Wednesday, July 28, 2010


Well, I am officially living in Gainesville! I know I've neglected to blog as of late, but I've been beyond busy packing and moving! I promise that as soon as all is settles, I will be back to my witty, sarcastic ways!

Love you all!


Monday, July 26, 2010

The Journey's End

Greetings, friends!
I'm just posting a short update to let everyone know that I've officially made it back to Florida from the amazing Golden Coast/Wild Rivers Coast of California/Oregon! It was absolutely amazing and despite a few traveling delays and issues (which I will be sure to elaborate on tomorrow) all was well! I'm going to go attempt to sleep now - that shouldn't be too hard even with the jet lag and time zone differences!

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Please, just lie to me!

I'm a bitch, I'm a lover. I'm a child, I'm a mother. I'm a sinner, I'm a saint. I do not feel ashamed. I'm your hell, I'm your dream. I'm nothing in between. You know you wouldn't want it any other way. - Meredith Brooks

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Waiting For That Day...

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. - Anais Nin

What a powerful quote this is in my life as of late. How painful and self-abusive is it to remain to tight in this bud (or closet) even when it started as a refuge. Just something to think about, for sure.

As my time here in California is coming to a bitter-sweet end, I am attempting to prepare myself mentally and emotionally for the rough journey ahead. Between moving, getting a job, and starting school there are so many changes taking place - all in a very difficult place in life. Please keep me in your thoughts and prayers as I get ready for the trials and obstacles in the near future.

So today was a very nice day, indeed. I greatly enjoyed my last day out on the Smith River - it is so peaceful and enjoyable. I had a much needed conversation with a dear friend (much like a mother figure) today - thank you Roxanne. To put in words how much it means having someone to vent to and truly let out stress and emotions that have been shoved in such a fragile heart for quite some time is a difficult thing to attempt. Thank you for that, crazy lady. I can't wait to get some of your Hot Chocolate to take home!

Day 8:


Dearest internet friend - you're so freaking crazy! I love you to death, though I wish you'd figure yourself out. I enjoy being able to rant to you, though I wonder if you really ever read the rants that I type in mass quantities. I'm glad we've developed our friendship and I'm so glad you put up with my bullshit... but I put up with an equal amount from you. Thanks for everything, hun. Stay crazy, just not too crazy (I wonder at times, it's true!)

Love ya kid...


Well, my friends... until next time: Be kind to yourself and others!

This above all: to thine own self be true.

Friday, July 23, 2010

Ego-Boosting Bullcrap...

So on another social networking website of mine, I took a test to see exactly how literate I am concerning the most commonly confused and mixed-up words. Below are my results:

Your result for The Commonly Confused Words Test...


You scored 100% Beginner, 100% Intermediate, 93% Advanced, and 73% Expert!

You have an extremely good understanding of beginner, intermediate, and advanced level commonly confused English words, getting at least 75% of each of these three levels' questions correct. This is an exceptional score. Remember, these are commonly confused English words, which means most people don't use them properly. You got an extremely respectable score.

Thank you so much for taking my test. I hope you enjoyed it!

For the complete Answer Key, visit my blog:

I was way too happy!

Let's Get Real for a Minute...

Okay, I know that my posts are usually light-hearted or satirical but I believe that it is time to get real. Tonight I watched a movie called "Prayers for Bobby" for the first time. If you've watched it, you could only imagine the mood that I'm in at the moment. Below this are the links to all parts of the movie in its entirety. I ask that, even if you've seen it, to watch it. Watch it and feel it, put yourself in the shoes of the young man, Bobby.

I shouldn't be so open online, but let me get a little more real:

There is more in common between Bobby and I than I like to ever talk about. Many times have I almost followed Bobby - don't think I've not contemplated suicide at some point in my past. All of my life I've been told that homosexuality is a disease, that it's an abomination, etc. How do you think that I could possibly feel as a person, as a Christian, about this news? On more occasions than one have I been so close to giving my life up simply because it is so much fucking easier to not even exist that it is to have to put up with the bullshit that is bigotry.

