Imma start off by saying, with this post, I think I may prove to my readers that I truly am NOT a typical female...
There are SO many things that frustrate me when it comes to females. I know plenty of them...but associate myself with very few. Here are a few frustrations....
1) DRAMA: Sometimes I think we start arguments with our boyfriends/husbands JUST to argue. Sorry, but that's drama and it's unnecessary. I don't know how many conversations I have had with some of my guy friends who tell the stupidest arguments they and their girlfriends have. She got mad cause I didn't tell her I was going to play basketball...she got mad cause I didn't say good morning...she got mad cause I left the toilet seat up...omg...C'MON...seriously? Is it that hard to just let things go? Do you NEED to know where he is every second of the day? Why does he have to say good morning? It's not a crime to leave the toilet seat up! Don't you look down before you sit on the seat? It's probably why relationships don't last long...because of arguments over stupid crap like that.
2) GETTING READY: Is it REALLY necessary to take 2 hours + to get ready? I could understand if it was your wedding day...obviously there's a lot of fabric to lift and shift to go to the potty etc. etc. But really, throw on clothes, brush the hair, shower. BAM...25 minutes tops. Trying on hundreds of outfits before choosing? Unnecessary.
3) LOOKIN' LIKE A STAR BUT YOU BROKE: It goes for all races...females that walk into a grocery store with the latest purse, hair done, mani and pedi, designer shoes and clothes...driving away in a Jaguar....on EBT with $700 left on it. Really?...where are the investigators when you need them...this by far frustrates me the most.
Stepping away for a sec...I was bagging an order for a lady with a nice expensive purse...maybe some shoes and a nice jacket to go with it...not recalling at the moment...anyways, the cashier said "How will you be paying?" The lady said, "Free."..........................................Next subject...#)@*$*#^%*)
4) MAKE UP: Let me start off by saying...some females do pull it off...they are gorgeous; however, if God wanted you to put on make up, you would've been born with it on...some may argue you would've been born with clothes on too if God wanted you to wear them...but that's beside the point. In my eyes, no woman needs make up..you are who you are...live with it. Don't hide behind the make up...some look like a hot mess with all the make up on...omg. Can't stand make up....there's just something about putting whale blubber on my lips that seems wrong....
I think that's all I have for now...what made me think of this topic? Travel to Raleigh and you'll know... :-)
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
You're cut off
So there's this show that's on VH1 and it's called "You're cut off". Basically, some rich chicks move to some cottage and they don't have any of their money, cars, clothes, etc. When they first arrived, they had probably 5 bags each...they had to condense all of their crap into one small bag. You should've seen them...with their nails done and 12 pairs of shoes...they were pissed. Ultimately, their parents cut them off from all of their luxuries that they pay for and they going through 'rich girl rehab'. It's HILARIOUS at times, but hopefully these chicks get the ultimate reality check.
Could you imagine how different our lives would be...first off if we were rich..ha! But if you cut yourself off from all your luxuries for even a week?! Their rehab program is 2 months (I believe), but imagine...no cell..NO FACEBOOK (whaaat?)...no car...no email...instead, you'd have to send a letter, walk to the grocery store, and actually visit someone, instead of webcams. We've become so dependent on machines, it's ridiculous. At times, I just imagine what life would be like if everything shut off.
I think in a way, it'd be fun to just chill with people without cell phones, computers, cars and just play board games, talk (everyone knows I'd LOVE this...ha) and bond without all the electronic crap.
So nonetheless, I think it'd be a great reality check for recent generations to not rely on computers so much...actually learn how to do a math problem the long way and THEN use a calculator.
Sorry (I think) that it's so short, but my little venting for the night...hopefully I fulfilled your literature reading for the day :-) Work in the am...holler
Could you imagine how different our lives would be...first off if we were rich..ha! But if you cut yourself off from all your luxuries for even a week?! Their rehab program is 2 months (I believe), but imagine...no cell..NO FACEBOOK (whaaat?)...no car...no email...instead, you'd have to send a letter, walk to the grocery store, and actually visit someone, instead of webcams. We've become so dependent on machines, it's ridiculous. At times, I just imagine what life would be like if everything shut off.
