Happy 2011 T-day...

Well, it's another T-Day. I heard on a new cast earlier this week that being thankful for something makes you happier. I don’t know how true this is being that I am just glad to be an American with a roof over my head and food in my belly. Isn’t being happy all relative, if you think about it closely?  I can be happy when sweets touch my lips; a moment of bliss. Problem is, that bliss really only is for a moment. You can strive for more lasting bliss, like love. But even that has an expiration date. I guess the only way to be happy is to just live moment to moment. Honestly, the news piece about being thankful prolonging your life with happiness could’ve simply been a thanks giving theme inspired news cast; or maybe, this is just another example of how much power words have. I know this for sure, the power of those magic words our parents teach us at so young an age, really are magic. Please and thank you. 

Yesterday, I was in line to get food at a fast food place. I didn’t go there because the food was good. I wanted fast service. Life is ever moving and you either keep up or get left behind. After watching several people order and pay in the line next to me, I finally decided to speak up to the couple in front of me. Instead of a rude “What’s the hold up?” I pulled out my wallet and started digging through some ones and fives as I asked “How short are you, I can cover it.” To me, this could be the only logical hold up because I saw them order already. He replied no thanks, rather angry and I retorted on the large line forming. I wouldn’t say this was a great interaction, more like my impatience getting the best of me. Not 10 minutes later, that same man sits down at my table and talks to me. You can imagine the look of horror on my face as I am slowly inserting a deep fried potato into my mouth… He says to me “I just had to come over and talk to you. I wanted you to know that I was in a bicycle vehicle accident this morning and I have been very slow moving all morning. Everyone has been rude and yelling at me to hurry up. But you were the first person to offer help and I am thankful. I needed to tell you that it made me cry and I was truly appreciative.” I think I said I am sorry 3 times with my eyes just growing bigger and bigger. I don’t know if I was in more shock that this stranger was speaking to me, or that he was making me out to be this saint. In reality, I thought that the offer to pay would get him out of line faster. I didn’t do it because I thought he needed the money. I didn’t say this to him, because I didn’t want to ruin the moment. We said happy T-day to one another and that was the end. 

I sat on the bus a little while later and cried a little. I had the beginnings of a horrible day and here comes this man to put my life in perspective. No matter how shitty my day, there is always someone else who has it worse. It’s times like these that I curse being born a sheltered American white female with no sense of hard ship and poverty. I don’t know how it feels to starve or how it feels to worry about a roof over my head. I don’t know how it feels to think “Today is probably my last day.”

So this is what I am thankful for. That there are other people here to put in my place. Remind me that I was the lucky one and I better not forget it. I am truly sorry, man that I met at the fast food restaurant. I am sorry that I assumed your life was like mine and that you were simply choosing to be an ass by taking for ever. I wish this lesson could last, but I also know, that you can only live from moment to moment.

Happy T-day all! 

Yay for Twisted Fairy Tales!

So, no, I didn’t forget about you. I kind of have been blogging twice a week but for a cat thing. I volunteer now at an older cat rescue place at a pet store near my house. Twice a week, I have to write these shift reports. Of course, my shift reports are ten times longer than they need to be. Probably one of the bigger reasons I stopped blogging over here. I get my long writing fixes else where. But don’t fret, I am back! I missed you too, internet hug [[[[[[[[[[[[[[[blog]]]]]]]]]]]]]]].

So what’s new? Any of my readers get married, have kids… the works?

My last blog was a little off the usual topic. Sorry. I needed to vent. Not having a best friend any more has created this vent less void…who will listen to my bad day at work when I get a job? The cat just wants food. Sometimes the cat annoys me. In the way that a boyfriend might live with you jobless and rent free eating free food and rolling around in free cat nip. Yea, I’m on to you Kitty! Too bad there aren’t a whole lot of employment options for my cat. I think we both need to start pulling some weight if we want to pay rent. Just saying

(Every time I say/write “just saying”, the picture to the left shows my facial expression and body language.)

Other than that exciting news, life is still the same. I found a cheap used copy of Final Fantasy 13 for PS3 which I played on the PS3 at my Dad’s house. It was technically my first RPG game if you don’t count FF 6 on Psone, which the horrible graphics gave me such a headache. I love love love FF13. I wish I had stayed longer to play it, but I had to come home and take care of my jobless cat. I find myself day dreaming about playing FF13. It’s so pretty and I love the story line. This just proves that I should have purchased a PS3 instead of the x-box360 (which I took back and used the refund money to go out drinking with friends – STUPID). Future purchases: Used PS3 and Used FF13. 

This is why I really need a job. Rent is easy. I mean, my current rent is a little higher than I’d prefer, but I can always make rent.  I am smart (I’m a girl.)

Started a new series, CASTLE. Great show. Their network does horrible marketing. From the commercials I saw, I thought it was another (BORING) crime/law drama. Nope. It’s a funny sarcastic writer (firefly captain) who follows a hot (strong) homicide detective he uses as a muse in a line of books called Nikki Heat. IF you haven’t seen this show, know this – I am extremely picky and I loved it. Don’t hate me if I say I wasn’t a big fan of firefly. (I found it boring and it dropped it half way through the series.) It’s funny because Firefly is full of the younger versions of a lot of my favorite actors/actresses. The lady from V, the lady from 4400-Sara Connor Chronicles-Dollhouse, the guy from Castle… and much much more.

Sometimes I wish I’d stopped getting unemployed (more than for the obvious reasons) but also because I always start new series I haven’t seen. Why is this a problem, you ask? Well, Fall is when they all seem to premiere. I feel like my schedule is booked right now with all the shows I am trying to stay current; I am not complaining, I love options. But wow, my Thursday is the craziest. I think I have close to 10 shows that air that day alone. I read somewhere that Spring/Summer is the time for block busters in the theaters and Fall/Winter is the time for great prime time television. I guess people stay in when it’s cold out. I happen to like being out more in the cold, but I’m weird.

I am actually really excited about my oldies but faves like Fringe, Haven and Warehouse 13. Some of the new shows that I am really liking are The Secret Circle, Pan AM and The Playboy Club. I still haven't made up my mind on the new shows Hart of Dixie and the Ringer... And I still need to Charlie's Angels and the Gifted Man. Plus, there are two twisted fairy tale like shows coming out around Halloween. I think it’s funny that there are two coming out at the same exact time from competing networks. Their overall series concepts appear to be slightly different. See below:

The Wiki of Once Upon a Time (ABC): Airs 10-23-2011

The series is loosely inspired by the classic fairy tale stories except set in the present day, hence the series name. The stories hold a key to the mystery that will draw a bail bonds collector and the son that she gave up for adoption 10 years earlier to a New England town called Storybrooke, Maine. This town is actually a parallel world in which fairy tale characters look like normal people and don't remember their true identities or anything about their true lives.

The Wiki of Grimm (NBC): Airs 10-28-2011

Set in present-day Portland, Oregon, the series puts a new twist on the stories of the Brothers Grimm in which a homicide detective learns that he is a descendent of a group of hunters known as "Grimms", who fight to keep humanity safe from the supernatural creatures of the world. Upon learning of his destiny and that he is the last of his kind, he has to protect every living soul from the sinister storybook characters that have infiltrated the real world.[3]

I’m not going to lie, I think I am going to like Grimm more, but the hot blond doctor (not Oliva Wilde) from House is going to be the star of Once Upon a Time…so I am on the fence until I see the actual shows. I recommend you watch both and give me your opinions.

