hoped in my moms car and headed to Potters Lake where my entire prom group was meeting to take pre-prom pictures. There was a total of 21 of of us. All girls and three boys (none of whom were in our grade. One was in college and two were juniors). I didn't have a date. I was feeling kind of sad about it before, but I wasn't going to dwell on something that wasn't meant to be. After tons and tons of pictures taken by parents by the lake, our party bus arrived. The bus was really cool, but I was slightly disappointed when the driver said he forgot his wire to connect our playlist to. He had good taste though. The bus took us all the way to Kansas City to get dinner from a restaurant called Gojos. It was a cool Japanese Steak House where they cooked the food right in front of us and played awesome tricks with fire:

The story of prom continues on the next blog post...