I think in a way, it'd be fun to just chill with people without cell phones, computers, cars and just play board games, talk (everyone knows I'd LOVE this...ha) and bond without all the electronic crap.
So nonetheless, I think it'd be a great reality check for recent generations to not rely on computers so much...actually learn how to do a math problem the long way and THEN use a calculator.
Sorry (I think) that it's so short, but my little venting for the night...hopefully I fulfilled your literature reading for the day :-) Work in the am...holler
Friday, February 4, 2011
Odds n' ends...and Logan
Tonight I was going to be all girly and talk about love...my frustrations and excitement about it, but I'm gunna ponder on it a little more for a few days (also when I'm not as tired as I am now), so I guess for the males out there...you get a pass for the night.
Again, being tired, no fun pictures, but I'll make it up to y'all soon :-)
You know what I did kind of revisit today...and might I mention it was a surprise it occurred to me again, but I believe I'm too nice. Now, to ease some minds, this has nothing to do with my job...I feel like I am well respect there and love the people I work with. With that being said, it's in the rest of my life. Stepping out of my way to help others is second nature to me, but I am realizing there is the thin line of being taken advantage of. I do realize I need to learn to say no and to become a...well, adult? Not sure if that's the right word, but we'll go with that since half of my brain is up. I tend to smile and laugh so much, because it's who I am, but also I feel like I am not taken seriously some times...so, (and no I'm not going full throttle biatch) I think changes are necessary. I guarantee however, that it'll be small changes no one will even know ;-)...but I will.
Am I intimidating? I don't feel like I am, but I was told that I was today...ummm....what?
So, I have a quote book that I started when my friend from high school, Logan, died. he was my right hand man when it came to deep convos...the two of us would go all night talking until one of us would literally fall asleep. We started looking up quotes and saved those that would make us think and we'd talk about them for hours (nerds, yes, I know). My book has about 15 pages full of quotes, but my last entry was in September. In a way, I feel like I am losing touch with Logan as that's how I stay connected with him. I could honestly go for hours searching for the best quotes and selecting which would make it to my book. As another goal of mine this year, I want to complete my first book...but by that I mean having 'me' time. As most of you know I am constantly moving...always doing something. My me time is sleeping at this point, and to me that's an issue. So I want to try and search for a few quotes each day and complete it.
Straying from my quote book...Logan was an odd fellow. We were in the same middle school and knew of each other, but didn't talk until 9th grade. We had Earth Science (gag) together and we had assigned seats, but our teacher would have us pick a number out of a hat and you get how it worked. Anyways, it changed every 9 weeks and the second nine weeks I picked #1 and Logan picked #2...thus a friendship started. We found out we both were obsessed with the movie Aladdin and we LOVED to draw. During boring lectures, we'd listen to Aladdin songs on his mp3 and doddle . When the end of the 9 weeks were up, we were a little bummed we weren't gunna sit next to each other anymore. We drew numbers and oddly enough I drew #1 and Logan....#2. We remained tight until senior year...havin deep convos, hangin out, etc.
As college started a small group of us decided we should have little reunions when we came back on breaks to catch up. It was spring semester and we were all coming back for break and our reunion was scheduled for Thursday at CiCi's. I talked to Logan the Wednesday before (he went to an art college in GA) to make sure he was still coming...everything was set up, but he asked to switch it to Friday so he'd be sure to come. We sent some texts and Friday it was...the last thing he said to me was "Thanks, Nina. You're the best"...he died Thursday March 13, 2008.
I got the call in the morning when my best friend at the time called and said "Did you hear about Logan?" I said Logan who? He said "Your Logan..." I said no what? He proceeded to tell me he was in a car accident right outside of VA. I sat down, in the doorway of my room...shocked...confused...motionless for what seemed like hours. I couldn't get up...I didn't even want to.
Needless to say our reunion didn't happen...the memorial was set for that Sunday, the day I had to go back to school. I went....bawled the hardest I had bawled ever. That week, I was almost mute...I shut down and didn't want anyone in.