I love hero movies, but I am also digging this new twisted fairly tales route that movies and TV are headed. There are rumors of some snow white films being made. One of the directors possibly being Tim Burton. Way to creep up Willy Wonka and make me dislike qualities of Alice in Wonderland. If you really want to see an Alice in Wonderland masterpiece, Google “Alice the SYFY mini Series”. Hands down, best “when Alice grows up and comes back to wonderland” story out there. SYFY (regardless of the stupid rename) made another awesome miniseries based on “what happened after Dorothy left in the Wizard of Oz” called Tinman. SYFY is getting ready to premier a new mini series in December based on Peterpan before he met Tinkerbelle called Neverland. I am excited, minus Keria Nightly being Tinkerbelle. (Sorry fans of her, she just looks like an ugly brutting man in women clothing.)

Well, I think I am done writing for now. I would love to write more, but there is a guy sitting next to me at the Seattle public library grunting every 10 seconds. I think he is mentally … not all there. I like sitting at a desk and typing. At home, I have a bed and a TV dinner tray. It’s not great for maintaining a proper posture as I type on the cursor moving key board of my laptop. You have been a great audience.

If I had to give you something to ponder, it would be this: “Do you feel like you know what you would need to do to create your perfect reality, but it’s 1. Too hard or 2. You don’t quite know all the tiny steps within steps to get you where you want to be? Or Both? I think I am both- Lost and Lazy. What about you?

Jen

Rant ... How dare you!

I stumbled across a piece of disturbing news about men that I had to blog about. I am not sure if I am trying to rationalize a man’s thought process or if I just want to figure out where the blame falls.

Men are actively choosing to watch porn and masturbate rather than sleep with their women. Yes, you read that correctly. Men would rather get carpel tunnel than enjoy the two (on more) person activity with one another. Not all men, but it is becoming an epidemic. Google it.

I recently read a woman’s story online when she asked for advice via the internet. This woman says in her story, that she met a really nice man and their personalities really hit it off. Their first date, they watched movies at home and got shit faced drunk. The guy kept saying he was too drunk to have actual intercourse, but would love other sexual favors. He then said “when I am less drunk, the sky is the limit”. The next morning, he was caught jacking off. When confronted, he simply said “You’re cute, but you don’t float my boat.” This man slept in this woman’s bed, received sexual favors and wasn’t even attracted to the woman!! I feel so horrible for her. A lot of the online advice was RUN. And there’s more fish in the sea… But how does that help her self confidence?

I began looking online some more and found that this is happening to women of all ages, sizes and commitment levels. Wives walking in on husbands who turned down sex earlier that night. Girl friends listening to their men get off in the shower alone, even though she was waiting naked in bed for him. I don’t understand what kind of world we live in. IF this happened to me, I would kick that man out of my house and tell him not to let the concussion to his head let him crash and die on the high way. I feel like I live in the real world where real people fornicate in real effing life. Not some RPG game where all the girls are animated and they always give you what you want via your hand.  

Stories like this make me want to give up on love and just settle for my happy SOLO life. I would never act like I am attracted to someone I am not just to be kind. In the long run, your actions hurt more than you think they helped. Honestly, I wish the man in the woman’s story had just been upfront on their first date. Instead of drinking, he could have said, hey, I think you’re cool, but I’m not into your look. You can’t hate someone for being honest. Lying is ten times worse.

The morale of this story, make sure you ask some really obvious questions before you make an ass out of your self with “assumptions”. And never give someone the power to lower you self confidence. You are who you want to be and it’s a damn good version, no matter what anyone says.

Having said this, I think I am ending the search for love until after the holidays. Who knows, maybe turning 26 will make me feel less jaded after reading stories like this online. How dare you men of America. HOW EFFING DARE YOU.

/End rant. 

HOPE

I am trying to figure out what would make me happy; or really, waiting for someone to come make me happy. Five days in and I see that it’s just me and the cat. What am I waiting for? I still need to figure out what I want out of this life. If we are being honest, I just want to be needed by someone else. For years, I was # 50 on the long list of friends to my Best Friend. I managed to reach her top 5, after a lot of mutual compromising. I don’t think I ever made it past spot # 5 though, and maybe that’s why I walked away. Walking away is probably the only thing I did… I have to finally let it go.

I am really good at motivationally hyping myself up. I can talk a great game. And I am still just talking. I don’t think there is anything so wrong with that anymore. I am focusing so much on who I don’t want to be anymore rather than who I am. I am really good at a lot of things. They aren’t the normal things. I can’t say I’d actually enjoy a walk along a beach unless it was a full moon and I was barefoot. Or I am not a camper/ hiker, unless I can bring all my bedding and sing made up songs about nature. I read somewhere a while ago that the people who are unhappy are they ones with high expectations. I have so many expectations; about time and demeanor. Maybe it’s time to finally let go.

My first love teased me all the time. He said that I cared too much about what others thought. I was always getting embarrassed in public… A song would come on the radio and he would just start dancing all weird in front of strangers. I was horrified. And of course, he made me dance too. I had so much fun. It was the first time I remember really enjoying my life. He really changed how I saw the world. It’s funny to think back on all the things I learned from him. Funny because I am finally my worse night mare and honestly, it’s not as scary as I thought it would be. It’s strange how your perspective can be altered when you hear the same negative words day in and day out. My mom told me I was fat almost every day of my life. He… would laugh at me. Tell me that I was silly for even thinking I could be fat. Then he made a rule, every time I said I was fat, he would moo. He did it too. I didn’t actually start getting fat until he was long gone. Now I am officially fat and really, I am glad. All those years mom and I am finally what you saw. At least I don’t care what she thinks anymore.

I didn’t understand him back then. But I think I can now. I am really set on this whole, someone to find me and to make me happy. I just don’t know how to make myself happy. I say it all the time, I do things for my friends, co-workers and family that I wouldn’t do for myself. A lot of the advice I give to others, I could use it for myself. After all these years and the many blog posts I have created and I still can’t hear my own voice. Amazing how I can be so narcissistic. That’s me. I have bad sides. The key word there is sides, as in more than one. I can’t change everything about me, because I am who I am. But I can strive to add sides to me that outweigh the negative. Rather than changing, let’s just make room for more.

Let’s face it, no one takes change with out a little heart break. I am tired of heart break. Can we get some tape over here? I am ready to move on. If I do what makes me happy, like minded people will surround me and I am sure I can find people who are there sharing moments rather than creating my moments for me. I need to create my own life. No one is creating it for me. This means, making decisions on my own, and dealing with the consequences. No more phone calls to family demanding they make the right decision for me so that I don’t ruin my life. Like a phoenix, I will rise up from the ashes and try again. Because that is what being an adult is all about.

I am still going to need my Pandora box - there is no ripping off this band aide quickly. But slowly, I think I can open that box and let the emotions settle so I can deal with them like my sister has. I have a feeling this box has been leaking anyways. I thought I created this box when a man hurt me a few years ago. But thinking about the repressed memories I have seen in the past few months…  I think I made this box a really long time ago. I am ready to deal with my past so I can have a future. I am so proud of my little sister, being a wife and a mother. Still remaining positive even though she remembers our child hood and I can barely remember what I ate, last night. I no longer want to be like her (Even if she is fabulous and yes, finally prettier than me). I want to be like me. However I am going to be. I always say that I can’t wait to use my genie wishes. I have a list. But at the end of the day, most of that list is on me. I could do it if only I would. Joie, don’t change. One day I hope you will be proud of me. Even if I have to wait ‘till my death bed to hear it, I hope to hear you say it. HOPE. 