Even more recently, with everything coming to the surface, I've contemplated it again. No, it's not something I will do - so no need to run to a therapits. But this is real. The pain of knowing that my own family will more than likely reject me simply because I am gay is nearly unbearable. Countless nights have passed that I've spent hours crying, weeping even, hoping to change - to be healed... not even knowing that nothing was wrong. Thinking that something worse than homosexuality was wrong with me because I couldn't change! I've spent far too many days, weeks, months in depression thinking that I was damned. Please note how real this feeling is - you don't understand what I'm talking about, I am certain, becasue you have no fucking clue what it is like to be so different and so wrong and so hated...

I simply ask.. beg you to watch this movie. It is in 8 parts, all about 10 minutes or so on Youtube. It is worth your time - I promise. Watch it, embrace it. Cry as I have cried. Understand as much as possible what is feels like - and understand how close I have become (along with hundreds and thousands of others) to being a "Bobby".

Part 1 of 8: om/watch?v=yfNvJ5NQe O0

Part 2 of 8: om/watch?v=SuHyun2wC 94

Part 3 of 8: om/watch?v=40AEPSXRN -M

Part 4 of 8: om/watch?v=bKoNjGufU co

Part 5 of 8: om/watch?v=gt8uuKd2x tk

Part 6 of 8: om/watch?v=w5QgKWMqQ 3E

Part 7 of 8: om/watch?v=VJ1AcNH81 vc

Part 8 of 8: om/watch?v=FHjvrC2Gd ks

Thursday, July 22, 2010

You're A Loser Now...


We Belong Together: Like Liz Taylor and Men

Sometimes I wonder why we subject ourselves to relationships and crushes that are seemingly unobtainable yet have some iota of hope - they are all so masochistic and inevitably end up leaving nothing but a heart shattered. At least this is the case for me; I always seem to allow my heart to fall for someone that, even though it seems that a relationship will blossom, is an unrealistic significant other.

Are there really leagues and if so, what league do I fall in? What is "out of my league" and what kind of guy falls into that category? Are all of the guys that I fall for qualify as such? These are the questions that wreak havoc in my mind on a daily basis.

Why do I love the idea of love so damn much? Why are we born with some predisposition for such a lethal emotion? Is it for everyone or just select "elite" group. Suppose it's not for the faint of heart? Oh well, one shouldn't dwell on such a depressing topic for long, so I'm going to move along.

Well, today was a great day! I met up with one of my long lost friends that I met several years ago, the last time I ventured to California. That was a nice reunion, indeed.

Day 7 (or 6... whatever)

Dear [insert ex-boyfriend's name here],

I miss you so much. I think about you often, as stupid as I was to fall in love with you. And to think that I actually shared something far too special to have wasted it on you. Fuck you. That's really about all I have to say. Maybe. I loved you and probably still do. I compare every guy I meet to you. You told me that you loved me yet you were in love with your other boyfriend, right? The one that you were fucking that night when you called me and you were shit-faced to tell me that it wouldn't work out becuase you were screwing him at that very moment. You even let him speak to me while you two were "in the act." You bitch. I hate you - yet I love you. Why? Why do I let myself love you. Probably because I've had about 9 Smifnoff Ices and two glasses of wine and I'm crying, singing Loretta Lynn (don't judge me, damn it!)

Anyway, I'm done wasting thoughts on you, bitch. Hope you have a nice life.

I loved you,


Till next time:

Be kind to yourself and others.

This above all: to thine own self be true.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

If Homosexuality Was A Disease...