It got better to deal with until his birthday, April 22, came along. He would NEVER let me forget every year that he was exactly 12 days older than me. Every year around this time (Feb-May), I start to miss his quirky ways (he wore an actual fork as a bracelet), and art. I don't cry as much...more so, pray and tell him to send signs. His song was "Don't Stop Believin'" and it's always a sign to me when it comes on the radio.
Losing a close friend definitely changes your life forever...and I'm a truly luck to have had such a friend like Logan.
Rest in Peace my friend <3
Again, being tired, no fun pictures, but I'll make it up to y'all soon :-)
You know what I did kind of revisit today...and might I mention it was a surprise it occurred to me again, but I believe I'm too nice. Now, to ease some minds, this has nothing to do with my job...I feel like I am well respect there and love the people I work with. With that being said, it's in the rest of my life. Stepping out of my way to help others is second nature to me, but I am realizing there is the thin line of being taken advantage of. I do realize I need to learn to say no and to become a...well, adult? Not sure if that's the right word, but we'll go with that since half of my brain is up. I tend to smile and laugh so much, because it's who I am, but also I feel like I am not taken seriously some times...so, (and no I'm not going full throttle biatch) I think changes are necessary. I guarantee however, that it'll be small changes no one will even know ;-)...but I will.
Am I intimidating? I don't feel like I am, but I was told that I was today...ummm....what?
So, I have a quote book that I started when my friend from high school, Logan, died. he was my right hand man when it came to deep convos...the two of us would go all night talking until one of us would literally fall asleep. We started looking up quotes and saved those that would make us think and we'd talk about them for hours (nerds, yes, I know). My book has about 15 pages full of quotes, but my last entry was in September. In a way, I feel like I am losing touch with Logan as that's how I stay connected with him. I could honestly go for hours searching for the best quotes and selecting which would make it to my book. As another goal of mine this year, I want to complete my first book...but by that I mean having 'me' time. As most of you know I am constantly moving...always doing something. My me time is sleeping at this point, and to me that's an issue. So I want to try and search for a few quotes each day and complete it.
Straying from my quote book...Logan was an odd fellow. We were in the same middle school and knew of each other, but didn't talk until 9th grade. We had Earth Science (gag) together and we had assigned seats, but our teacher would have us pick a number out of a hat and you get how it worked. Anyways, it changed every 9 weeks and the second nine weeks I picked #1 and Logan picked #2...thus a friendship started. We found out we both were obsessed with the movie Aladdin and we LOVED to draw. During boring lectures, we'd listen to Aladdin songs on his mp3 and doddle . When the end of the 9 weeks were up, we were a little bummed we weren't gunna sit next to each other anymore. We drew numbers and oddly enough I drew #1 and Logan....#2. We remained tight until senior year...havin deep convos, hangin out, etc.
As college started a small group of us decided we should have little reunions when we came back on breaks to catch up. It was spring semester and we were all coming back for break and our reunion was scheduled for Thursday at CiCi's. I talked to Logan the Wednesday before (he went to an art college in GA) to make sure he was still coming...everything was set up, but he asked to switch it to Friday so he'd be sure to come. We sent some texts and Friday it was...the last thing he said to me was "Thanks, Nina. You're the best"...he died Thursday March 13, 2008.
I got the call in the morning when my best friend at the time called and said "Did you hear about Logan?" I said Logan who? He said "Your Logan..." I said no what? He proceeded to tell me he was in a car accident right outside of VA. I sat down, in the doorway of my room...shocked...confused...motionless for what seemed like hours. I couldn't get up...I didn't even want to.
Needless to say our reunion didn't happen...the memorial was set for that Sunday, the day I had to go back to school. I went....bawled the hardest I had bawled ever. That week, I was almost mute...I shut down and didn't want anyone in.
It got better to deal with until his birthday, April 22, came along. He would NEVER let me forget every year that he was exactly 12 days older than me. Every year around this time (Feb-May), I start to miss his quirky ways (he wore an actual fork as a bracelet), and art. I don't cry as much...more so, pray and tell him to send signs. His song was "Don't Stop Believin'" and it's always a sign to me when it comes on the radio.