Found this through a friend

Website for Comic

My personal Pandora's box

There hasn’t been a lack of inspiration. More like an influx… Every time I put cursor to blank document though, I can’t see anything. My eyes blur up and the keys seem miles away. Maybe it’s a message for me to go many miles away. I can’t think or put my thoughts here anymore. Some of my posts were sad, but all in all, blogging made me happy. Sharing my crazy and finding out who I was. On July 22, 2011, that all went away. I lost my world. Relapsed into old Jen. I feel like an addict who finally got their gold coin of sobriety only to use that coin to pop the top on the liquor bottle or line up the crushed substance. I have a problem. No, it’s not drugs or alcohol. I can’t say what it is, but it doesn’t make me a good person. And at the end of the day, I hate myself more than yesterday. I just miss everyone. I feel like there is a hole in my heart. Spots I am keeping warm, in case “they” come back. They aren’t coming back. They never do. I know they leave because of me. The me I am relapsing into. Will I ever see the best parts of me? I know I created this reality. That doesn’t make it better, it just better places blame. It means that I am not good at the only job I am truly obligated to…

I didn’t want to write a sad blog. I won’t fake happiness . I am what I am. I can’t be who they want me to be. I can put on a mask long enough to peek their interest, but never long enough to keep them around. Do they leave or do I push them out. I am not even sure who they are. People, forced to interact for some greater purpose. Why am I still here?

I can’t write anymore. I just wanted you to know that I am not dealing well with all the people departing my life and I feel like I am falling into a hole I dug to deep to climb out of… But as per my personality, I will just wait for my Amber to find me. Working distracted me from the pain. Not working, I think about 9 years out the window because I wanted someone to be something they are not. I will lie here and see what comes along because that’s just who I am. If I end up buried alive, at least that what the reality I created. 

I am usually so anal about my posts. It takes me hours to write them because I read and re-read them over and over before I post them. I go over them, picking them apart, trying to figure out what other people are seeing. I wrote this one in 20 minutes and I have not re-read it. I don't want to feel the pain I felt when I started typing. They say that cameras can capture a part of your soul. I hope this blog is taking my bad emotions and locking them in a box. Thats how I got over someone who really hurt me. I envisioned all the pain I felt, trapped in a little wooden box in my heart. With little brass hinges and a lock. I used to worry the box would open... Now I just hope that I can fit more things in it. This post is a little of the thoughts in my head I hope to stuff in that box. I don't want to see them or read them. 

I couldn't say it better myself

Dun dun dun... Another one rides the bus.

If you have taken a bus recently and don't agree, I will call shanatigans! 

I can finally see it, my soul

I am not trying to be shallow, any picture would have done. But (drum roll please)  I have finally learned how to use the color splash technique on photo bucket (ok ok, I learned 2 months ago, but this is the first time I did it on my own picture.)

I guess you could say that I have always had a weird obsession with eyes. Every boy that I crush on, it's the eyes baby. Well, and the dark hair...I can't recall ever being with any a light haired men. Weird. Now you know 2 things about me, I love eyes and blonds should dye their hair dark if they want a chance with Jen. Woo!

I promise I am not being vain, although the compliments this week are making it difficult not to run down to the court house, mirror in hand. I just wanted you to see what I see. When there is no distraction, no other color and your eyes are forced to focus on one area of a picture, what do you see? I saw my soul. There it is, whispering questions to me through the windows that are my eyes. Helping me to fulfill my life mission by never being satisfied with my current knowledge base.

But don't be fooled. Although my outside (neck up) is tolerable to stare at, I am by no means beautiful. Why do I say this? Because beauty is on the inside and I am filled with dark crippling hatred. Until I can learn to let it go, I will always be the Frankenstein monster on the other side of my reflection.

Ready?

Taken June 28, 2011, @ Work

Pondering: "________________?" 

Did you see it? My thought captured in that precise moment by the camera? I did. What was I thinking?

The world may never know.

DISCLAIMER:*This picture was not altered in any way. I simply erased all color from the photo with a click of a button and then indicated the area where I wanted the color returned. This was the actual color of my eyes at this moment. Sometimes they are hazel with green around the iris and sometimes they are a golden brown. I guess it depends on the weather. I added color back to my lips at one point and decided to remove it because it looked a little clown-ie, lol.*

Any minute now...the sun always rises tomorrow...

Nothing compares to that feeling of losing something. Whether it’s losing at the reality of life or whether it is losing something you hold dear. In some cases, it feels like both. I like to prepare my hours for the week on Monday so that I am less flustered on Friday. The first day of July (This Friday) was grayed out and I panicked. I thought, oh, this is how they let me know that Thursday is my last day. I held it together long enough to call my agency. Apparently my contract was through to July 1^st, but my assignment hasn’t indicated that they wanted it to officially end yet, so I am working on getting Friday active again on my hours screen. This fright has made my numbered days feel like numbered minutes. Every temp knows that any day could be the last day. Not thinking those thoughts is what separates the good temps from the bad temps. I am finding it harder and harder to be positive though. I sometimes wish that I had not showed interest in the permanent position. Then this would be like any other assignment. A job that needs to get done by someone. Someone like me, who chose to be apart of the uneducated class.

It doesn’t help that Monday’s are always the worse for me. Not in the way that everyone hates Monday. I am not sure I hate Mondays. I just always feel like I am getting over a small case of agoraphobia every Monday. I stay locked up in my house all weekend, not saying a word, not doing much and then I am thrust back into society where I must smile and socialize. I want to run and go hide in my house, all alone. But I come back to work every Monday because the fear of losing my house is stronger than the fear of leaving it for 10 hours. I hope that one day, I won’t actually develop agoraphobia. After all, it’s all in my head and I control my head. I think therefore I do.

I have such anxiety this morning.

Just thinking about my numbered minutes. Sometimes my boss walks by my desk and I think, this is it. This is the moment that she will tell me my world is over. I find myself avoiding her out of fear. Like, if you can’t find me, you can’t release me. It’s silly and childish. I want to feel immature though. I want to hide in a cupboard and watch all the adults as they look for me. I look down at the finger tips pressing the keys to this blank document and I think, “These are not the hands of a child.” I can’t remember the day that I grew up but I look all around me and it’s evident that I am no longer a child and I haven’t been one for some times. I wish I could remember the exact moment when I crossed that line. Maybe it wasn’t a line but a series of achievements that just finally won me the grand prize. Like, Jen, you have done this, done that and survived this, you are ready to be a boring member of the society you loathe so much. Lovely, but what now? Is acting like I know to fool the younger generation apart of the package? I thought people my age hit 25 and magically, they knew the answers to all those questions. But in reality, I just got better at acting like I did. I wish I had learned the answer rather than learning how to deal with the unknown. I don’t want to deal. I want to know.

I feel lost, but I know that I have the tools to look found. If I looked how I felt, how different would my life really be? Seems like I would be worse off. I should count my blessing and be thankful my last minute isn’t this one.

Happy Monday readers.  

Good news! I now have a proper diagnosis, I’m a __________ !! What?

I don't know how to explain my recent life best. I want to use the word roller coaster except I think you have to go up in order to go down. I'd say it's been more of a plateau with a cliff. That being said, I can't tell if I am sitting at the bottom of the cliff preparing for the next plateau or the next cliff.

I had some recent dominoes topple and I'm not sure what the end result will be. It's not about being scared of the unknown; it's about fearing the educated guess of possibilities. I could tell myself things will be alright because they have to...and that would be the positive outlook on a slightly dim situation. However, I'm not in the business of lying to myself. Experience tells me that my taking the last 3 months for granted is about to bite me in the ass. Easy come easy go. I'm slowly realizing that a lot of hard work in my early 20's may have made the rest of my life a breeze. But I'm me and there's no way me at 20 would have heard anything past the words "more school". I cringe a little today just thinking about it...meh.

