Don't count your chickens before they've hatched. That's how it went, wasn't it?

Firstly, my dear, dear followers:
My sincerest apologies for my abandonment. I can only imagine how you must have felt racing to your computer every spare minute to check if I've posted anything new, only to be sucker punched in the stomach with disappointment.

My first term of college is officially over. Actually, it's been over for a few days now, but it's not official until your grades are posted.
You know,I'm actually a lot like you guys. Racing to the computer to see if my lazy teachers have posted my grades, only to be sucker punched in the stomach with disappointment when there's nothing there.
Stupid, stupid girl.
In hindsight, that sucker punch was a bed of feathers compared to the karate chop I felt when my grades were FINALLY posted.
B.B.C.A
Normally I really wouldn't mind at all. I'd say hey, it could have been worse.
But no, not this time.
This time I had been counting on, no, I had been POSITIVE I would be getting A,A,A,C.
But really. I'm sure I've said this before, but bear with me: The world is out to get me.
Please allow me a few seconds to whine in peace.
IT'S NOT FAIR!!! I TRIED MY DAMN BEST!! YEAH, I PROBABLY SHOULD HAVE TURNED IN THE EXTRA CREDIT ASSIGNMENTS BUT I WAS SO SURE I WOULD GET AN A!!! MY TEACHERS HATED ME! THEY WERE RACIST! IT'S REALLY NOT MY FAULT AT ALL!!

Glad that's off my chest. Phew.
So right after I saw my grades I was hunched over, clutching my stomach in agony, panting.... the first thing I did was call my mommy. After years of experience I should have known better.
What did I get but a BIG FAT "I TOLD YOU SO". A big fat "didn't I TELL you to turn in that extra credit assignmnet?" A BIG FAT "this is ALL your fault."

Hmmmm. Well Mom, "I told you so has a brother...."

Toxic

Hey there sweet thing :]

In case you haven't noticed I've given up on this whole blog-a-day thing. Now all I have to do is unsuscribe from their mailing list. They send me like ten emails a day dangit! Seriously. My inbox is flooded.

Yes, yes, I am exaggerating. In case you don't know by now, I'm prone to that. I like to keep things interesting, shoot me.

Anywhoo. 

So I'm pretty good at getting to Drivers Ed on time. Well, when my dad takes me. And it's not even that I'm a punctual person, it's more due to the fact that he wakes me up at 6:00. In the morning. Even though my class starts at 9:00.

My mother on the other hand has always been a little on the late side. She tries to be on time, I swear, it just never works out. So today she dropped me off at 9:10 which was both good and.... not good.

On the plus side I made everyone's day with my fabulous enterance. Seriously. You should've seen the looks on their faces. You woulda thought they'd died and gone to heaven, I swear. 

And the other hand, the only seat left was right smack in the middle of two kids that didn't brush their teeth. So for three hours I was forced to breath through the sleeve of my Northface and inhale the Ralph Lauren Romance perfume I sprayed on my pulse points that morning. 

So from now on I must carry around a pack of gum to save other people the misery of walking around with stinky breath. For their sake, and yes, selfishly, for my own. 

Because there is only so much bad breath a girl can take.

Freeing our Minds

At first I wasn't sure I wanted to write about the election, but I've (obviously) changed my mind.

Why should I censor myself? Did I not take an oath to write faithfully and above all honestly?

Today my fellow bloggers and blog-readers, is November Fifth. And yesterday we made history.

All men are created equal has become a fact today, not just a sweet melody sung on a bad day.

Lincoln's Emancipation Proclamation freed us from the shackles around our wrists that bound us to this land, and yesterday when America declared Barack Obama the President-Elect, our souls were freed from the oppression of our own low morale and the weight of even lower expectations.

Today we are in body and spirit and mind free.

I watched him on TV breath held in nervous anticipation, barely daring to believe him when he said: Yes we can.

And last night as I listened to him speak, same as I have over the last few months, I looked at his face with reverence, disbelief, humility, and awe and answered:
You were right.

Yes we did.

I have a dream part 2

oh em gee.
This blog-a-day thing is actually kinda hard!
After a long hard day of campaigning by Barack Obama's side (hahaa. Seriously, I freakin wish.), I mean making phone calls and being hung up on, I am exhausted!
Not to mention the fifty billion math problems I have to do before tomorrow.
Slight exaggeration.
But tomorrow is election day and I'm excited and nervous and slightly nauseous.
I am suffering from Post-traumatic election anxiety disorder.
Google it, I did not make that up, I swear.
You would think I was running for president. My palms are constantly sweaty, my stomachs churning, I haven't eaten for days...
I kid, I kid.
But seriously.
Years from today this entry will be a documentation of a historical event.
A moment in time captured by yours truly.
(Please edit!)
But tomorrow will be the day America really proves herself to me.
Show me your true colors.
Literally.
I can't help but wonder: Tomorrow night at this time, will our president be black?
Or, more accurately, can our president be black?
I've noticed that people are afraid of change. Weather it's good or bad.
So tonight as America holds her breath I pray silently:
Do not let us down.
For too long the American Dream has seem so illusive and suddenly, there it is, withing reach.
America, grab on and hold on for dear life.
Can we do it?
Yes.
We most certainly can.
Will we do it?
Only time will tell.

It's like a holiday, only more work.

National Blog Month?
Really? Is there such a thing?
Yes. And I am celebrating.
Really, what else did you expect?
I am certainly not one to back down from a challenge.
Whine a little, suffer out loud, maybe. But back down?
Never!

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.