Losing a close friend definitely changes your life forever...and I'm a truly luck to have had such a friend like Logan.
Rest in Peace my friend <3
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Not So Typical Day
So, here's my side note: This will not be for the sensitive reader, nor the sensitive stomach reader. My day was far from a typical day in Nina world. So brace yourself, as what I'm about to describe may not be so pleasant.
Today I went in to take a Pharmacology quiz about parental ways to take drugs (LEGAL ones) at noon. So I walk into the school and call my professor to say that I was at school. He proceeds to tell me he's in the autopsy room...come and watch. Ummmm....WHAT? I didn't sign up for that!
So I said ummm...and he said where are you? Well we met up and he said he'd be done at one so I told him I'd go study for a while until 1.
I started to leave then said, noooo I'll wait till 1:05...so I did..ha. And went to knock on the door and to my surprise, a student opens the door and I'm greeted by the lovely smell of formaldehyde...now let me side track for a sec...
Formaldehyde is a preservative to um...keep organs and such fresh after the animal or whatever passes. I've experienced it when I dissected the frog (twice), cat, and fetal pig...each time, I had to step out cause of the smell. Don't even ask me what it smells like, cause I can't even describe it except...it smells like death.
Now, here I am in the door and everyone is telling me to come in and look...soo what do I do? I go in (mind you I am NOT one to give in to peer pressure...ever.) I must say though, it was quite an experience.
(NO this is not what it looked like) I came in just in time to see the skull opened and the brain in a silver bowl. Everyone told me the brain was heavy and it looks like all the pictures of brains you've seen...squishy and slimy. Anyways, you could see all the of lobes, nerves, fat, etc. perfectly...you could even see the spinal cord in the skull. It was quite an experience. We were going over how you could get shot in the head and survive and where would be the better spots, I guess.
You could also see the female's shoulders peeking out of the blanket and it looked fake...every looked completely fake until the juices...ha. He was explaining something and I felt a little light headed, so I excused myself for a sec to answer a text, sat down, drank some water, and went back in. By that time, they uncovered the other part of the body where her abdomen was open and the kidney and liver was out and you could see the fat, etc. I looked over to see the face...it looked as if she was asleep.
After I looked at all of that, and looking at the clock I hinted that I wanted to take the quiz that I was there for in the first place. So I took it (AND passed), but the rest of the day my clothes smelled like formaldehyde so I sat in my 3 hours nutrition class a little queasy, but I made it.
Am I scarred? No not really. It was an experience...I could definitely live without the smell, but it's like putting all of my learning to the test, which made it kind of...fun (nerd showing I know).
Nonetheless, let me get off here...I work at 6AM...Laterz.
Today I went in to take a Pharmacology quiz about parental ways to take drugs (LEGAL ones) at noon. So I walk into the school and call my professor to say that I was at school. He proceeds to tell me he's in the autopsy room...come and watch. Ummmm....WHAT? I didn't sign up for that!
So I said ummm...and he said where are you? Well we met up and he said he'd be done at one so I told him I'd go study for a while until 1.
I started to leave then said, noooo I'll wait till 1:05...so I did..ha. And went to knock on the door and to my surprise, a student opens the door and I'm greeted by the lovely smell of formaldehyde...now let me side track for a sec...
Formaldehyde is a preservative to um...keep organs and such fresh after the animal or whatever passes. I've experienced it when I dissected the frog (twice), cat, and fetal pig...each time, I had to step out cause of the smell. Don't even ask me what it smells like, cause I can't even describe it except...it smells like death.
Now, here I am in the door and everyone is telling me to come in and look...soo what do I do? I go in (mind you I am NOT one to give in to peer pressure...ever.) I must say though, it was quite an experience.
You could also see the female's shoulders peeking out of the blanket and it looked fake...every looked completely fake until the juices...ha. He was explaining something and I felt a little light headed, so I excused myself for a sec to answer a text, sat down, drank some water, and went back in. By that time, they uncovered the other part of the body where her abdomen was open and the kidney and liver was out and you could see the fat, etc. I looked over to see the face...it looked as if she was asleep.