The door to my current employment is closing and not in a super negative or bad way; just a door that someone else needs open more than me. I'll find another door and I'll walk through fearless because I know that I chose this reality. I don't know for certain what doors are available for me, but I know that I'll be ready when the time comes. I can be upset and frustrated my last hours, days or weeks on this assignment or I can bust my butt and prove to another company that temps are a wonderful resource for future needs. My current road is looking like I’m going to be a career temp. I love change, learning new things and I'm a great gopher. Plus, when people get to know me and realize that I'm not the most socially accepted, I can just move on to a new set of strangers. I'm not going to lie, I feel like I have family at my current assignment; a mom, a big sister, an aunt and even a brother. But I can't think about silly things like that. This isn't an episode of the office. This is my real life with real people working for some unknown goal. The goal that will make these hardships in life worth it. What lessons am I learning or even possibly teaching? I won't know until I am at the end. And even then, maybe I won't want to know.

I have had a lot of inspiration to express my self recently. I didn’t put cursor to blank word document maybe because I was unclear about how to express my self positively. When all people see is your negative side, you begin to morph into only your negative side. There was a recent south park episode that just really hit a nerve with me. Because again, it was like looking in a mirror. It was the episode where Stan turns 10 years old and a new music comes out called Tween Wave (which sounds a lot like electronic music, hardy har har south park jerks). Any who, all the adults in the episode hear people literally taking a poop when ever they try to listen to the younger generation’s music and vice versa when the kids try to listen to Bob Dylan, lol, good times. It’s obviously a hilarious twist to everyone saying “your music sounds like crap”. The part that I could relate to is when all of a sudden Stan hears the crap noises from both the young music and the old music. And before you know it, he is seeing crap every where. When people talk, crap is literally falling out of their mouth. He goes to see the doctor for his alignment and is diagnosed with non other, the Cynical Asshole Syndrome. Well crap. This is me in a nut shell. Someone in my life even said to me the other day, “You really don’t see good things when you look at the world, do you Jen?” No, I see how the world really is. I am not negative, but I can pretend to be positive if that will make the people in my life happy. I know deep down though, the world is not made of rainbows and butterflies. But I promise to stop cramming my views down your throats. I’m not a Christian; I know when to stop preaching. I will say this, when I am pretending to be positive, I do feel better about my existence. Don’t tell the masses though; faking a positive outlook is like smiling through the pain. Try it, you might find it really uncomfortably hard.  But maybe, just maybe, the more I fake, the more real it can become for me. Like gluing rose colored glasses to my face. Eventually, I won’t know they are there. (Because my bad memory, remember?)

Having squeezed this much inspiration out of me, I think I am ready to end this post and eat my raw almonds for breakfast. YUM!

Have a happy Thursday, one more day till freedom Friday!  

I think I am a square, in denial.

I went to bed last night with a question burning on my mind. I woke feeling like I just sat through the 2^nd viewing of a movie hoping the outcome would be different. The outcome is always the same; never changing because it can not change. I am not in a movie; I change. I can be more than the words that I type or whisper. I can be more than the lies I recite hoping no one can see through the ruse. I am a good person… I am a good person…I thought I was a good person. I need to know if I can be the kind of good person I want to be. Standards so high, the intention is really to fail. Did you know that about me? My question was, am I living a stereotype in denial? I knew the answer before I knew the question. Sometimes the question is the answer. This question was my answer. Knowing doesn’t feel good though. It is good to know the truth. The truth can set you free. They say that this is half the battle. I have always been half way done then. It feels more like I haven’t taken one step forward in a while. In fact, feels more like I am walking in the prints I already left. My foot doesn’t fit… I am making the prints bigger, wider, and fatter. Buddha says you are what you say you are. Not literal in the way that I can say, I am a bird (Literal in more of how words have power.) If you say you will fail before you start, you have already failed. This is why I have so many words. I want to succeed before I start. You can talk so much that walking becomes impossible; A task that you put on a pedestal too high to reach. I talked up a good story with no intention of living it out… If I stop talking, will I live my dreams instead?

I thought I was shaped like a star being forced through a square slot. I just found out I was always a square, fitting precisely where I created my self to fit. Why did I create a square if I wanted a star? They say that you can not solve a problem if you don’t get to the root and pluck it out from there. I don’t understand this concept. I understand how they relate, I just don’t understand how someone who doesn’t know me can pluck a root I can not reach. If I can’t do it alone, what makes you think your guidance will help? A back seat driver in my own car of life. I can do this by myself…I can do this by my self; I need to do this by myself, stop looking at me. Leave me alone. I can do it. I can’t do it.

I thought I could, but in the middle of reaching for independence, I became more dependant than ever. This time, no one was there to be my crutch. Is it a sign of strength when you tell your self no to something you always given your self in the past? I reached out of my rabbit hole, tried pulling my self out with expectations set in stone… It was not what I expected and I fell in deeper. I am almost too deep that there is no return. What happens if I can’t make it out again… will someone save me? Is that why I keep falling…I am waiting to be saved, by my crutch, my new crutch.

I heard that when a child has so much tyranny shoved down their throat, they never develop into an individual. They develop as always apart of something-someone else. I was so angry when I heard this. I wanted to hug my self and cry and scream. My sister said that crying never solves anything. I have seen it cure people. But she is right, it will never cure me. It is only a constant reminder of what I am missing and still searching for… perhaps this is that root that I can not locate. Maybe I was looking in the wrong place. It’s not fair to place blame. You need to move forward and think about now. I hear my self saying that I don’t blame anyone, but in my heart, I can hear the blame game. I can hear my self getting angry at myself for being me. I hear my self cursing the day I was born. Repeating the same verbal abuse I grew accustomed to…

Words are so powerful. Most comments are made with an once of truth. It is not common to form words into a sentence you didn’t piece together one time or another. You thought about it, consciously or sub-consciously. Whether it was your intent to ever vocalize it or not is the part where people aren’t thinking. “I didn’t think before I spoke”… you thought, that is how words are formed, thinking. You just didn’t think about the cause and the effect. Some effects are not instantaneous…some slowly eat away at you until you are left with nothing. Inception, the movie - see it, and you will see my meaning. An idea planted, but unlike the movie, I know who planted my ideas. I can’t unplant them because I can not find their root. I am so lost in my own mind looking for the root. I need to unplant the root. Unplant the idea…Unplant the... I can’t find it… it doesn’t want to be found.

A virus for my soul?

So smart… It makes me think I am strong and smart and beautiful. I am scared, I am witty and mean. I selectively look in the mirror and I see the traits I desire. I see the star shape. I am walking past a huge reflective window and in my peripheral vision, I see it. What was that! Is that me! It can’t be me, I don’t look like that. I don’t talk like this. I am not her! What is this trick, stop it now. Stop looking at me! I break the window. It’s ok now, there is no square there. Just Jen as a star. Always as a bright shining star. Reality finally hits me like a ton of bricks. I am not a star. I am not kind and beautiful. It hurts to break down the mirrors in my mind. It hurts-make it stop. Everyday, a new one cracks and I see a little bit more of what you are seeing. Life makes sense. They are not jealous of me. They don’t even like me. The honest ones, they were always jerks and assholes. Maybe they were my only true friends. I am in a dark room and there is one huge mirror, staring at me from across the room. Star Jen is gone. I see this thing, this Frankenstein creation staring at me. It’s eyes move when I move mine. It’s nose crinkles up when I crinkle mine. It’s hands reaches up to touch the mirror at the same exact spot my hand touches. This is really me. This is really what I look like. This is really what I sound like. I hate this person. I can’t stand this person. How did this happen. The past is foggy. One memory at a time, I see the binging. I see the emotion coping mechanisms. I see the cruelty. Who created you! Why are you here! All I can do now is accept and change.