If Homosexuality is a disease then let's call in "queer" to work: "Hello. Nope, can't work today. Still queer." - Robin Tyler

That's frustrates me - the epitome of southern mentality is that homosexuality is a disease. Are you freaking kidding me? So there is no way possible that I was born with some sort of predisposition, that a chemical imbalance or a lack of sufficient hormones couldn't have caused me to be attracted to men? Better yet, you don't think that I could have been made this way?

No. The dumbass, shallow-minded bigots like to assume that I'm disease-laden and that I must seek immediate help in order to turn from this shameful lifestyle. Don't you believe that I've tried to be "straight" - simply out of fear, not because I truly wanted to do so. I am happy with the person that I am and if you can't be happy with who I am, then I don't need you.

Another statement that sends me into an absolute rage is that I will contract AIDS simply because I am gay. Fuck you, mister shallow-minded bastard. AIDS is more common amongst middle age women at the present and I am not some sort of slut. Just because the stereotypical "gay scene" is some sort of fuckfest at a gay club, doesn't mean that I fall into that category. I still have my faith, my morals, and my standards (not implying that anyone else's standards are low/immoral) and I am safe. Yes, I've been tested to gain a sense of security. Yes, I've had sex... get over it. I was in a commited relationship for a decent amount of time and there was sexual intercorse. Both me and my partner submitted to an HIV/AIDS test to ensure to one another that we were safe and clean. Further protective measures were still made (aka: a condom was worn.)

I'm sure you could care less about all of this, but my point is that I'm not disease-ridden, I'm not going to die of aids simply because I'm gay, and I'm not some shameful person that deserves to be shunned from society simply because of my orientation.

Yes, I am gay... but I have a decent singing voice.
Yes, I am gay... but I'm a great photographer.
Yes, I am gay... but I'm very artistic.
Yes, I am gay... but I'm a fantastic writer.
Yes, I am gay... but I'm a wonderful friend.
Yes, I am gay... but I'm intelligent.
Yes, I am gay... but I'm successful and determined.
Yes, I am gay... but I'm still me; I am Chris.

Being gay isn't all of who I am. It's a small component that makes up "Chris." There are many other aspects of who I am and I don't want to be defined solely by my sexual orientation.

Don't introduce me as "Chris, your gay friend." Maybe introduce me as "Chris, your friend who wants to be a journalist."

Don't continue to point out that I'm gay. Trust me, I know that I'm gay.

When you look at me, look at me as "Chris." Nothing else should matter.

Okay, enough ranting for one afternoon. I just ask and pray that all of you please consider what I've had to say. This doesn't just apply to me, I assure you. Most gay guys would agree that being identified simply as "gay" is hurtful. Think about it before you do it. Please.

Be kind to yourself and others.

This above all: to thine own self be true.

The Grass is Always Greener Over the Septic Tank.

I believe that Erma Bombeck said it most accurately with that statement. Where there is the most shit in life you can find the most growth. Interesting. Stay tuned for my next post titled "If Homosexuality is a Disease..."

Moving on! So today I was listening to the most amazing comedian, Kathy Griffin (my dream celebrity fag-hag), and really enjoyed listening to her blast celebrities. I've been beyond frustrated lately and hearing someone talk shit about people who are always in the spotlight was nice - I was living vicariously through her. If you get the chance, do listen to Kathy (disclaimer: she is crude, rude, and foul. She's a keeper!) I've not laughed that hard in quite some time.

Oh, and I want this shirt so fu--king bad:

I love the older lady - she's hilarious! This is so true though, buy the shirt, contribute, share the video!

Oh, and my letter for today...

Day 6:

Dear Stranger,
Hi. Erm... this is awkard. How are you?
Oh, look! I have to go!


Okay, so I've not put much thought into blogging lately, but I've been very busy out here in California. Also, my wit and voice has been absent lately. Where the hell is Waldo? I know. No worries, friends. I will be back to normal shortly, I just have to have a moment to sit down and focus. Oh, I found some dirt on Glee (Season two) - and I have to rant to you about my new love for Big Brother, thanks to my friend Ty! Love ya kid!

