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120 Things

January 12, 2009
  1. I don’t really like people in general as much as I put on.
  2. I hate my job more for its lack of purpose than I do for its politics and drama
  3. I really hate Greenville and feel like I’ve regressed 10 years since living here
  4. I’m afraid of driving extremely long distances alone
  5. I’m afraid to move too far away from “home” for lack of a support system
  6. I’m just going through the motions in graduate school because I feel like I need the degree, but I’m not necessarily passionate about working on it.
  7. I get cold and hot flashes and I’m only 22
  8. I feel like I’ve accomplished nothing worth while thus far in life. Everything I’ve done was “expected”
  9. I never step too far out of my comfort zone for fear of failure
  10. I’m SCARED to death of failing at anything
  11. Sometimes really bad thunder storms scare me…if I’m alone
  12. I find I like being alone more than I like being around large groups of people
  13. I often make things more difficult than they should be because I’m stubborn
  14. I try to eat as healthy as I can, but sometimes it frustrates me to even try
  15. I often use food and alcohol as an emotional pain relief
  16. I confide more in this blog than I do to actual people because I don’t think people really care to listen
  17. I don’t really trust anyone 100%, not even my parents
  18. I don’t really have one “best friend” but more like a close circle of friends where no one outshines the other one….two in particular I can always count on to be there when I need them most.
  19. I’m judgmental at times, but so is everyone else, even if they don’t admit it.
  20. I really don’t have a “plan” after I graduate.
  21. Yes, I like rock music
  22. I’m scared to be alone for too long
  23. I’m hurt behind the fact that I never see my roommate anymore.
  24. I’m more so angry at him for leaving because we have to get another roommate to replace him, not for the reason that he left. What he does with his life isn’t any of my business anyway.
  25. I don’t feel smart….or as smart as people make me out to be
  26. I don’t really believe people when they give me compliments
  27. I sometimes feel obligated to do things for people I can’t stand just to get things out of them that I want
  28.  I can be just as mean as I am nice, I just don’t openly show that side of myself as often
  29. I’m extremely paranoid
  30. I think I liked him for all of the wrong reasons
  31. I seriously doubt my boss is anywhere near as busy as she claims.
  32. I believe in GOD and the bible, but I don’t think of myself as ”religious”
  33. I get jealous over stupid shit, but I try to hide it.
  34. I really only lie about how i’m feeling to make certain situations not look so bad
  35. I wish my mom wouldn’t build a shrine to me in her house or at her job
  36. I hate reunions these days because I have nothing new to talk about
  37. Although I’ve casually dated here and there in the past two years I really don’t think I have the sanity or tolerance for any sort of legitimate relationship
  38. I hate bananas, but buy them with hopes of hiding them in other foods to get my iron up.
  39. I have an “artistic” side, but rarely show it for fear of rejection
  40. I don’t really think my boss fired my coworker because of budget cut backs
  41. I’m shy only because I like to get a feel for people before revealing any part of myself to them
  42. I don’t tend to shed light on my “secrets” even when people ask
  43. I don’t like talking to my coworkers about my personal life because I feel like their judging me.
  44. Every club I’ve been in, in college has been an obligation from a friend who wants to start it or maintain it.
  45. I don’t miss college band nearly as much as I miss high school band
  46. I never really liked that many people in college band aside from my group of friends
  47. I think the vast majority of people who have lived in this town for a while are closet racists.
  48. I think Obama will be a good president, but will be extremely underrated because of the economy and bitter McCain supporters
  49. I sleep with a stuffed animal as a security blanket
  50. I own a betta fish because I wanted to get a cat, but my apartment doesn’t allow furry animals
  51. I never liked her because I believe she’s a manipulative person
  52. I’m invited to two weddings this spring/summer and I really am less than thrilled to go because it just reminds me of how old I’m getting and how I’m no where close to getting married
  53. I forced myself to befriend new people this year because my group of friends from last year split up.
  54. I want to exercise more, but I’m afraid of being judged.
  55. I really don’t like eating out, it just seems food always has to be involved for people to want to get together these days whenever there’s a gathering
  56. I’m an only child and aside from attention my parents never bought me things that weren’t necessities. They just spoiled me with attention.
  57. I have a feeling I might be legitimately sick, but I’m too lazy/afraid to go to the doctor
  58. I’ve never had the urge to do drugs regardless of how great the high is
  59. I think overly religious people are confused
