Cheeky Chatty

Have you ever crashed from a high?  The high doesn't necessarily have to be drugs, but it could be the completion of an important project barely missing the deadline.  It can be a fireman rescuing a family, or finishing your first marathon.  Whatever it was that exhilarated you, can also come to a screeching halt...like love.  Sometimes, I get certain songs stuck in my head for a day or even a week.  Whenever the song begins to fizzle out, its purpose becomes known.  Apparently,  Rihanna's We Found Love , has been the pick of the week. I was at full capacity of love for about a month or so, and it felt like a year. Everyday was a blast. Everyday was filled with music. Everyday was filled with food, friends, and lifelong memories. Everyday, I was drunk. There were some sober days, but not so much.  During that time, I was careless, carefree, and happy.  It was definitely toxic love, and I took longer to get over it, than the...

Amazingly, there is this large notion that people join the military to escape the harsh realities of life.  The fact that it is a volunteer force, makes those that apply, volunteers of the lazy life.  My information was derived from the answers from the first discussion question of my sociology class last week; which was to describe a sociologist's view of why the American military does not represent the cross sections of Americans, from an article we read from New York Times . The responses were incredible, and I soon realized that I was the only one in my class that had done any military service.  The article indicated that people from rural, inner cities, and low income families join the military, which creates an unfair volunteer force.  One reply was from someone who mentioned that people join the military because they want the benefits, and do not want to "try" working in the real world, because it's easier to have people tell you what to do (dumb b!tch)...

Trending twitter topics are always interesting.  Answers from around the globe tickle my sides, and also cause full on belly laughter.  Currently one of them are #IveAlwaysWantedTo, to which the first one I seen was from: Evil_Dumbledore: #IveAlwaysWantedTo turn around in a big chair, and say "I've been expecting you..." Absolutely hilarious!  In fact, I'm going to do it at work tomorrow :).  So, what would my answer be?  I don't know.  I've done a lot in my life, and traveled all over, and had some pretty fun times...stuff that just kind of happened unexpected.  Also, I have done a lot on my life list that I created when I was eight; however, the last thing was to be president (not so much anymore).    Along with trending topics, you get to see the overall voice of people in general; which is to be accepted for who they are, and how they are viewed.  At times I have wished I could step outside of myself to see what other people see,...

Bound by the eyes, hands, and shackled feet Lead into an arena of the unknown With a deafening beat of the heart An eerie silence Surrounded by the elements of dry heat, slight wind, and a burning sun Fear causing mental anguish A lump rising in the throat, preventing vocalization Is it better to see whats to happen? Should I turn from possible pain? Should I fight? Should I plead? Overwhelmed with fear, causing a gravitational pull Kneeling, rocking back and forth An eruption of laughter and tears, loosening what was covering the eyes Blinded by light, and focusing on the chained closed sweaty hands Opening to reveal a key Will you free yourself to face whats to come? Will you remain bound, and give up? What will your choice be? Inspiration:   Demi Lovato's Skyscraper

One day at work, a customer I never met before looks at me and asks if I could sing; in which I responded with no.  She then gave me a disappointed look, that was also slightly sour.  Apparently, that wasn't the first time, I have disappointed strangers with my dull life, but it was the first time a look penetrated my outer surface.  At the time, I felt that I should have apologized for not being what she though I was or should be.  In fact, why is it that others seem to think I am not doing what I should be? The other day I was reading my diary.  It is of 12 years old, and I began writing in it during the summer before my senior year of high school.  Continuously, I write for years about how I'm not really doing what I would like to be doing.  Flash forward...same thing.  Constantly, I live in the land of ideas and wishful thinking in my head.  However, the reality of it all is that I'm scared to step out of my comfort zone of a robotic li...

Twelve years ago I dreamed of one of my many deaths.  For the first couple of years I dismissed it.  However, when September 11 occurred, I became scared and distraught.  Later on, I began to investigate my dream, and now I see it as a work of art.  Many forms of art lie all around, but the most interesting ones can be found in a dream of death that begins with the moment of suspense, through the will power of life, and the masterpiece end of defeat. My canvas begins with myself and others lying asleep around a tan colored truck in a desert atmosphere.  I had long hair, and was dressed in a brown t-shirt and light brown camouflage pants, and suede untied boots.  Suddenly I'm running.  I'm running through the desert, houses, backyards, clothes-lines, climbing fences, and continue to run through more desert.  Before long, I was at an empty tavern.  It was cool and clean, and everything made of mud-brick.  I go out the back door and see m...

This past weekend, I took my kiddies on a nature walk at the National Wildlife Center .  We had not been in a while, and I decided to take them to see what interesting things occurs in nature following a rainfall.  The day was sunny, early and slightly hot...nonetheless, perfect.  We walked over a bridge, which was absent of water lilies or pads, and took note of the rise in the water level.  The gravel road seemed washed and remnants of a silt water path was still visible.  Eagerly, we walked to the trail that led into the trees. Along the woodland trail, we heard geese, seen herons, spiders and different types of mushrooms.  We continued to walk along the lake, as mosquitoes danced on us without biting, and everything seemed alive and wet.  When we turned around, Ari began to run ahead, and continued to pick up various sticks, until I noticed how one stick didn't seem too familiar up ahead.  As I yelled for her to stop, I looked at t...