Stay classy, stay sexy, and until next time...
Be kind to yourself and others!

This above all: to thine own self be true.

Just Kidding...

So I've gone three days without posting anything! As I sit here, Root Beer float in hand, (2:00am mind you) I'm thinking that I'm not going to post anything until tomorrow... aside from this random update. There are a few things that I'm excited to talk about with everyone and another project to work on along with my "Letters" project. We'll see how it goes. Oh, and I have a great story to tell from California. You just wait!

Till then, be kind to yourself and others.

Love you all!

Saturday, July 17, 2010

An refert, ubi et in qua arrigas?


So on Thursday when I said that I would post my next update "tomorrow", I really meant "Saturday"... I'm a college student, I'm prone to procrastination - back off!

Is it just me or am I being hyper-punctual today? I'm not sure if that's even a word, but since I seem to be defunct tonight. I don't know what's wrong with me.

*awkward silence*

Damn, two in a row, I'm getting good with this whole "awkward moment" thing. So I suppose that it's time for me to come off of a confession or three, huh? You're all in luck because my confession today is:

Confession: I tend to take on projects and ideas and never complete them. This is a horrible habbit/flaw that I wish I didn't have. Damn it! I've sort of lost interest in this whole "flaw" thing, though, because I'm done throwing my pity party and I'm out of that slump of depression. So I hereby deem that project over. I don't need to sit here and pick apart my character for fortunes and flaws. It can be destructive, especially when I find more flaws than anything else. Maybe I'm just a bitch to myself, eh?


Day Three:

Dear Mom and Dad,

I'm gay.


Day Four:

Dear Leslie,

Thank you for being such an awesome sister. I miss you like crazy because you just had to move to NC as soon as you turned 18, but that's okay. I don't blame you, so I definitely forgive you! Thank you for being so supportive of me, I don't get that too often from family. You have two amazingly awesome kids and you are a great mother. I know that time are rough and that there is so much shit going on, but keep your head up, girl. The best is yet to come! I love you and the kids!



Day Five:

Dear Dreams,

Why has it taken me so long to finally stop listening to the shallow minded idiots that tell me that you are unobtainable? Thankfully I have crazy friends like Sarah that tell me to go after my dreams and help me to realize that if I don't, I could be absolutely miserable! So, my dreams, stay there, I'm coming for you! Love you!

So I suppose that is the end of my boring, monotonous, mindless bullshit for today. One day, I promise, this will be something that you will be absolutely stoked (yes, stoked) to read! Maybe. Probably not. Epic fail.

Be kind to yourself and others.

This above all: To thine own self be true.

Friday, July 16, 2010


Yes, my beloved followers, I'm aware that I have made several grammatical errors (and I few spelling errors as well). I'm tired, slightly tipsy, and in an "eff it" mood at the moment. Thanks, loves!

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Dum spiro spero.

"While I breathe, I hope" - Cicero

Hell no, girlfriend! What the...

Okay, so i was beyond crushed when I saw special on the Discovery Channel about the birds that were always thought to be manogamous. For the longest time I've absolutely adored penguins (not so much the Dove, or other "monogamous" birds) and have always wanted to (jokingly - being the hopeless romantic that I am) ask a guy to be my "penguin". Stupid, I know, but don't hate.

Well, it seems as if these wonderfully faithful birds are doing their fair share of "getting busy." After doing several DNA tests, amongst other test, on several species of penguins, it has been found that "while daddy is away, momma likes to play." Several, if not most of the penguins did not belong to the "paternal penguin." This was absolutely devastating for me; it's like I've been lied to my entire life. What the hell, man. Seriously, people.

