Oct 31, 2008

The Myth that is the American Dream.

We the People,

Stop right there and tell me who are we?

Not the natives, not the blacks, not him or her or me,

Tell me. Did you mean you as in the Anglo-Saxon man?

That came across the sea and stole another persons land?

Leaving them with the carcass of the lives they had once led,

And the ghost of a land with dirt now stained bright red,

With the blood of a people tainting your hands and souls,

In the dark deep abyss of your closetful of sins,

You ask for forgiveness; but where should we begin?

With the Africans you ripped from the womb of their home,

With the families you tore apart and sold, leaving each alone,

What of the Negro man you flayed and the poor slave girl you raped,

You ask for forgiveness but you turned love to hate.

Always cite your sources, wash your hands of blame,

With quotes from Holy Scripture to clear your dirty name,

Freedom was the aim and the devil asked his price,

No refunds, no returns, but was the price too high?

You paid in full and got everything you asked for,

But you can’t turn back now; he comes a-knocking on your door,

You’ve sold your souls for freedom; you can’t get it back no more,

Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness,

But pretty words cannot make up for a nation’s ignorance,

You say the end justifies the means at the end of the day,

But is this the end? Are we really on our way?

To the America they promised us, the one where dreams come true,

The America where We the People means him and her and you,

Where the American Dream isn’t some timeless tale, some urban legend, unproven myth

That an old woman holds to her breast at night and takes solace and comfort in,

Because it’s all that keeps her going, faith in this Old U S of A,

And the hopes that tomorrow will bring a brighter, better day.

Oct 17, 2008

I AM NICE, SEE ME SMILE!

Please don't ask me how many new people I've talked to, because I would lie. I would say five, even though it was only one guy that my teacher forced me to be in a group with. So I'm think that doesn't even count. He was one of those people that lovveee the sound of their own voice.
He was like Hey, and I was like Hi I'm Ja-
Well, I'm Ian.
Oh okay. Nice to meet you-
God this class is so long, don't you think?
Yeah it is extre-
I don't know if you agree with me or not, that's just my opinion.

And I just sat there for five minutes and listened to him talk to himself.
But it hasn't been a complete failure. 
I've been smiling at people more often.
I'm sure that counts for something, right?
I mean, I'm not really a snob? Because I'm nice! I'm one of the nicest people I know!
Except one people bump in to me and don't apologize or when someone says something I don't like or when... well that is all extremely irrelevant right now.
But I'm nice to whom I choose to be. And when I choose to be nice, I am verrry, verrry nice.
Well wish I could stay and chat but I have a bus to catch.
Damn Gossip girl and all their chauffeurs.

Oct 13, 2008

Do you think you're too good to talk to me or something?

I've decided I will become more open.
Not open in like a slutty way, but open as in with my personality.
More outgoing, there you go, that's the word I was looking for.
So I've noticed that college people are pretty chill. They all talk to each other even if they don't know each other.
And I want to be like that! I want to meet all the cool people at PCC, I really, really do.
I just can't.
I'm a snob.
Yes, I said it.
I'm not proud, no, no, it's just like a defense mechanism or something.
I really do love people and getting to know people and meeting new people, it's just not something I do too often.
So tomorrow I will start a conversation with three, no, one, new person.
Whaaaat ?
I gotta start small, don't I?

Oct 12, 2008

The Murder of the Butterfly

2 hours till drivers ed.
I COULD have been sleeping but my dad switched up the times so at 7 AM I was showered and ready to go when he tells me; "Sorry kiddo. Driver's Ed is at 11:30".
But it's okay because there is something oddly comforting about being up this early. Even though I'd rather be sleeping.
Anyways.
Today Mr.Instructor is taking me out on THE BIG ROADS!!
Yeah, seriously.
I mean I'm an amazing driver and it's really not that hard, I know. I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready. I've been waiting to drive since I was 15!
But why, why, why do I feel a tiny seed of doubt in the pit of my stomach that says, I can't drive! Are you kidding me? I can't driveeeee! ARE YOU ON A SUICIDE MISSION?!??! GET OUT OF THE PASSENGER SEAT THIS MINUTE!!
But that slightly panicky voice and the butterflies are quickly squashed by another little voice I call reason.
It tells me, "Get it girlfriend. You've been waiting for this moment since you realized driving=free. Kill those butterflies and OWN THAT ROAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wish me luck World. And please don't honk.
Love, J..

Oct 10, 2008

Cinderella is STILL fairest of them all

Where has J disappeared to?
Awww, so nice of you to miss me!
(Play along, dear, we all want to feel loved)
Truth is I haven't really been up to much, except school kicking my ass and the 50 year old who asked for my phone number and the creepo from the bus part 2.
But I am tired and I just wanted to let you know I'm alive and well, with plenty of funny stories to share.
But not this time.
Soon, I promise.

I Love you World, so could you please just love me back?
Jxx

Oct 2, 2008

2+2= you have GOT to be kidding me

Math class.
Well, let me start off by saying that Eid was amazing yesterday :)
I wish I could have that feeling everyday.
But that would kind of defeat the purpose.
Anywaaaays.
Where was I?
Oh yeah. 
Math class.
So I'm getting sick and I'm really, really tired and my head aches and my stomach is queesy but heaven forbid I miss 2 days of school in a row :| 
So I was annoyed and paying particular attention to every little thing that I normally wouldn't have noticed.
Like the kid in my math class that shpws up 15 minutes late EVERY class with a Big Mac and Soda. And then he has the nerve to come back 15 minutes AFTER break and then ask ME what he missed with his greasy cheeseburger breath.
Jeez.
And the teacher?! She is a total double-you-tee-efff. She talks in this loopy-dooo voice and floats around the room like she's high all class. Plus, she makes these corny jokes and THEN guffaws all by herself while we just stare at her like "uh. math? please?"
God.
The things we go through for an education.