If I don’t change it… I might as well load the gun and shoot. End it quickly rather than endure the agony. I tell people, if I get cancer, I want pancreatic cancer. It kills you almost as fast as you can get diagnosed. I don’t want to struggle for years. I want the decision set in stone and followed through… I have a type of cause and effect created soul cancer. It won’t kill me today and I will probably live tomorrow. But there will not be a whole lot of tomorrows. Fewer and fewer with each breathe. I hope that the lesson in the life is the journey back from this. I hope that I reach my goal and I die a star. I can’t die a square. I won’t die a square. I will not be a square…

Summer of Opportunity !?!?!?!?!?!?!

From time to time, I get this itch to experience what I “think” I’m missing in life. I usually dive in head first before it becomes clear why I was not experiencing this opportunity in the first place; like buying an Xbox 360. I see all these (super cute) boys beating each other on the battle field and I think to my self, oOoOoOoO!  I play their games only to realize that I can’t stay alive even when I hide, lol. (Yes, I took the Xbox back to the store.) I’m not complaining, there is obviously a learning curve.  However, I could save the $300 and go watch boys for free at Game Works…which reminds me: Note to self, visit Game Works this weekend. Muhahahahaha!

The same can be said for any out door activity.  Ok, so I am a princess.  I camp with all my bedding that I can possibly fit into a car and look for any possible reason to stay inside a coffee shop while people observing from the air conditioned establishment.  This summer, I want to dive in head first.  Yes, yes. I just said that I’m a leaper before a looker but there has to be something to this “Out Door Activity” thing that people look forward to every year.  Swimming, running, Frisbee, volley ball, tennis… these could be fun.  And to camp the hard way… a simple tent with one pillow and one sleeping bag… I am still debating that one. But I could go for a great big camp fire, with marshmallows and hot dogs on a stick *DROOL* … good times.  Or even some skinny dipping. Woo!  I don’t want to be a couch potato this year.  In fact, I am debating selling my couch.  Or at least moving it out of the living room so that I have to either or stand or be out and about.  That’s right, I said it.   I am done being an in-doorsey.  I am not trying to be bear grills now…baby steps - really small baby steps.  But I eventually want to camp on a beach and wake up to the smell of the ocean.  Sigh.  Or go out to a field of grass and roll around in it collecting wild flowers.  I haven’t done that since I was 13?  I get so consumed by technology and my professional life that I have forgotten how to enjoy wild Jen.  Getting dirty and not caring how the stain will come out.  Messing up my hair and face and just living in the moment.  Man, I haven’t had dirt in my hair in years.  I think I need some, and not in the spa weekend way. J  That’s it, I’m getting dirty this summer and I am doing it with out make-up and with out a care in the world! June is about to be here…I think I am too late to grow my own pumpkin for Halloween, but there is always next year. I have wanted to do that for so long… I will put it on my calendar: Get pumpkin seeds, get big pot and grow pumpkin for Halloween 2012.  I have to celebrate the end of days somehow. (Isn’t 2012 the year the world ends because the Mayan calendar ends, crazies… lol.)

So that is the plan Stan. Be active! Plus I read on the news headlines that being more active at a younger age encourages a stronger memory for old age. I already have too many senior moments… I need to start counter acting now! *Starts push-up, but falls* Ok, maybe I will start with something simpler, baby steps!

I will be at Folk Life all day Saturday, May 28th @ the Seattle Center volunteering, come see me!

My Song...

Every few months, a song comes out on the radio that just embodies a memory or an emotion for all of us. Sometimes it feels like the song writer channeled you and your specific situation. Every now and again though, there is a song that transcends the petty daily emotions we all go through and embodies the entire package that is you. I don’t think it happens that often, because I can only think of less than 5 songs that this sensation has occurred for me personally. One song in particular… every word, every note, it feels like I wrote this song to explain myself to others. If I could have a life thus far anthem, it would be this song. I got the lyrics and pasted them below. I want you to see me verse by verse. The scary part is that I am not only in one verse… it’s every word. Sometimes, I worry that I am working towards a goal that will never let me see the best parts of me. I always feel like I am given a new chance at life every day I wake up. I still believe I will marry a king even if I don’t believe in the constitution of marriage. And I know that people live in their own personal fantasies unwilling to and not ready to accept the reality that life is what you make it. However, like Lola, I am working on it.

Lola: I can't Take It 

I woke up early and it was a sunny day 

Soon as I went outside that's when it started raining 

Rushed and got in my car pull out my driveway and on my way to work 

Got stuck in two hour traffic. 

And I can't Lie 

Seems like the more I try 

The more I realize 

That I might not never see the best of me 

But I can't cry 

cause hey im still alive still got a chance at life 

Just wanna be happy 

But the facts remaining. 

Wanna go off everytime something goes wrong 

Cause I can't take it 

Tell me is it me or is it this society 

Cause I can't Take it 

When I look around wanna scream out hit the ground 

Cause I can't take it 

But Im But Im But Im 

Im Working on it, Working on it. 

I want so many things 

When I was young I dreamed , that I'd marry a king 

My daddy called me princess 

But in reality those things will never be 

Ain't no celebrity, but won't catch me complaining 

And I can't Lie 

Seems like the more I try 

The more I realize 

That I might not never see the best of me 

But I can't cry 

cause hey im still alive still got a chance at life 

Just wanna be happy 

But the facts remaining. 

Wanna go off everytime something goes wrong 

Cause I can't take it 

Tell me is it me or is it this society 

Cause I can't Take it 

When I look around wanna scream out hit the ground 

Cause I can't take it 

But Im But Im But Im 

Im Working on it, Working on it. 

Most people live, inside their fantasies 

Don't wanna see the truth,(they don't wanna see the truth) but life is what you make it 

And they'll do anything to even up the score 

Just trying to get a little bit more, Just trying to get a little bit more 

So only Trust yourself, and do what works for you 

Listen to no one else, 

I bet you you'll be happy 

So don't you hesitate, aint got no time to waist 

Just trying to get a little bit more, Just trying to get a little bit more 

Wanna go off everytime something goes wrong 

Cause I can't take it 

Tell me is it me or is it this society 

Cause I can't Take it 

When I look around wanna scream out hit the ground 

Cause I can't take it 

But Im But Im But Im 

Im Working on it, Working on it. 

And they'll do anything 

THING THING THING THING 

Just trying to get a little bit more 

Just Trying to get a little bit more 

And They'll Do anything 

THING THING THING THING 

Oh 

Oh yeah

Just trying to get a little bit more

What’s the song that embodies you? Think about it, maybe you haven’t found it yet or maybe you didn’t know it was your song

A battle to the bitter end. Will I die good or evil?

 I wrote a blog yesterday that took me hours (4 probably) to complete. I still have not posted it. At first, I thought I was simply being lazy. But the more I think about it, the more I realize how much I hate it. I'll tell you why. I have kept two diaries in my entire life. I still have both and I add to one periodically. I have only had these two in my life because I only wrote things down when I needed to be sad or mad and no one was there to listen. Through out the years, I have read the entries in the diaries and I have never finished reading with out crying. It's like I am living through the emotion of those moments all over again. I used to leave my diary around because I wanted someone to read it and give me their impression. Were they offended? Were they sad? Annoyed? Could they even get through it...? Unfortunately, everyone in my life appears to respect boundaries... Go figure. My blog entry yesterday written but never posted...I feel my anger and my despair. I don't want strangers to see that side of me. Many many factors can be perceived entirely different than their intended purpose because someone took a snap judgment. I like to think that I am human enough to embody every emotion. Some of my emotions are darker than I would advertise. I can't explain the flip from good to evil, but I can feel the change in my bones. I know when my not so kind side is breaking free. It's a constant battle. I tried to embrace it several times thinking, it's better to go with the current than against it...I enjoyed it too much. Like the cat who got the canary. The cat catches the canary to eat, but do they really need to play with it before, during and after the little bird's death? They obviously enjoy it.