  60. I like having deep conversations, but not necessarily about myself
  61. I feel like my lack of enthusiasm diminishes daily
  62. I want to be a writer, but I don’t think any of my material is good enough to be published
  63. I really only picked my Master’s program because of Joseph…I’m no where near as excited about it as he is/was.
  64. I really don’t think my friends from different groups like each other as much as they put on
  65. I rarely have nights where I sleep without waking up
  66. I’m always tired
  67. I sometimes wonder if I really make my parents proud
  68. If you haven’t noticed from reading some of these, I’m not as happy as I need to be.
  69. I regret a lot of things in my past
  70. I’m not a confident public speaker
  71. I’m an English major and I misspell, comma splice, dangle modifiers, write fragments and run-on sentences daily. I didn’t do well in grammar because I never went to class.
  72. “text message” lingo through email or every day conversations annoy me–particularly from educated people.
  73. I sometimes text message people because I don’t care to have a legitimate conversation with them
  74. IT REALLY PISSES ME OFF when I take the time to write/call/text someone and they don’t acknowledge it.
  75. I like listening to the rain, it soothes me
  76. I feel like a put a lot into friendships and don’t always receive the same effort back in return (from some friends).
  77. I think it is possible to really love someone without it being sexual.
  78. I think my coworkers expectations of me are a little too high most of the time
  79. I care more about times and deadlines than I do about quality and that’s bad
  80. I make an effort to be on time to everything, unless it’s out of my control
  81. I sometimes wish I could revert back to childhood, then maybe I’d appreciate how easy and stress-free life was back then
  82. I really think being in this part of NC is killing my spirit
  83. I believe everything happens for a reason and things are pre-determined
  84. I’m not as innocent and pure as everyone may think
  85. I swear like a sailor because I have a hard time expressing my frustrations in a respectable manner
  86. I’ve been angry enough to punch a wall more times than I’m willing to admit, but I’ve yet to actually go forth with it yet
  87. There has been a guy that I wouldn’t mind busting the windows out his car…
  88. I understand a lot of things in life, but that doesn’t mean I accept it or believe in it
  89. I’m often times misquoted and I don’t even put forth an effort to fix it
  90. I don’t think I was any happier last year this time than I am now
  91. I like befriending guys more than girls because their easier to talk to and don’t initially judge you as much
  92. I don’t smile a lot because I always have about a million thoughts running through my head at a time
  93. I’m honestly bored with my life right now
  94. I like people like Dean because I see a lot of myself in him. He reminds me how to make lemonade out of lemons–in relation to life. He also gives me courage to write again.
  95. I try not to write too many personal events concerning other people on my blog, but some days I could give a shit less and write it anyway
  96. I think that entire situation messed up our friendship for life and I don’t care enough to fix it anymore.
  97. I dread waking up every morning that I’m in Greenville
  98. Yes, I think I lusted after him for the idea of it and not the substance or quality.
  99. I don’t try nearly as hard as I could in school…I never have…and probably never will.
  100. I find myself not giving a shit a lot even in times where I really should
  101. I hate running into people that I know in stores because then I feel obligated to speak to them
  102. ICU units scare me
  103. I can’t stand BET and how ignorant it makes black people look
  104. I spent way too much money on people for Christmas this year
  105. It was good seeing my dad’s family, but their really dysfunctional and I can see why he is the way he is.
  106. I often put on a front to appear more likeable than I really would be otherwise
  107. I look forward to his emails everyday because they make me smile
  108. I hate talking on the phone because I never know what to say
  109. People who can’t think for themselves aggravate the hell out of me
  110. People who can’t do things for themselves (that are capable of doing things for themselves) aggravate the hell out of me.
  111. I rarely put myself out there because I don’t want to be taken advantage of
  112. I make a lot of sacrifices/adjustments for those I care about
  113. I’m not really a fan of facebook, but in some cases it seems to be the only way to get through to people
  114. I sometimes get revenge by guilt tripping people
  115. I rarely remember any of my dreams
  116. I live more in my own head than I do in reality
  117. The most hurtful thing you can do to me is not to show appreciation for something I’ve done for you because chances are I put a lot of effort into it
  118. I’m more verbal through email than I am in person…just ask Joseph
  119. I usually don’t bring things to people’s attention that bother me until I’m at my breaking point as far as patience.
  120. I eliminated about 10 of these because they were too specfic to certain aspects or people in my life.

