November 30, 2010
This song is stuck in my head. I love it!!!
Never mind that I don't speak Swedish, this song is awesome!
Gossip Addict
Most of you who read this blog know exactly what CollegeACB is. For others this is the first time you've even seen it mentioned. For the latter group let me explain. CollegeACB is a website dedicated to anonymous collegiate gossiping. It's the newest Juicy Campus. And above all else, it is completely and annoyingly addictive. Thankfully I have never had my name mentioned anywhere on that site but I've had friends who have been completely devastated by some horrific lies told about them on it. Last semester for some reason, CollegeACB took our campus by storm. At first the posts were semi-innocuous things like "Where are all the parties tonight?" or "Which frat has the hottest guys?" but then whole threads about people started appearing, "Jane Doe is such a whore/bitch/slut/toad." These posts were the most brutal. I had friends called horrible names and had such ridiculous but hurtful lies told about them. And despite all of the lies, we all got sucked in. A major conversation starter was "Did you see that thing on ACB last night?" It was the internet's version of crack. You knew it was bad and could only lead to pain, and you knew that you should stop going back to it but you just couldn't stop.
I would just like to go on the record here by saying that I have never posted anything bad about anyone on that site. I have posted on it but most of the time I was trying to defend my friends. Other times I just wanted to know if a certain party was worth going to. I will admit that I read the posts and the lies about people whom I have never (and probably will never) met. I was a gossip addict. The only thing that stopped my addiction to that site was the summer. I made a commitment to myself to stay off CollegeACB for the summer and focus on getting some quality Vitamin D (yay sunshine) and hanging out with friends. My ACB addiction released its hold on me but like every other addict, my struggle goes on. I sometimes slip up and go on (like I did last night) and read through the latest post. It isn't as big of a craze as it was last semester but it's still there. The struggle continues...
I would just like to go on the record here by saying that I have never posted anything bad about anyone on that site. I have posted on it but most of the time I was trying to defend my friends. Other times I just wanted to know if a certain party was worth going to. I will admit that I read the posts and the lies about people whom I have never (and probably will never) met. I was a gossip addict. The only thing that stopped my addiction to that site was the summer. I made a commitment to myself to stay off CollegeACB for the summer and focus on getting some quality Vitamin D (yay sunshine) and hanging out with friends. My ACB addiction released its hold on me but like every other addict, my struggle goes on. I sometimes slip up and go on (like I did last night) and read through the latest post. It isn't as big of a craze as it was last semester but it's still there. The struggle continues...
November 23, 2010
Dear World, Black Princesses DO Exist
Read this article here to learn about Black royals that the media doesn't talk about. While I am not one of those girls who wishes to be a princess (and have my entire life planned out down to the minute? NO THANKS!), I still consider myself a kind of a royal watcher.
Side note: I don't necessarily approve of this latest royal marriage. Sorry Kate I don't know much about you to make a proper assessment but from what I can tell me no likey.
Side note: I don't necessarily approve of this latest royal marriage. Sorry Kate I don't know much about you to make a proper assessment but from what I can tell me no likey.
November 22, 2010
Dear Men,
please give me a sign. you confuse me. but avoid the hitting part (I'll hit back).
Sincerely a girl who loves britney spears songs.
Sincerely a girl who loves britney spears songs.
The Art of Lying to Yourself
I've had a pretty rough weekend. Even though I spent most of it as an emotional wreck, I learned some very valuable lessons about myself and people around me.
First, the story.