I'm a strong believer in Karma, that what you put out into the world, you get back 3 fold. Yes, I'm guilty of not doing what I preach. Knowing my rude behavior could warrant me consequences; I still open my mouth and shove my foot in ankle deep. Maybe I like the taste? Maybe your reaction feeds my evil side? Maybe I can't learn? Some people learn the hard way. Are there people who don't learn...by choice? When I was 19, I was working in a retail store while attending a technical college. I'm not gonna lie, I'm can be a drama queen. That technical college was teaming with drama. If only I knew then what I know now...would I still say and do the things that I did? I hope that I'm choosing to learn from my mistakes. But any who, there was a month that was particularly bad. I said and did some things I'm not proud of. I bit my tongue; no big deal. Except the hole kept getting bigger and worse. To the point that I couldn't speak very well and it hurt to speak. I was convinced that my evil tongue was being punished. I worried for days; even tried apologizing and being sincere. I was like a whole new Jen because I feared karma. But like a criminal sorry for getting caught, my tongue healed and I was old Jen again. This was probably the first time I realized that I could control the urge to see others in pain. Not pain in a serial killer way, emotional anguish. People are like sheep to slaughter. So easy to manipulate, easily lead into danger believing there are no wolves. Most of all, the look of surprise when it clicks. This person does not mean me good will. A smart person thinks you are all wolves until you are a sheep. Are you a wolf or lost among the flock? I don't think wolf means evil %100 of the time. Maybe it simply means, you're unplugged from the matrix. Having said that, knowledge is power, and power is easily corruptible. Here, we make the connection to evil. There's a reason Politian’s lie. There's a reason the military has secrets. And there are many reasons why it's best of you shut your eyes, plug your ears and think happy thoughts. Does knowing something change it? Very rarely. So my question to you… why even know? Memory erasers are not yet commercially available. Give it time though. I'm not a conspiracist. I just hear the same rumors you hear and I take from them a sense of fantasy. Did I take the blue pill or the red pill? I can't remember...

Mother, Am I?

Pondering my life since I read a fact about my family, often forgotten, I realize I'm afraid to post. If my blog is uninteresting or boring...it would be better for me not to post. Save this space for better entertainment. What fact? That I come from a long line of narcissism. Is that such a bad thing? People might mistake it for confidence. Isn't being confident a good thing? Pride, self worth, happiness...this can all be under one umbrella. Under a positive light. It's not only the fear of people hating my blog. It has infected my love life. I think I am too selfish to love. Friends, lovers, children...sacrifices need to be made. Some don't feel like much of a sacrifice. Until you're a month in and you realize that you can't remember life before them. You can't remember you...Change is something that happens when you truly want to reach a specific goal. You can not cross every finish line first as you are now because no one is that perfect. I'm ok with not being perfect. It not only gives me an outlet to express my self creatively but it also immensely entertains me.

Me, me, me. The world once evolved around it. Until I met strong enough people to put me in my place. Perhaps I lost those strong traits in the people I abandoned. Did they keep me grounded? Has my world become so about me and the things that I want that I have digressed? I would hate to think that even self centered twits care enough to ask these questions. I once seriously thought about being a mother. My first thought wasn't if I could do it, even if it was everyone elses. Mine was if I would be any good at it. Would she get the life she deserves or suffer my same fate. The apple never falls far from it's tree. As my seed blossoms and I become a tree...it's funny how I see my mother in me more and more. And I think, no child deserves that. I have this same thought with all my relationships. Friends, family...lovers. I can be alone, because when you've seen what I have seen, loneliness is the best road. I would rather wake up every morning alone if it meant that I could stay me. The sane me. The tree that isn't so apple after all. Barren of fruit but full of wisdom. Some paths are best for others.

This isn't sad. Accepting truth, for me, is about moving past the emotions. Realizing that not all truths are kind. I knew a man who introduced me to the phrase: it is what it is. At the time, I spent a lot of time and effort trying to figure out what he meant. I know now that his vagueness was a cover for his deceit. I still took his phrase with me and I use it almost every day. It has become a release from my own internal cage of control. Why this, what that, when, where, how...who! Breathe in-breath out, it is what it is. Simple, carefree, just free. No biggie.

I asked someone recently if they were afraid of getting sick when interacting with patients at a hospital. He said to me that fear is no way to live your life. Every time I write an entry, I learn something new about my self. I am learning that I'm afraid of myself. Many people fear being alone. I fear other things, but summed up, I fear failure. I fear myself failing my own expectations. I expect my self to be sane, on time, reliable but most of all, not to be like her. I want to be me. The me that is not like her. My thoughts are unkind, I know. If I were her, I would feel really sad that my daughters felt this way. I'm so sorry. I am really really sorry. I wish things had turned out differently, however some scars are deeper than to the bone. Some can reach your soul. I don't regret my upbringing. I am who I am. It is done and I am happy. I just want you to know that I am not going to fear posting any more. If you like my words, thank you. If you do not, thank you but let’s talk. I want to be better and your wisdom can take me there. Let's get there together.

On a side note, reading my blog over and over looking for grammar errors and sentences that make no sense, I realize I type exactly how I think. Except thankfully, I don’t type all my mental tangents. Sometimes I feel like a Libra with my head in the clouds, lol. I’m glad that I type my actual thought process. Makes me feel a little less crazy every time I post. Sigh.

I think I am happy... Is this what it feels like?

I had a mini crisis this week, my landlord called me at work and I answered the call. Idiot. You think that after years of bad landlord experiences, I’d learn to not answer their calls, while at work. She dropped some heavy vague double meaning like phrases in our 5 minute chat. Bottom line, be more on top of my recycling and garbage or else. She never said or else and an ultimatum was never mentioned, but vagueness to an over thinker is cruel and unusual torture; especially with Seattle’s “beat around the bush” and “sugarcoat” attitudes. These locals would rather be nice than upfront. It took me a little over a week after that phone call to get my house clean and the trash sorted from the recycling, but I did it!! So I fell a little behind. It’s been a very bad last 6 months and I guess I just stopped caring. Between the car drama and my 25^th birthday (Not listing everything in between like losing two different jobs), I just really gave up on life. At one point, the condition of my house kept me alive. I couldn’t imagine leaving my mess for someone else to clean up. (Watching CSI has shown me that this is a common thought process for most suicidal women.)  I am not publically admitting this because I need help or I am at risk now. I am telling you, my readers, because I over came those obstacles. I used to reach out to close friends and family, but I became that “Oh, she’s at it again. Sorrow fests and fishing for compliments.” I realized that what ever keeps me here needs to come from me. At the end of the day, it’s my reflection that I have to answer to. Talking to my landlord a few days ago, she expressed that she really wanted my place clean for me too. That it could really help improve my mood and make me a happier person. So far, I think she is right. My house smells like apples and I can find socks! Already a huge improvement.