 

And She Spoke….

August 26, 2008

I’m not traditionally political, but something about this [2008] election has really pulled me in and made me realize that regardless of who you plan on voting for, voting is indeed very important. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’ve exercised my right to vote since the tender age of 18, but never had I paid so much attention to the “issues” as I have recently. I guess I didn’t believe it really mattered. To me you were either Republican or Democratic, but it’s so much more than just having an affiliation with a party. It’s about what change you want for the country.

 

 Below is Michelle Obama’s DNC speech held last night.

 

Now, I almost went to sleep last night and completely wrote off the entire hubbub of a convention. I assumed it would bore me to tears, and I’d make better use of my time watching the backs of my eye lids. Also, already being an Obama supporter, I didn’t see the point in watching it to become (further) persuaded. But this speech was well worth my lack of sleep (and anyone who knows me knows I don’t compromise sleep for anyone).  Even after a long hard day of work and school, it was worth it to sit on the edge of my bed with ruffled hair and backs under my eyes, amazingly inspired by someone who just may be our next first lady. She spoke with such ease and passion. She seemed so calm, just like she was speaking to you and me. At times I forgot she was legitimately making a speech at the Democratic National Convention. I was just in awe by her and her entire family.

 

Even if you aren’t an Obama supporter, after listening to Michelle Obama, you have to admit that she has a way with words that just touches your heart. Maybe I’ll tune in to the rest of the convention now. Who knows, maybe there will be more moving speeches like the one above.

 

I sense real change is coming…

Random Facts

August 14, 2008
 

I pulled this from a fellow blog post I read a few days ago and figured I’d snatch it. It held my interest enough during my lunch breakthe other day. At least I learned a few things.

 

 

A polar bear’s skin is black. Its fur is not white, but actually clear.         

Stewardesses is the longest word typed with only the left hand.

Shakespeare invented the words “assassination” and “bump.”     
If you keep a goldfish in the dark room, it will eventually turn white.

Women blink nearly twice as much as men.

Right-handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left-handed people do.                                         

The names of the continents all end with the same letter with which they start.

Your stomach has to produce a new layer of mucus every two weeks or it will digest itself.

The dot over the letter “i” is called a tittle.

A raisin dropped in a glass of fresh champagne will bounce up and down continuously from the bottom of the glass to the top.

A duck’s quack doesn’t echo. No one knows why.

On average, 12 newborns will be given to the wrong parents daily!

Donald Duck comics were banned from Finland because he doesn’t wear pants.

There are no words in the dictionary that rhyme with orange, purple and silver.

The name Wendy was made up for the book “Peter Pan”. There was never a recorded Wendy before

The very first bomb dropped by the Allies on Berlin in World War 2 killed the only elephant in the Berlin Zoo.

If one places a tiny amount of liquor on a scorpion, it will instantly go mad and sting itself to death.

Bruce Lee was so fast that they actually had to s-l-o-w the film down so you could see his moves. That’s the opposite of the norm.

The phrase “rule of thumb” is derived from an old English law which stated that you couldn’t beat your wife with anything wider than your thumb.

By raising your legs slowly and laying on your back, you cannot sink into quicksand.

Charlie Chaplin once won third prize in a Charlie Chaplin look-alike contest.

Chewing gum while peeling onions will keep you from crying.

Sherlock Holmes NEVER said “Elementary, my dear Watson“.

The Guinness Book of Records holds the record for being the book most often stolen from Public Libraries.
Astronauts are not allowed to eat beans before they go into space because passing wind in a spacesuit damages them.
Bats always turn left when exiting a cave!!
The first couple to be shown in bed together on prime time TV were Fred and Wilma Flintstone.

Coca-Cola was originally green.

Every day more money is printed for Monopoly than the US Treasury.

Men can read smaller print than women can; women can hear better.
The state with the highest percentage of people who walk to work: Alaska ßthank you mythbusters =]
 
 

 

The percentage of Africa that is wilderness: 28%
The percentage of North America that is wilderness: 38%
The cost of raising a medium-size dog to the age of eleven: $6,400
 

 

The average number of people airborne over the US any given hour: 61,000
Intelligent people have more zinc and copper in their hair.
The world’s youngest parents were 8 and 9 and lived in China in 1910. ßnot true! There was a 5 year old who had a baby
The youngest pope was 11 years old.

The first novel ever written on a typewriter: Tom Sawyer.

Those San Francisco Cable cars are the only mobile National Monuments.

111,111,111 x 111,111,111 = 12,345,678,987,654,321

If a statue in the park of a person on a horse has both front legs in  the air, the person died in battle. If the horse has one front leg in the air the person died as a result of wounds received in battle. If the horse has all four legs on the ground, the person died of natural causes.