I joined this sorority group on campus mainly because I was already friends with a few of the girls and I was hoping to expand my horizons. With that in mind I coughed up $61 to go to the group's formal this past Saturday night. As a broke college kid, $61 is a large sum of money for me but I thought "Hey I'll be hanging out with friends and we'll dance and eat good food and have tons and tons of fun." I was wrong. I danced to some 90s classics (Barbie Girl anyone?), and I ate great food because the Statler is a four star hotel so their food is most definitely on point. The problem arose with the "fun." Initially I had fun. But as the night wore on I realized that I felt so out of place there. On top of that I was being continuously reminded of moments in my life which I would rather forget permanently. When it was all said and done, I was in a gorgeous dress, with my hair and makeup done beautifully (thanks Rachel) sitting in the corner of the room crying my pretty little brown eyes out. The worst part was that everyone else was so wrapped up in themselves and their dates that it took a while for anyone to notice. And when someone did notice it was only one person. The rest of my so-called "sisters" were nowhere to be found. At the end of the night I asked our president to cool it with the drama. This resulted in me getting yelled at in front of the waiters, the DJ and some of the girls and their dates. I was humiliated after semi-recovering from a meltdown.
Essentially I rethought my place in the organization and determined that I didn't belong there anymore. I learned that I can't force myself to fit into a group and I should stop lying to myself and sugar coating stuff. It's time I learned exactly what I expect from myself instead of trying to fit into what other people expect from me. That might sound like a common sense type of thing but for me I've spent most of my life pleasing one person or another and I lost myself somewhere in the mix. Now I need to learn how to be me, and in some ways that's the hardest thing to learn.
First, the story.
I joined this sorority group on campus mainly because I was already friends with a few of the girls and I was hoping to expand my horizons. With that in mind I coughed up $61 to go to the group's formal this past Saturday night. As a broke college kid, $61 is a large sum of money for me but I thought "Hey I'll be hanging out with friends and we'll dance and eat good food and have tons and tons of fun." I was wrong. I danced to some 90s classics (Barbie Girl anyone?), and I ate great food because the Statler is a four star hotel so their food is most definitely on point. The problem arose with the "fun." Initially I had fun. But as the night wore on I realized that I felt so out of place there. On top of that I was being continuously reminded of moments in my life which I would rather forget permanently. When it was all said and done, I was in a gorgeous dress, with my hair and makeup done beautifully (thanks Rachel) sitting in the corner of the room crying my pretty little brown eyes out. The worst part was that everyone else was so wrapped up in themselves and their dates that it took a while for anyone to notice. And when someone did notice it was only one person. The rest of my so-called "sisters" were nowhere to be found. At the end of the night I asked our president to cool it with the drama. This resulted in me getting yelled at in front of the waiters, the DJ and some of the girls and their dates. I was humiliated after semi-recovering from a meltdown.
Essentially I rethought my place in the organization and determined that I didn't belong there anymore. I learned that I can't force myself to fit into a group and I should stop lying to myself and sugar coating stuff. It's time I learned exactly what I expect from myself instead of trying to fit into what other people expect from me. That might sound like a common sense type of thing but for me I've spent most of my life pleasing one person or another and I lost myself somewhere in the mix. Now I need to learn how to be me, and in some ways that's the hardest thing to learn.
November 1, 2010
Never Again?
Humanity can be evil. We have done things to each other that leave us mystified later on. Genocide, rape, murders, war, abuse etc. We often make excuses for what we do...it's for the good of the people, it's a necessary evil...the excuses go on and on. We sometimes accept the excuses we are given perhaps in a desperate bid to fool ourselves into believing that nothing bad is happening. This is what happened in Nazi Germany. Hitler and the Nazi party convinced the German public that the mistreatment and deportation of Jews was for the good of the state and the public believed them and ate up the excuses like they were delicious cupcakes. The point is we do things to each other that for the most part make no sense, but we, the human race, are skilled masters of self-deception. We make ourselves believe that everything bad that happens will somehow lead to something better. So what do we do about this problem? Here's the scary part, collectively...we have no idea. We continually make promises of "Never again." After the Holocaust we said "Never again" but then Cambodia happened and then we said "Never again" and then Rwanda happened and we said "Never again" then Bosnia happened and we said "Never again."
The cycle continues.
Fear is not the answer but what is?
What will happen after the next promise of "Never again?"
The cycle continues.
Fear is not the answer but what is?
What will happen after the next promise of "Never again?"
The Things We Say Wrong
I feel bad(ly) about how horribly I have butchered this language. However, this video makes me laugh.
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