I made some decisions a couple of months ago, cutting my past off from my present. Sometimes, I miss the people I left, and then I think how drama free my life has become. How I am no longer sad or mad all the time. Sometimes I get irritated on the bus…those people really need to learn etiquette. Be aware of your surroundings because unlike other Seattleites, I will say something to your rude behavior. Any who, I just feel better and better everyday. The elevators at my work have been in construction since before I started working there. I work on the 3^rd floor, so at first, it was hard! Especially since I do tasks that require me to frequent the 1^st floor. This last Thursday, the work was completed. I have been in them once and it was because I was running late for my bus and I forgot to post a sign on the 1^st floor. It was a matter of being late or really late. I have to say, I feel so much better the more I climb those stupid stairs. I would really like to continue doing so. There are going to be times when I will have to take the elevator, like when I need to deliver supplies or if my boss is talking to me and I have to follow her. But I know that I will make the right decision. And hopefully, I will make the decision to find an inexpensive gym. I happen to work right next to 24 hr fitness, but good lord. They want my arm and leg in membership fees. And if you are not a member, they really make you suffer. They might as well be asking for my first born. There is always the non-gym working out? Lol…if you know me at all, you know that hell will freeze over before you catch me running around the block every morning. *chuckles* good times. It’s like I always say, you will only catch a Jen running if the last bus is leaving…or if the next bus isn’t for an hour… Even then, it really depends what stores are around and what’s open. :D

I am writing this, because I want you to know that I am finally starting to feel an improvement in my life. I thought I was getting fatter there for a second, but it must have been water weight because my clothes are finally feeling looser. Things are really starting to look up for me. Sakura con was the best event I have ever been to and I think I made some friends. They are pretty funny on face book. It’s nice to have friends that embrace technology… It’s not going away, might as well assimilate. I love my job more and more with each passing day and I think I am really getting the hang of it. I hope that my co-workers feel the same about me. In fact, I am sure they like me as much as I like them. I know that I make a lot of them laugh. Laughing is important. It cures just about any thing you can encounter in a work week. My house is almost clean! If only my sister was here to do a once over. No one gets a house sparkling like she does. But it’s ok, I am hoping to get a maid in here to do a once over. Things that require you to be on your knees, like floor scrubbing and wall wiping. I wasn’t built for that kind of labor… All in all, I feel like the past is finally behind me. I am ready to live my life and I am actually living it! YAHOO! And, best news of all, I actually have energy after work. I get home, I sit down and think, “How late can I be out drinking and still be home in time to get u at 6am?” I used to get home and pass the heck out. Now I just want to be alive. With it getting warmer and sunnier, I may act my age this summer. I would like to go camping, do a bar-b-que, swim and drink a lot. It’s the summer I will actually enjoy! Are you with me? If you got awesome plans this summer, let m know! I want to go too! 

Wisdom of a Younger Odizus

I googled myself a recently and I came across my old Yahoo Answers account from a while back (some from as far back as 3 years ago). I got to reading some of my answers to people’s questions and I thought, “Hey there is solid gold here”. Some of my answers were a little personal (even for me), but as they say, the internet is in ink. I am going to copy and paste the question and then my answer to their question. I hope this entry isn’t toooooo boring for my readers. I really enjoyed it. It's fun to see how thoughts change with time. Would I answer the same way today? Maybe. ;-) 

Question Asked:
Too much on my mind...Help?I’m the black sheep of the familyThere’s a chance I won’t graduateI’m losing friendsI don’t have a talentI’m always telling myself I’m okay and there’s nothing wrong with me and everything will work outI’m not going to kill myselfBut I feel like times running out and my life is going down hill

Odizus Replied:

I felt the same way. I too am a black sheep of my Persian family. A female who talks over a male and says what she wants when she wants, GASP, unheard of. That's just the tip of the ice berg. I also have word vomit syndrome, **** just comes out. Open mouth, insert foot. I was very suicidal in high school. But then I woke up one morning and I decided that there are children in hospitals every day fighting to live and here I am willing to take my own life. How messed up do I have to be, to be that selfish. Might as well go down to the hospital and scream "neener nanner" to those poor kids. Plus I am in America. People lose their lives everyday trying to get to a country I was already born into. Man I have it good.

So I decided to hold off on killing my self to see where things could go from here. When you kill your self, you aren't just hurting your self. You are hurting everyone around you. Sometimes, when I can really be there for a friend or I can do something, someone else couldn't, I think "If I were dead, would this have turned out as well? Would this person have been helped?"

I barely graduated high school and when i did, I was working two dead end min. wage jobs to pay rent. I fed my self by eating the food i served at work, while I was at work. Then one of those stupid technical college commercials came on and I fell for it, hook line and sinker. The only thing my 9 month program did for me, besides bury me in student loan debt, was get my foot in the door. i love my life. i have a great apartment, with a great cat. My bosses are so cool. They even crack open beers at work occasionally. But I would have missed it all if I had followed through in high school.

The best decision I have made was to go through with life. Life is hard because it teaches you lessons you need to survive. Life isn't fair because nothing ever worth having is free. You have to really want it and then work towards getting it. And when you finally have it, all the hardship makes the victory taste so much better. I used to tell myself that the good just isn't worth the bad. But what I forgot is that when you really work hard for the good, though the bad... it does become worth it. Keeping positive people in your life is a big factor. Someone who whines a lot or goes emo all the time is not going to be helpful. You need to be the person you want around you. Wake up in the morning and think "yes, another day to learn something new". Trust me, time will prove me right. And soon, you will enjoy life and this moment you are going through right now, it will all be just a bad memory. Fight for your life and be a survivor. I am rooting for you.

ADDED:
The fact that you posted this shows me that you care that you are declining and you just need a nudge. You can do it. high school sucks for almost everyone, but being adult is so much more fun. Once you get out of that hell hole and find your niche in life, you will be glad you worked so hard now. Don’t' worry about not having friends. I have probably 3 or 4 friends, but there are my best friends. I would take a bullet for anyone of them. Those are the type of friends you want anyways. Not 10,000 face book adds. Just be you and you will attract like minded people eventually. Do the things that make you happy and some kid who likes he same thing, will find that you make a great friend. As far as school goes, talk to your teachers. Tell them you are a little under the weather and you need some help. They want to see you succeed, even if they make it really hard. Pick a teacher you trust and go from there. You don't want to ask the one teacher who hates kids... I'd pick a female as they seem to be more compassionate and understanding to teenage struggle. Where as a man would just say something like "Cowboy up".... pft. Be you. :D

Question Asked:
Just another stupid teacher "crush", but huge age difference?40 years. He is 40 years older than me. Well, that's approximate. Let's just say I'm a very young teenager. He's nearly a senior. I may be considered "mature" for my age, but it still doesn't make sense that I would like him, of all people. Well, maybe it does in a way...
On to the point, I realize there are so many people with crushes on teachers, yet less often is there this much of an age gap. Anyone in a similar situation?1 year ago Report Abuse Additional DetailsOmg. No, no, no. I do not want to attempt taking it further or anything like that. Lol. Trust me; I know how bad that would end up being for both of us.

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It's normal to have teacher crushes. Some women carry that taste for older men into their adult life. Look at Katharine Zeeta Jones and Michael Douglas. HUGE age difference, but they are happy together. Just make sure you don't pursue your teacher, you could get him fired. If you really liked him, why would you want that? I’d rather secretly obsess and cherish the "in class" moments. But then again, I believe a crush is a dream, something unobtainable. Hang in there. When you get to high school, you will find a market for older guys who really like younger girls and I am sure you will find a hottie with a sick ride. :D Just remember, don't go so high in age difference that it causes problems with the law.

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I am attracted to someone else?A few weeks ago I wrote in about my boyfriend who asked me to marry him 3 yrs ago and we've been together for 6 yrs. Well we have talked about it and the answer he gave me was not the one I wanted. I still love him but I don't feel as close to him. I have been going over to my bothers allot here lately and he has this friend that is living there right now and I am really attracted to him and I find myself flirting with him. I have thought that other guys where attractive but I have never thought anything about them or of it but this guy I find myself thinking about him and it's like I can't wait to talk to him again. I feel really guilty about it but at the same time I don't. So my question is is this normal or not to be attracted to someone else while in relationship?

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It sounds like you and your current man have grown apart. It would look so horrible if you dumped one and went for the other; however you need to follow your heart. When life throws huge a fork in my road, I repeat the question I want answered over and over again before i go to bed. When I wake up in the morning, I feel like I have a better sense of direction on the correct road. I can't tell you what to do, but I can tell you a little about my best friend.