Only two people signed the Declaration of Independence on July 4th, John Hancock and Charles Thomson. Most of the rest signed on August 2, but the last signature wasn’t added until 5 years later. 

“I am.” is the shortest complete sentence in the English language.

Hershey’s Kisses are called that because the machine that make them looks like it’s kissing the conveyor belt.
No NFL team which plays its home games in a domed stadium has ever won a Super bowl.
The only two days of the year in which there are no professional sports games (MLB, NBA, NHL, or NFL) are the day before and the day after the Major League all-stars Game.
In Shakespeare’s time, mattresses were secured on bed frames by ropes. When you pulled on the ropes the mattress tightened, making the bed Firmer to sleep on. Hence the phrase “goodnight, sleep tight”.

It was the accepted practice in Babylon 4,000 years ago that for a month after the wedding, the bride’s father would supply his son-in-law with all the mead he could drink. Mead is a honey beer and because their calendar was lunar based, this period was called the honey month or what we know today as the honeymoon.

 

In English pubs, ale is ordered by pints and quarts. So in old England, when customers got unruly, the bartender would yell at them mind their own pints and quarts and settle down. It’s where we get the phrase “mind your P’s and Q’s”
Many years ago in England, pub frequenters had a whistle baked into the rim or handle of their ceramic cups. When they needed a refill, they used the whistle to get some service. “Wet your whistle” is the phrase inspired
by this practice.
In ancient England a person could not have sex unless you had consent of the King (unless you were in the Royal Family). When anyone wanted to have a baby, they got consent of the King, the King gave them a placard that
they hung on their door while they were having sex. The placard had F.U.C.K. (Fornication Under Consent of the King) on it.
In Scotland, a new game was invented. It was entitled Gentlemen Only Ladies Forbidden…. and thus the word GOLF entered into the English language.

Q. What occurs more often in December than any other month?
A. Conception.
 

Q. What separates “60 Minutes,” on CBS from every other TV show?
A. No theme song

Q. Half of all Americans live within 50 miles of what?
A. Their birthplace.
Q. Most boat owners name their boats. What is the most popular boat name requested?
A. Obsession
Q. If you were to spell out numbers, how far would you have to go until you would find the letter “A”?
A. One thousand
Q. What do bulletproof vests, fire escapes, windshield wipers, and laserprinters all have in common?
A. All invented by women.

Q. What is the only food that doesn’t spoil?
A. Honey

Q. There are more collect calls on this day than any other day of the year?
A. Father’s Day

Q. What trivia fact about Mel Blanc (voice of Bugs Bunny) is the Most ironic?
A. He was allergic to carrots.

Q. What is an activity performed by 40% of all people at a party?
A. Snoop in your medicine cabinet.

Dragon boat racing is the 8th most popular sport in the world!

998 million people play Volleyball

If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days you would have produced enough energy to heat a cup of coffee.

Banging your head off a wall uses 150 calories an hour!

There are more plastic lawn flamingos in the US than real ones.

Chickens can’t swallow while they are upside down.

There are more chickens in the world than people.

A typist fingers travel over 12 and a half miles in an average day.

2,500 left handers die each year using products designed for right handers.

The Roman Catholic Church did not acknowledge that the earth revolves around the sun until the mid 1990’s.

The average life span of an umbrella is under two years.

The world’s most common non-contagious disease is tooth-decay

The only words in the English language to contain two “U’s” back to back are: vacuum, residuum, and continuum.

The only word in the English language to contain three back to back double letter combinations is; Bookkeeper.

The first non-human to win an Oscar was Mickey Mouse.

Pi has been calculated to over 2,260,321,363 digits.

A can of SPAM™ is opened every 4 seconds.
The McDonald’s™ at Toronto’s ‘SkyDome’ is the only McDonald’s™ location that sells hot dogs.

An ostrich egg would take four hours to hard boil.
The left leg of a chicken is more tender than the right one.

A novel with 50,000 words, none of which contained the letter ‘E’ was written by Ernest Wright.
You consume one tenth calories when you lick a stamp.

A donkey will sink in quick sand, while a mule will not.

Every year more people are killed by donkeys, than in aircraft crashes.

The average speed of Heinz™ ketchup leaving the bottle is 25 miles per year.

In an average day, a four year old child will ask 437 questions. 

4,000 people are injured by tea pots every year.

Little more than half of the people living in the U.S. would rather fold, than wad their toilet paper.