After I looked at all of that, and looking at the clock I hinted that I wanted to take the quiz that I was there for in the first place. So I took it (AND passed), but the rest of the day my clothes smelled like formaldehyde so I sat in my 3 hours nutrition class a little queasy, but I made it.
Am I scarred? No not really. It was an experience...I could definitely live without the smell, but it's like putting all of my learning to the test, which made it kind of...fun (nerd showing I know).
Nonetheless, let me get off here...I work at 6AM...Laterz.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Love IS love-Gay, Straight, ANYTHING
So, in a way, this is an add on to the marriage post buuuut kinda not. But first, let me ramble...
I definitely do my best thinking before bed...it's kinda like pillow talk, but by myself (wow, like that doesn't sound like I'm alone...ha). You can ask any of my friends and my best advice and deeper convos are at night...and I'm now publicly apologizing to those few who I keep up for hours at a time talking about deep stuff...ending at 3am. Nonetheless, appreciate it, cause you don't know when you'll get it out of me again. But lucky for you lovely blog readers of mine, you get a real look about who I am as I thinker.
Tonight, however, I've got something on the brain...
Honestly, my brain doesn't usually look like this, but it's what brings my topic about. (I put a picture by request...)
Anyways, as I have said before, I am a Roman Catholic. As I told someone before, if I go to church and don't get the bread AND wine, I feel incomplete like I got nothing at all. However, I'm a Catholic with a twist. I believe in my God, I believe in asking for forgiveness, I believe He always has my back, but do I believe that someone will go to Hell if they are homosexual?...not so much anymore, because Love is Love. I see like this: So many people I have talked to have said they tried to fight being homosexual. I believe them because I think society still isn't used to it yet, myself included. They aren't going anywhere. My point is I truly believe God knows what you're going to do and ultimately your fate before it all happens; therefore, God made homosexuals. They didn't chose to be...I'm sure if they had a choice to be straight or gay, most WOULD PROBABLY chose straight...being supposedly normal...not different. He loves everyone, and I don't think he sees it as a problem.
Ok, so I do love Him with everything in me, but I do not want this post to be simply about what God thinks, because I'm not Him, so that was my 2 cents about it.
This may be like pointing out the obvious, but I'm not gay. I don't know how it feels to be gay...I'm pretty sure it's a scary feeling as far as how others may view you, but WHO CARES. You are who you are, and if you can't be who you are in front of the people around you, leave them in the dust and find people who will accept you. Be PROUD to be gay, straight, bi, etc. You aren't living life fully until you are comfortable in your own skin. You aren't truly who you are until you come to terms with it. Now I DID say in my earlier post that I was uncomfortable seeing homosexuals in public...holding hands, kissing, etc...but in the end, who cares about what I think! If I were gay and loved my partner, I would want the world to know that I was in love and was proud of it. I wouldn't want to be scared to go out and hold hands in the grocery store...isn't that what heterosexual couples do??? Why can't I??
As far as marriage goes, in the end, you can't help who you love...but let's be real, please stick to the same species...no donkey, giraffe, or cat marriages. Love is truly a powerful emotion, and once you have the chance to experience it, it's the best. Be who you are, homosexuals and heterosexuals alike.
Finally, many see being gay as a curse or kind of like 'why me?'...truly we should be saying 'why not me?' Honestly, I see it as a blessing in disguise. He gave you a gift...you have the chance to open others eyes to the true meaning of love. It's the BEST feeling in the world to love and be loved...everyone should feel it. Homosexuals ARE people too. Love has no race, or gender...love is just love.
So honestly, get out there and prove to the world that you have every right to be open to who you love, show your affection, and if they don't like it, to Hell with them...you're not goin anywhere.
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I definitely do my best thinking before bed...it's kinda like pillow talk, but by myself (wow, like that doesn't sound like I'm alone...ha). You can ask any of my friends and my best advice and deeper convos are at night...and I'm now publicly apologizing to those few who I keep up for hours at a time talking about deep stuff...ending at 3am. Nonetheless, appreciate it, cause you don't know when you'll get it out of me again. But lucky for you lovely blog readers of mine, you get a real look about who I am as I thinker.