She has been with the same man off and on again for 8 years. She has gone through the very same thing you are and she always goes back to her man in the end. They were engaged and then not and so on. Currently they are off, but both she and he can not go a day with out talking about the other.

I am telling you this because she hurt a lot of random men on her road with her man. She would get attracted to someone else and pursue them only to leave them high and dry for her first love. Not because she is a bad person, but she can not see that she and her man have grown apart. She is one of those people that think they can still make him a man worthy of her. Don't fall into that trap. If it doesn't work now, will it ever work? Think hard about it and I hope that you make the best decision for you. G'Luck.

And yes, I have told her what I am saying now. But love it blind. Can you see clearly?

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Persuasive paper...needs ideas for topics..?Please no boring, overused topics such as abortion, death penalty etc.Something different and exciting!

Odizus Replied:

There are two different types of persuasive research papers; ANALYTICAL (uses evidence to analyze facets of an issue) or ARGUMENTATIVE (uses evidence to attempt to convince the reader of your particular stance on a debatable topic).

When I was in school people always choose abortion or teen pregnancy. I really wanted to step out of the box, so i wrote a paper on why the Brothers Grimm are the greatest story tellers of all time, which was my belief that I wanted to convey to others. I would not touch the topic of President Bush, the war, or the Twin Towers with a fifty foot stick though. And religion is always a bad road to go down.

You can technically write about anything, just as long as you can prove that it is something you believe, and that you want to persuade others to see your point of view.

You can write about how bubbles are the greatest invention since sliced bread. I suggest something funny. After 50 papers on teen pregnancy and abortion, your teacher will appreciate the levity.

G'Luck

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Has anyone got any good ideas for a sci-fi story?Anything sci-fi-ish
It's a short story, btw

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You hear stories all the time about the last man on earth, but what about the last women. So she has the ability to make humans again, but with out a male, how would she try? Maybe that's too far?

Parallel universe, and the effects on human evolution should something have occurred very differently in one of the many disputed ways that we came to "be".

The opposite of the matrix, say we woke up in desolation, only to find out the real world is the earth we know now, but finding out and getting to it is the risk.

Going to bed human waking up robot and the adventure to find out which one is reality and which one was the dream.

I will think more on this and get back to you. :-D

Edited in: Mine is sci-fi-y, I think, as an avid sci fi channel watcher, I was close; Even if the stories aren't that original. I am kind of more into magical and Wicca stories, like Anne Rice's Mayfair chronicles...

Ok, the sun is too hot for us to go near it now, say we develop technology to get close to it, and find that there is an entire species of human with the ability to live there. OR even just a creature of some sort. What could live on a climate so hot that Futurama throws a city sized garbage ball at the sun? There is a very high possibility that I was watching this episode of Futurama at the time and lost train of thought mid sentence... because this idea makes no sense at all, lol! 

Or, take the trees from lord of the rings. Say we are living our lives as normal and one day nature wakes up like those trees and decides to start a war with the human raise for obvious reasons? This answer is 3 years old, way before I had ever heard of the movie "The Happening." Just so you know. 

Or, say we find out what the pyramids really were for, in this day and age, when the creators finally come back to claim the gold we were supposed to be collected over a time period of 33 (x so many thousands, ten or hundred or something) ... a thought.

The world really does end in 2012 like some conspiracy theorist say, and it ends so ironically, or unlike any other way we could have really imagined. Out of the normal realm.

Any who, these are just a few of the questions I answered and only the ones voted "best answer". I really enjoy helping people out. I wanted to be a psychologist when I was little, but life just happens differently sometimes. I think I would enjoy studying people and finding better ways to exist. I can do that as a side hobby though. Live my life to the best of my ability and hope that I am inspiring others along the way. If not, then I will find another life mission. Life is simply a series of moments. Where one door closes, another one is still open. (I know the saying is a "and another door opens, but I like to think other open doors are always on the table of options rather than thinking that I was only given this option because another one was taken away. That's a depressing thought.) As much as I would like the world to be black and white, it's a whole lot of grey area. 

Do you know why we have eyes in the front of our faces? So we are looking forward to the future rather than behind us, our past. Don't give your self whip lash living in past! Go forward! 

Pre-Work Discovery or Walking Epiphany?

I have been studying my self the last 48 hours or so and I think I can explain high school. I was a capital B. No way around it. But I think it has a lot to do with too high levels of serotonin and lack of sleep. I decided to mess up my sleep schedule this weekend and live out my youth while I still had some left… Big mistake. I now feel evil 24/7. I want to kick dogs, reprimand rude teens, curse ( :-0 ), snap at any one slower than me at any given moment… it’s like a flash back to high school and my early 20’s. Back when I wasn’t sleeping. Now in my old age, I sleep 12 or more hours a day. But I am nicer. Smiling, fake curse words, more willing to wait…less likely to kick a barking dog in its intrusive noise maker!
 
TANGENT: I’m sorry, but I’m a cat person… down with dogs! And… I have never kicked a dog and I won’t unless one attacks me because dog owners are super scary. I had a dog owner friend and someone did kick her dog and she went ape shiza on them. It was a learning experience for me.
 
Any who, I just wondering if there is some other way to deplete serotonin? I feel great when it’s gone, but I have to deal with the side effects of the “treatment”. Not always fun during or after. I am a control freak of my behaviors and really, the “treatment” takes away my brain’s decisions and acts on my instincts or whims. Lame. Sure, I see fluffy things in real life that I would love to caress them until they are no longer fluffy; However, I slap my hand and act like I was stretching. Not the case when you are on the “treatment”. It’s like inhibitions and reason, out the window. The goal: be the normal crazy, not the “given the creeped out look” crazy.
 
TANGENT: Since the word crazy came up, I just need to vent about the 12 year old I saw get on the bus that I wanted to kick in the head. Obviously, he wasn’t 12 because he got off the bus at the community college, but he had a high pitched voice and would have a very hard time getting into a bar. What, I said it! Also, he was not attractive really and his clothes didn’t fit for his more round physic. Normally, I wouldn’t need to describe the person I am talking about, but I think it’s relevant for this tale. So, nosey Nelly Jen peeks over the seat as he is texting someone and it reads, verbatim: “I love crazy people though. They are always the horniest.” I just about ripped out my headphones and said: “Look virgin, as if you could get laid, crazy people have standards too and you are bottom of the bucket.” This experience has made me want to stop texting in public… Plus everyone knows that crazy people aren’t necessarily the horniest, they are just the best in the sack. Hollar! Lol… kidding… or was I?
 
The urge to call in sick to work this morning was strong. But what do you say over the phone, “Hi, it’s Jen, I’m really grumpy and I don’t want to get fired, so I’m calling in sick, thanks!” Heck to the no. You grab the strongest cup of coffee you find, you zombie walk into work and you fake smile until it’s not fake any more. Even if it hurts *Shakes fist at ceiling* rent doesn’t pay it self, unfortunately. I like to raise the octave in my voice. People think I have a great phone voice but really, I have just done my research. Studies prove that men find high voices sexier and women find them friendlier. Unless you are me and then you find them annoying. I went through a stage where I would hang up on customer service people until I got a man. They don’t socialize over the phone, they are blunt and they are more willing to “make an exception” because they don’t want to deal with a lot of drama or paper work. I hear ya brother, power to the man powered work force! Woot woot! But in all seriousness, I save the low tones for my non professional life so I can keep a job. People don’t like grumpy or unhappy people. They want to feel like you improved their day. Welcome to Seattle. I wonder how different New York really is. *Ponders*
 
Well this concludes another post by Jen. I wish I could post more, but 1. This is more time consuming than it looks and 2. Inspiration baby, I need it in spades.
 
Happy Tuesday because it’s not Monday any more!