The short phrases of organ music played at a baseball game is called a tucket.

Dungarees is another word for Denim

If a word has two consecutive vowels, and both are pronounced, a diaeresis [dy-AIR-ih-sis] is used. Diaeresis are two dots over a vowel. Example: ä or ö. For instance; the word noel. Noel is actually spelled Noël. This is used in English, though it is not commonly written.

Gibraltar is the only place in Europe were you can find wild monkeys.

Every year, the moon moves 1/2 an inch further from the earth.

In 1977, George Willig was fined $1.10 for climbing the World Trade Center building.

There are only 18 countries richer than Bill Gates

There have been fewer people below 2km in sea than have been on the moon

In 50 million years, it is likely that Mars will have a ring around it.

A deltiologist is someone who collects postcards

One million $1 bills weighs 1 ton

People descended from the Scottish clan of Kerr are more likely to be left handed than any other ancestral group.

The shortest war ever recorded lasted only 38 minutes. (Britain vs. Zanzibar in 1896)

Despite a population of over a billion, China has only about 200 family names. 

If you told someone that they were one in a million, you’d be saying there were 1,800 of them in China

In 1892, Italy raised the minimum age for marriage for girls to 12

In downtown Lima, Peru, there is a large brass statue dedicated to Winnie-the-Pooh.

In space you cannot cry because there is no gravity to make the tears flow

In the Scottish Hebrides, an island is defined as being an island only if it is big enough to sustain 1 sheep

New York City has 570 miles of shoreline

Olympus Mons is the largest volcano in our solar system

Q is the only letter in the alphabet that does not appear in the name of any of the United States.

The Boston University Bridge is the only place in the world where a boat can sail under a train driving under a car driving under an airplane.

The Eisenhower interstate system requires that one mile in every five must be straight. These straight sections are usable as airstrips in times of war or other emergencies

The most remote island in the world is Tristan da Cunha, which is above the subantartic zone

The number of births in India each year is greater than the entire population of Australia.

The smallest ‘country’ in the world to have its own top-level domain name is Norfolk Island, off the coast of Australia.

The surface speed record on the moon is 10.56 miles per hour. It was set in a lunar rover.

There is a city called Rome in every continent.

Two objects have struck the earth with enough force to destroy a whole city. Each object, one in 1908 and again in 1947, struck regions of Siberia. Not one human being was hurt either time.

Up to three thousand species of trees have been cataloged in square mile of the Amazon jungle.

We are in the middle of an ice age. Ice ages include both cold and warm periods; at the moment we are experiencing a relatively warm span of time known as an interglacial period. Geologists believe that the warmest part of this period occurred from 1890 through 1945 and that since 1945 things have slowly begun freezing up again.

A jogger’s heel strikes the ground 1,500 times per mile.

A man named Charles Osborne had the hiccups for 69 years.

A red-haired man is more likely to go bald than anyone else

 

 

 

 

The Conventions of Blogging Part Duex.

August 12, 2008

I’ll admit my feathers were a little ruffled when I received a string of reasons of why I should follow ‘the conventions of blogging’….I guess I felt personally attacked or sought out for no reason. After speaking with a friend of mine [broken over several email, text and phone conversations] I am getting on a grasp on what he was trying to communicate to me…well, I suppose. If I missed the point again, oh well, I tried.

 

Anyway, after careful consideration & intense boredom over a 15 hour day of flying, I decided to take a friend’s advice and read up of the principals of blogging. I typically do not dive into academic reading [unless it is directly related to school since it directly concerns my major], but I needed a mental challenge. Plus being on planes for the better part of the day required some serious entertainment outside of watching the clouds roll by.

 

I believe the first article my friend gave me was entitled:

Blogging as a Social Action; A Genre Analysis of the Weblog [http://blog.lib.umn.edu/blogosphere/blogging_as_social_action.html]. Although this academic article was very informative in discussing the origins of the blog, its characteristics, and a detailed analysis of the genre, it didn’t particularly tell me anything that I wasn’t already personally aware of. It was very informative though, I give it that. Yes, I agree with the article in saying that even as unconventional as blogs are, they still have conventions—only as far as things like blogs typically discuss certain topics or tell a story [through words or pictures], typically have one more authors, can be found on the internet and may have a date…all of those academic bulleted points…I’m sure if time permitted, I was in school and generally cared to write a thesis on this, I’d go on, but I’ll save anyone the boredom.