Tonight, however, I've got something on the brain...
Anyways, as I have said before, I am a Roman Catholic. As I told someone before, if I go to church and don't get the bread AND wine, I feel incomplete like I got nothing at all. However, I'm a Catholic with a twist. I believe in my God, I believe in asking for forgiveness, I believe He always has my back, but do I believe that someone will go to Hell if they are homosexual?...not so much anymore, because Love is Love. I see like this: So many people I have talked to have said they tried to fight being homosexual. I believe them because I think society still isn't used to it yet, myself included. They aren't going anywhere. My point is I truly believe God knows what you're going to do and ultimately your fate before it all happens; therefore, God made homosexuals. They didn't chose to be...I'm sure if they had a choice to be straight or gay, most WOULD PROBABLY chose straight...being supposedly normal...not different. He loves everyone, and I don't think he sees it as a problem.
Ok, so I do love Him with everything in me, but I do not want this post to be simply about what God thinks, because I'm not Him, so that was my 2 cents about it.
This may be like pointing out the obvious, but I'm not gay. I don't know how it feels to be gay...I'm pretty sure it's a scary feeling as far as how others may view you, but WHO CARES. You are who you are, and if you can't be who you are in front of the people around you, leave them in the dust and find people who will accept you. Be PROUD to be gay, straight, bi, etc. You aren't living life fully until you are comfortable in your own skin. You aren't truly who you are until you come to terms with it. Now I DID say in my earlier post that I was uncomfortable seeing homosexuals in public...holding hands, kissing, etc...but in the end, who cares about what I think! If I were gay and loved my partner, I would want the world to know that I was in love and was proud of it. I wouldn't want to be scared to go out and hold hands in the grocery store...isn't that what heterosexual couples do??? Why can't I??
As far as marriage goes, in the end, you can't help who you love...but let's be real, please stick to the same species...no donkey, giraffe, or cat marriages. Love is truly a powerful emotion, and once you have the chance to experience it, it's the best. Be who you are, homosexuals and heterosexuals alike.
Finally, many see being gay as a curse or kind of like 'why me?'...truly we should be saying 'why not me?' Honestly, I see it as a blessing in disguise. He gave you a gift...you have the chance to open others eyes to the true meaning of love. It's the BEST feeling in the world to love and be loved...everyone should feel it. Homosexuals ARE people too. Love has no race, or gender...love is just love.
So honestly, get out there and prove to the world that you have every right to be open to who you love, show your affection, and if they don't like it, to Hell with them...you're not goin anywhere.
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Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Basketball
I miss playing basketball. I think in a way, basketball was my therapy when I played. I didn't have a care in the world about what was going on in my life...it was all about making my 3's...yes I did and still can make a 3. I remember starting in 3rd grade...just coming off of cheerleading for football (yes, I was a cheerleader). I was the tallest out there...center was my first position ever. Who knew years later I wouldn't be a 5, but a 1 or 2...(in other words not a center, but a point guard or shooting guard) Everyone caught up with my growth spurt in elementary school. I grew into my legs, and figured out how to make the perfect assist up the court...ahh I miss those days...
Anyways, I've been challenged so many times by my bf (who knew I'd find another bball junkie AND a guy who really can challenge me at a 3-pointer)..I think it's time I lace the sneaks back up. I may be rusty right now, but in a few short months, I'll be able to stomp all over his Dallas lovin' behind. (GO SPURS!)
So my challenge to you, my love (if you're reading this...prolly not), around our 2nd anniversary of being together, let's have a 3-pointer challenge...may the best female win ;-)
I'll update this...whenever he reads it ;-)
Anyways, I've been challenged so many times by my bf (who knew I'd find another bball junkie AND a guy who really can challenge me at a 3-pointer)..I think it's time I lace the sneaks back up. I may be rusty right now, but in a few short months, I'll be able to stomp all over his Dallas lovin' behind. (GO SPURS!)
So my challenge to you, my love (if you're reading this...prolly not), around our 2nd anniversary of being together, let's have a 3-pointer challenge...may the best female win ;-)
I'll update this...whenever he reads it ;-)
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