Interestingly enough, I also saw a special on the Tyra Show that mentioned that 1 in ever 10 people (roughly) have no idea who their biological father is. True, they are fairly certain that they know, even if it is the man you've called father all along. It has been proven that women are most likely to step outside of a marriage while "in heat" (for lack of a better primative phrase) and tends to have a more intense orgasm while having extra-marital sex. This increases the chances of conception. I find this disturbing, although in some strange way I'm not suprised. Don't be fooled, but women (and men alike) are just as sexual and animalistic (ish?) as the life around us.

*Awkard Silence*

Since I can find no suitable transition from something so distubring, I suppose simply moving on must do for now.

As for now, I must find comfort in my bed, beneath my covers, with my head restinng on a pillow. I know I've neglected to comply with the projects that I'm working on, but tomorrow I shall post my confession, fortune, and letter for both today and tomorrow. Be kind to yourself and others. Stay fabulous!

This above all: To thine own self be true.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Shake Ya Tailfeather...

Well this has been an interesting day to say the least. I'm sort of upset at the moment because my coloring skills aren't what I thought they were. I mean, when I color something it looks nice but I keep trying to blend colors and make things look realistic... maybe that's just not possible with a Disney Princess coloring book. I've also been trying to do a lot of writing lately and that just doesn't seem to be coming together like I'd hoped. Oh well. What can one do?

Anyways... moving on from that mindless banter; what's up with everyone lately? Is it just me or is everyone seemingly in some sort of mood lately? Everyone seems a little aggravated and slighly pissy. Or maybe it's just me - I'm so pissy and aggrivated that I'm projecting it onto everyone around me. I'm not sure. I also feel like I'm in the way. I'm at my aunt's for a few weeks in California and I just feel in the way. That's not a good feeling. No, it's not.

Confesion: I put myself down all the time. I always try to find something wrong with myself - kind of like this whole project that I'm doing. How crazy is it? Well... if you really knew me you would know that I actually think a lot more of myself than I let on to believe. I just fear that everyone else disagrees with me so when I'm around people I put myself down that way anything that they say wouldn't come as a disappointment or bring me down... which only brings me down more. I'm pretty twisted, I know. Thanks for pointing that out.

Fortune: I have strikingly beautiful eyes. I love them; they are absolutely amazing. They vary in color however, from a slate grey to a crystal-like blue. They're one of a kind and they're mine!

Oh! I'm cutting the whole project about writing something about one person each day... instead I'm taking on this new project that I found. I'm using my message to Sarah yesterday to compensate for "Day 1" - because she's the bff - and I will move on to "Day 2".


Day 1 — Your Best Friend

Day 2 — Your Crush

Day 3 — Your parents

Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)

Day 5 — Your dreams

Day 6 — A stranger

Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush

Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend

Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet

Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to

Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to

Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain

Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you

Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from

Day 15 — The person you miss the most

Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country

Day 17 — Someone from your childhood

Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be

Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad

Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest

Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression

Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to

Day 23 — The last person you kissed

Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory

Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times

Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to

Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day

Day 28 — Someone that changed your life

Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to

Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror

Day 2 — Your Crush:

Dear "he who must not be named"...
I'm not quite sure where to begin, really. Do you even know I exist? I mean, I'm aware you know I exist because we talk with some regularity, but do I exist as more than a contact in your phone that you respond to out of some sort of obligation? I doubt it. I like you so much and you are so freaking adorable... but I'm sure nothing will ever materialize. So, sexy man, this is for you.

Mister Chris™

This above all: To thine own self be true.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

If you really knew me...

This whole project is seemingly becoming more difficult with each day. Am i discovering truths about myself that I had neglected to see or attempted to hide beneath a bubbly facade? What the hell, this was supposed to be fun and self-discovering... but I suppose in some masochistic way it really is. This definitely allows me to deconstruct my personality/character and provides a foundation on which to rebuild.

Oh, damn! New idea: each day of this project, I will provde one flaw and one fortune about all that is "Chris" that way I can oust the bad and bring forth the things about me that I truly like. This might help combat the whole "depression" thing and would allow me to really analyze my character and become a better person... or something?!?