 

On the flip side though, everyone’s blogs are different. They are a personal form of expression and that is all I’ve been trying to drill into anyone’s heads since day one. You cannot tell someone that their blog has to be in chronological order [although it would be more user friendly in some environments], or has to have a certain amount of posts per page, or even follow a specific theme or color scheme. It needs to be up to the writer and what they feel comfortable with. They are personal forms of expression that open the reader’s eyes to just who the writer is as a person. Blogs are a place for the writer to openly express themselves freely.

 

I know from personal experience that I communicate better through my writing than I can through words. It’s just a simple fact. I feel more comfortable discussing the ins and outs of my life on a blog as opposed to stumbling through an awkward conversation with friends over the specific details of my life. I’m more likely to fully explain in that way than in person. I don’t particularly care to have a world-wide fan base either, in fact I  prefer to have a few close few who generally care about my well-being outside of an internet site to read my posts here and there.

 

My friend also gave me a book concerning how to write a successful blog. I read this one on my flight back from Mexico. I’ll admit I didn’t read it cover to cover, but I did read specific chapters that I found personally appealing [how to make a blog user-friendly, how to market your blog, how to make money, write with the assumption that even your grandmother may read your blog, etc.] I found the book to be useful in brushing up this hobby of mine. It helped with opening my eyes to little house-keeping things without being extremely demanding or compromising of my freedom of expression.

 

So there, I took time out of my life to sit down and humble myself. While yes, doing this did open my eyes to some new ideas, I think I’ll continue to just write as I’ve been writing….with no particular purpose or goal other than clearing my mind.

 

With that being said, onward to blogging!

 

And to my friend: The offer still stands to try out a little blogging, I’m sure you’ll fall in love with it

PS: I realize certain parts of the html transferred horribly from ms word—but I don’t care to dive in a change it.

The Foreigner

August 11, 2008

 

I was a foreigner.

For 9 whole days I was a foreigner. I didn’t speak the language, understand the routine or even get the culture, but I managed, adjusted and came out stronger in the end.

Last week this time I found myself in the beautiful Puerta Vallarta, Mexico, a tiny little metropolitan beach city on the west coast that sits right off the Pacific Ocean in southwestern Mexico.

Going down there, I had no real expectations (aside from maybe having a little tequila). Truth be told I was over worked, over stressed and generally killing myself with life’s petty little blunders [and I’ve barely dived into my 20’s]. I just needed an escape from reality, and some sort of peaceful hiding where no one could ever find me and I could reprogram my brain to better handle life. And Puerto Vallarta was the perfect place.

 

Villa del Palmar

Villa del Palmar

Little is openly known about the city, unfortunately most Americans/Canadians know little about Mexico (outside of Cancun and maybe Mexico City). When my mother told me that’s where she and my father were taking me [as a graduation gift] my first reaction was, “What’s in Mexico?” I couldn’t for the life of me figure out just what was so damn special about Mexico and assumed the entire vacation would be a bust, but I was wrong.

Mexico [in general] is a beautiful country rich with flourishing greenery, deep green and blue water, warm tropical climate, white rocky-sandy shores, breath-taking mountains and thriving exotic wild life [oh and it’s humid as hell]. Unfortunately, even in all of its beauty and tourist attractions, Mexico is still a country full of poverty. Most of the people only get paid $5 a day [or so we were told]. Which is something to the tune of $165…which is practically nothing in American economy, but they survive. As a tourist you forget that as you sit at your all inclusive resort, sipping on your free pina coladas [and they were oh so tasty], and having your own personal mariachi band play la musical de amor, all while you bask in all of your uppity foreign glory…so ok the last part about the band and music were totally made up, but you get the picture.

 

on our tour of the jungle

on our tour of the jungle

Let’s get to the bottom line here. Inside the resort my parents and I stayed at was top notch [Villa del Palmar http://www.villadelpalmarvallarta.com/]. Everyone generally spoke English and everything we could ever need was available at the push of a button or a stroll down the stairs. Step 5 to 10 minutes outside the resort and the world as we knew it completely changed. It was actually somewhat disturbing…we saw people digging out of trash-cans, dogs and cats looking like they were on their death beds as they attempted to capture some bit of shade, and little village kids handing us exotic flowers in return for money.

We decided to walk everywhere we needed to go in order to save money [we walked an average of 8-10 miles a day depending upon where we needed to go]. Traffic is horrible in Vallarta, yet not many of the citizens even own cars. In fact, most of them use public transportation [partially because gas is the American eq. of $4-$9 a gallon depending upon where you go]. A good bulk of the traffic congestion was from tourists, buses and taxies.

