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this summer has been crazy, trying to plan my trip to GERMANY next year!
Friday 26 June 2009
Monday 1 June 2009
woohoo!
"Now, therefore, I, Barack Obama, President of the United States of America, by virtue of the authority vested in me by the Constitution and laws of the United States, do hereby proclaim June 2009 as Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, and Transgender Pride Month. I call upon the people of the United States to turn back discrimination and prejudice everywhere it exists."
Friday 22 May 2009
I’m in a large state of panic. I have several papers due this coming Tuesday, tests, quizzes, german presentations. I’m trying to get it all done this 3-day weekend, but even if I stay home every night, I don’t see it happening.
I’ve never been much of a studier. I just get really bored staring at the same piece of papers for hours. Plus I don’t retain the information, unless it’s an interactive lesson.
Each teacher wants my best effort, but with so much to do, I don't see how I can pour 100% of myself into every little thing....
Yikes, well off I go, wish me luck!
listening to: "nansi imali" by ladysmith black mambo.
I’ve never been much of a studier. I just get really bored staring at the same piece of papers for hours. Plus I don’t retain the information, unless it’s an interactive lesson.
Each teacher wants my best effort, but with so much to do, I don't see how I can pour 100% of myself into every little thing....
Yikes, well off I go, wish me luck!
listening to: "nansi imali" by ladysmith black mambo.
Sunday 17 May 2009
I only have a few rules. I feel like I should address one of them.Rule #1: Don't ever use the words "retard" or "retarded" around me.For those of you that don't know, my brother Ryan is Autistic. So at the age of 14, he acts and learns like a 4 year old. Don't get me wrong, I love my brother. He's everything to me. If I lost him, I would probably die. The bond between us? It's something you will find nowhere else.Now back to my reasoning for hating those words. I've beat up several kids for making fun of Ryan back in the day, when they would hurt him and call him names. The hate for their insults has been instilled in me, and it will always stay with me.Isn't saying "wow, that bio test was retarded!" the same as saying "wow, that bio test was autistic!" or "wow, that bio test was mentally challenged!" I think it is. That's why I cringe when someone says "retard" or "retarded."How is it worthwhile to make fun of a friend by calling them "retarded"? It's like me walking up to you, slapping you on the back and going, "hey aspbergers boy! how's it going?" Or making fun of you by calling you "retarded" ("you are so downs syndrome!").I don't get it.I know you may not understand where I'm coming from, since we all come from different walks of life. Nevertheless, I ask, think before you speak. Please don't use those words around me.Thanks in advance.
listening to: "all the above" by t-pain and some other fellow.
listening to: "all the above" by t-pain and some other fellow.
Thursday 14 May 2009
i dance during some services at church. not school dance-style, not club-style. more interpretive. this past sunday was the first time i flew solo, without a parter or the whole group. after practicing for weeks and plotting out what i was going to say that morning in the shower, the first service went rather well.
however i was astounded by the people that met me after service, saying my dancing had brought them to tears, they were so moved, etc. i was a tad perplexed as to how me, swirling about at the front of the church moved people to tears. but i think i was gracious, and thanked everyone profusely.
i was unnerved again, when my youth pastor informed me that the head pastor had been moved by my dance as well. i'm not supposed to have this much power...right?
perhaps not power, that's not the right descriptive word. but i felt a bigger weight on my shoulders after sunday, rather than a release. i wasn't just watching after a small group of dancers, a small sect of the youth group, i was watching over the congregation, leading them in something that i always thought should be led by someone much older than i.
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also, i voted for kris allen several times on american idol. just sayin'. and daughtry came out with a new single, which is excellent (no matter the connotation you choose to hear it in). plus, if you have a free minute, go look up mitchell davis on youtube. he's hilarious, and from ohio. i enjoy thinking that i would be like him if i was a boy.
however i was astounded by the people that met me after service, saying my dancing had brought them to tears, they were so moved, etc. i was a tad perplexed as to how me, swirling about at the front of the church moved people to tears. but i think i was gracious, and thanked everyone profusely.
i was unnerved again, when my youth pastor informed me that the head pastor had been moved by my dance as well. i'm not supposed to have this much power...right?
perhaps not power, that's not the right descriptive word. but i felt a bigger weight on my shoulders after sunday, rather than a release. i wasn't just watching after a small group of dancers, a small sect of the youth group, i was watching over the congregation, leading them in something that i always thought should be led by someone much older than i.
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also, i voted for kris allen several times on american idol. just sayin'. and daughtry came out with a new single, which is excellent (no matter the connotation you choose to hear it in). plus, if you have a free minute, go look up mitchell davis on youtube. he's hilarious, and from ohio. i enjoy thinking that i would be like him if i was a boy.
Wednesday 13 May 2009
my terrible mircofiction.
The fly, before it hit the light, remembered what outside looked like. Clouds, sharp skylines, breezy grass. Pushing thoughts of freedom away, he made impact. (25 words)
My father, insane and angered, raged into the room. I have been shaped so much by my father’s anger, I am no longer surprised. Mother cowers, a lamp shatters on the ground. Father changes direction, I wait for him to decide. Father pulls my older brother outside, belt in hand. (50 words)
Under a dim streetlamp, Maria met Leo for the last time at dusk. Leo would be packed into a cramped boat during the oncoming dawn, to fight a war he never believed in. Tender words pierced the foggy air, hands intertwined. Neighbors looked on from windows, sighing with the romantics. Small bugs fluttered around the streetlamp, and Maria listened to Leo’s last goodbyes. Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, Leo grasped for the right words to leave Maria with. Promising to write, he shouldered his backpack and turned, only to be shot down from a drive-by shooting. (100 words)
My father, insane and angered, raged into the room. I have been shaped so much by my father’s anger, I am no longer surprised. Mother cowers, a lamp shatters on the ground. Father changes direction, I wait for him to decide. Father pulls my older brother outside, belt in hand. (50 words)
Under a dim streetlamp, Maria met Leo for the last time at dusk. Leo would be packed into a cramped boat during the oncoming dawn, to fight a war he never believed in. Tender words pierced the foggy air, hands intertwined. Neighbors looked on from windows, sighing with the romantics. Small bugs fluttered around the streetlamp, and Maria listened to Leo’s last goodbyes. Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, Leo grasped for the right words to leave Maria with. Promising to write, he shouldered his backpack and turned, only to be shot down from a drive-by shooting. (100 words)
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