Hey, I'm just some sort of genius today. I think that I will also pick a person each day that I know and will comment on one thing that I admire about them. Awesome idea, I know. Thanks, I thought so too! Who knows, maybe all of this crap will start some crazy revolution where people go around analyzing themselves and getting to know who they truly are before they go around criticizing someone else's character flaws. It may not supress world hunger or find a cure for diseases like cancer or AIDS, but it's some start, right? C'mon, at least give me brownie points or something.

With no further ado, I introduce to you "Confession #3"...

Confession #3: If you really knew me, you would know that I'm not the best at keeping secrets. If you have something to confide in me and it is seriously "reputation-ruining" or truly something important and personal, then it is something that will never leave me. But for some reason whenever I am told something that no one else knows, I am compelled to tell them so that I feel like some sort of "know-it-all"... Sick, I know. This is something that I've been struggling with for a long time and I'm finally getting my tongue under control. Thankfully I've not seriously injured friendships with this flaw, but I know that I have definitely caused a few speed bumps along the way. No one wants to be friends with someone who has loose lips, and I am so thankful that I have amazing friends that I know I can confide in if need be.

Fortune #1: Without being conceited, I will say that I truly like that I am mature for my age. I know how to be extremely mature but I'm not totally lame. I know when I can have fun and "let loose", but I also know how to snap out of it. There have been times when people have assumed that I was much older than I actually am simply because of my level of maturity. Laugh if you want, it's the truth.

Person of the day: Sarah L. Green, where to start, hun? This girl is great, not only that but she's Green! You can't get any more amazing than that, I must say! Honestly, though, she's put up with the most shit from me. From 9th grade until now we have gone through so many different roller coaster and I truly admire her willingness to forgive me every time I've done something worthy of being catapulted from the fortress of "Sarah". She doesn't allow people back in often, so when she does it's something that should be cherished forever. I love you, Sarah! You're the bestest.

Well, I guess that concludes my ramblings for now. I'm sure I'll hear something hilarious or find something noteworthy on E! later tonight.

This above all: To thine own self be true.

Monday, July 12, 2010

Google Me, Please!

Is it just me or does Google's in-the-works social networking site cause your mind to make scum angels in the gutter that is "sexual innuendo"? "Google Me" is going to be the next big rival in the social networking realm. Oh, goody. Something else to occupy hours upon hours of our day. Why are we so devoured by technology and sites like Facebook? Oh, speaking of facebook, Google will be taking the makers of the Zynga games (Farmtown, Farmville, Mafia Wars, etc) with them. They will no longer be on Facebook but on this new "booty call", Google Me. Oh, damn.

So you mean I'll have to copy and paste all of my information and shit from one site to another? Why. Why must we always convert to the newest thing out there? I've yet to convert to Blue Ray, I'm slowly converting to my iPod from CD's... I'll be damned if I'm going to convert to Google Me. Geez, people. Now, I'm sure that I'll find some reason to open an account, so don't mark my words.

Well in other news, the Octopus that predicted the outcome of 8 matches during the world cup decided to retire today. There's a shocker.

Until tomorrow - be kind to yourself and others.

Confessions: Pt. 2

Damn. I can already sense that this little project will be a difficult one for me because I will be allowing everyone to know the things that I don't even like to think are qualities that I posess.

Confession #2: I'm far too emotional. Yes, I'm emo - just not in the stereotypical "gothic/screamo/doom&gloom" sense of the word. I can go from "sweet to bitch" in a matter of seconds. I am beyond sensitive and I tend to get a little pissy and hang on to every last word that someone says which is totally destructive becuase, although a person's intentions weren't to offend or hurt, I will find a way to make it do so. Maybe I'm bi-polar? Who knows, but this is definitely a huge flaw of mine and though I don't like to admit it, it is what drives a lot of people away from me. No one wants to be around a pathetic, whinning bitch all the time.