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traffic

traffic

Obviously outside of the resort everyone speaks Spanish. The locals know a little bit of English, but it is typically broken English only relating to money [cost of an item, tips, etc.]. Outside of that, don’t expect too much of a conversation unless you are speaking to a tour guide or someone trying to sell you a timeshare [more on this later]. Even with my 6 years of Spanish [2 years in high school, 4 in college], there were still certain things that I couldn’t figure out how to say which left me feeling stupid. There were times when we had major communication flaws simply because we couldn’t connect, but then again how selfish of us to feel that they need to speak our language for our own selfish benefits. For the majority of our stay, I had no problem getting around. It was like all of my Spanish lessons fluently came back at once! It was actually kind of cool to be the interrupter of my parents. I even had a few vague conversations with a few people we met.

Now down to the not so kosher part of Mexico. The one thing that actually irked my nerves, [I’m going to warn you so that it doesn’t happen to you if you ever decide to visit a commercialized area of Mexico]. If anyone approaches you about tourism, or a free taxi ride, or things to do in town [particularly at the airport or on a street corner or tequila shop] TELL THEM YOU ARE LEAVING THAT DAY AND THAT YOU ARE NOT INTERESTED, otherwise you may find yourself in timeshare hell. Timeshares are a nice way of saying you own a part [just like the other thousands of people that go there] of a really nice resort and can stay there for 5 weeks out of the year for a small fee. My parents own two [that is how we were able to go to Mexico]. Anyway, you may say, oh, “but they are offering me money, free rides, free tickets to tours, and they seem so nice, why would I pass this up for a 90 minute presentation?” I don’t care how poor you are, nothing is worth those presentations. And they don’t give two shits about you; they only see dollar signs when they look at you. First off they are not 90 minutes…more like 6 hours [which kills half a day of your vacation]. They generally serve you free breakfast [which is not free because YOU have to tip the wait staff ALL of the wait staff], then they high pressure sell you for about 2 hours where you are told what you can and cannot afford based on your income [like they are inside of your head], they take you on a tour of the property [which will be ten times nicer than anything you could ever afford] and lastly after several failed attempts they hand you your free “gifts” in frustration [their not really free—you still have to tip and pay for extras like your lunch] and send you on your merry way. My family went on three of these while in Mexico, I declined the last one because I refused to subject myself to such a wasteful day.

Apparently tourism is Mexico’s number two cash cow, and I can see why. They make a decent profit off of tourists.

A few more things to point out before wrapping up this entry…after being in Mexico for a week, I truly believe that a lot of Mexicans see American/Canadians as being wealthy [which is a stereotype because I am quiet the opposite]. I kid you not, everywhere we went/everything that we did required a tip to someone or another, or someone randomly husslin’ jewelry, fruit, chickens [?]…

example of true husslin'

example of true husslin'

 

But back to tipping.

It’s not that I look down upon tipping [when one does his or her job well], but tips for cab rides? C’mon, gas is high enough. We went on this one night cruise [tickets were free] but there was a $10 raffle for the kids, $50 for a dvd of the entire night, tips for the staff—and would you believe that we gave our waiter $5 [after he only served the three of us a complimentary free drink] and he got the nerve to be like, “could you give me more than $5, how about $15?”

My mom’s a good one…because I just gave him a death stare. Needless to say he got her money. I don’t know I found that to be extremely rude, especially when we only saw him once during the night.

Other than those few flukes, oh and the fact that I got food poisoning the first two days, My Mexican vacation was something that I’ll never forget. I hope to get back there some day [maybe not in August—it’s too damn hot].

nice view

nice view

 

Suddenly America seems so uninspiring now. I miss the excitement of Vallarta. Back to the grind I go…

 

Crazy vs. Crazy part 1

July 23, 2008

I’ve learned that you’ll meet some of the craziest people while in college…

I graduated this past may and I’m still astonished, however, it takes a special breed of folks to beat the crazies I met while in college.  

I won’t disclose where I work (no, not because I’m afraid of being fired), but because these people need to go into hiding, and quickly before causing any further damage on this backwoods southern town, or worse the well-known universe as we know it!   I just started this job about a month and ½ ago, and I’ve never been through more Ups and downs with my emotions than I have at this place. I’m sure my friends and family think I’m absolutely insane and or bi-polar, and well after working at this place for the past month; I wouldn’t blame them for thinking otherwise. Working here will drive even the sane absolutely bonkers. And here I was thinking it was a joke when I was told, “This place will drive you to drink,” on my first day, nonetheless. I know realize they were being quite serious.  