Heh. Maybe this whole "dissecting the soul of Chris" thing isn't the best idea. We shall see! More to come, I assure you.

This above all else: To thine own self be true.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

These Are My Confessions...

I think that I've schemed some new idea of a daily blog. Every day I will delve into my soul and uncover one truth (or confession) about my life, my personality, and possibly reveal the "Chris" that I seem to attempt to hide from the world.

Confession #1: I am an attention whore. I tend to do whatever possible to obtain attention, whether it is obtained from being loud and in the center of attention or by being the "drama queen" and standoff-ish. From using an elaborate and sophisticated vocabulary or acting a total ass, I enjoy attention.

Am I proud of this? Not at all. Anything that may make me seem like a bitch is not something that I would ever be proud of and is something that I will work on changing.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Defy Gravity!

I'm through accepting limits 'cause someone says they're so! Some things I cannot change, but 'till I try I'll never know! Oh how true these lyrics from Wicked's "Defying Gravity" are in my life. We can't let someone else's limitations and goals define our own. That has been on my mind so much lately as I've decided to follow my dreams and go after a degree in journalism; a career that is risky and challenging,but dreams are meant to be big so that you can grow into them. I've always felt like everyone had put limitations on my ability and I know that I have the potential to become the absolute best at anything that I attempt.

You know what I need to do? I need to write more because my voice is lacking. I've noticed that over the last three or four days. I don't see my narative vocie, my overall snarky and sarcastic attitude in anything that I've been writing. This is a problem, damn it.

I'll be back!

This above all else: to thine own self be true.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

According to You...

I've yet to understand why someone would subject themself to an abusive relationship whenever it's obviously mentally and emotionally unhealthy. Eh, things I shall never comprehend, I suppose.

Okay, moving on from my rant this evening, I've decided that it would be a good idea to use my blog to begin some sort of foundation in journalism - being my field of study and all. I'm thinking news/entertainment, design/fashion, and criticism (movies, plays, books, etc.) would be a great foundational basis on which I can begin some form of journalism. We shall see how it all comes together.

In other news, there was an earthquake in California yesterday however I was not anywhere near the epicenter and felt no sort of shock wave from the quake. No worries, my loves, all is well here in Crescent City. Off to cook dinner and to scale to Vista Pointe to watch the sun set over the Pacific! Love you all!

This above all else: To Thine Own Self Be True.
- Shakespeare

California Boys: They're Unforgettable!

As much as Katy Perry fancies singing about "California Girls" while she runs through her twisted fantasy of Candy Land (ft. Snoop Dogg), I've found a much more appealing source of eye-candy on the west coast. Granted, I'm too far north for the "surfer boy" look (save Austin, the cashier in SafeWay), it seems as if there is a whole new gene pool out here. I've always been surrounded by the "small town" shallow (and much imbred) gene pool that is Starke, Florida. I will admit that it is nice not seeing every guy in a huge truck, jacked up with tires the size of my VW Passat and some sort of racist, sexist, or southern saying on the rear window.

Oi Vey! Enough of mindless ranting, I suppose. I've officialy decided on a major - I'm finally following my dreams! I will major in Journalism (possibly double major in English) with a double minor in Education and Communication. I do believe that this will encompass all of my passions and will provide for a "fall-back" career option (teaching) that I will love just as much as journalism. Now for the tough decision: do I chose Photojournalism (passion), Design/Fashion Journalism (passion), or Entertainment/News Journalism (passion)? All three are very dear to me and I'm just not sure which I would do. I suppose that Fashion/Design would give way to Entertainment/News Journalism, what with red carpet events and all. And who says that I can't incorporate photography and photojournalism into all of this?

Well, I'm off to scale the Redwood Nat'l Forest or to walk along the harbor and watch the California Sea Lions bark their way into oblivion again. Perhaps I'll have something more interesting to rant and rave about later.

This above all else: To thine own self be true.