I work in a small office for a non-profit organization as an Administrate Assistant. In so many words my job is to “assist” everyone in the office (we have an office of about 7 people plus about 3 random interns) with various projects and tasks as needed (the interns actually get to help me, when their here). Seems simple enough, right? I figured by getting this job straight out of college it would be a smooth transition into the “real world” and easy to balance while working on a master’s. Boy was I wrong! Although I work in an office with 7 other people  (all about 20+ years my senior) and those three interns (all around the age of 20), at times they make my life a living hell because their all OCD and have horrible communication skills… minus the interns, who just sit there, scanning documents all day.  
I’ll isolate one situation for this entry (I could write a novel on every situation combined though)…   It’s like this….one of my co-workers is a 50-something divorcee straight from the west coast…so obviously she thinks she has a one up on all of us because, “we’re slow east-coast southerners” with a “slow  way of life”. She talks down to everyone (and talks a mile a minute) and becomes highly offended if you try to tell her anything she’s done is anything less than perfect. She’s very abrasive as well as cocky and I sense little sincerity in any of her mildly nice things she’ll occasionally say… those things being along the lines of, “nice shirt,” or “nice hair cut,” “cute shoes,” Which typically means the opposite, because she talks out of the side of her neck.  
I believe the one thing she does that annoys me more than anything is verbal digging. My definition of verbal digging is best explained through a situation. Sayit’s Monday morning after somewhat of a busy weekend and uppity co-worker walks in and says to you (while you sit there at your desk already pissed at the world because it is Monday morning and there’s no coffee):   “How was your weekend” to that you respond (without giving away too many details because you are trying to be professional and or keep your privacy):  
 “Wonderful, it was very relaxing.” Uppity co-worker stops and slams her hands on your desk, demanding to know a string of details like, “where did you go, what did you do, who did you do it with, what time was it, what was the weather like, what shoes did you have on, What’s x divided by y and squared the second power, and can I borrow $10.”   You’re already tired mind becomes overloaded with questions, you become a little uneasy and start rambling off what you did that weekend (and some things you probably didn’t, but since you’re being put on the spot you start rambling), telling her you went shopping with your mother for undergarments, only to run into your old friend, or you went to your friend’s house and got attacked by their cat…you know, random stuff… she nods and criticizes you for your hobbies, interests and going shopping with your mother (because she wears last fall’s clothing).
“Oh? You like going to eat at Red Lobster? Sea food will give you sars, you drove to VA? I’m surprised your p.o.s car made it there…Oh you got attacked by a cat, cat’s don’t like black folks…You went on a date with said guy,  oh, he’s probably gay and is probably already cheating on you with your best male friend…etc”.   It is enough to drive any reasonably decent person insane, right? Right.
The other night I had dinner with a good friend of mine (I’m giving you a shout out douche, holla back), and he probably gave me the funniest, yet most useful advice I’ve gotten regarding my job yet and here is what he said as follows:   “The best way to deal with a crazy person like that, is to say something crazy back, like you set someone’s house on fire or you planted dead puppies in your neighbors yard, or you slashed all four of your professors tires for giving you a C minus on your last paper, when you knew goodness well you deserved that C+ (so ok, I can’t remember specifically what he said, but it was along these lines).”   I haven’t quite tried this tactic yet, but come Monday I’ll have to give it a go…maybe if I tell her something crazy enough she’ll stay out of my business, and generally leave me alone. She’s kind of like a dog, she smells fear!  
 It’s not that my life is really all that private, I just don’t feel like talking about what color shoes my friends and I had on while going to see, “sex in the city,” Friday night.   If anyone has any suggestions on just what I should tell my co-worker come Monday, holla back…I’ll be sure to let you know of the outcome. ;-)
PS: excuse the format (the words running off the page, I will fix it promptly)
 
 
 
 

 

Really, America

July 15, 2008

Since when did a fist tap become code for a terrorist? I bet if McCain had fist-tapped his wife, he wouldn’t end up on the cover of a magazine in a turban. More to come on this later.

Living to be 100

July 14, 2008

I’ve made it a daily routine recently to check out Aol’s home page for the latest bizarre or insignificant news bits straight off the morning press. You see, Aol accidentally became my home page when I began using Aim some months back, and since I’m too lazy to change it, I read that news worthy woo-ha until my brain becomes full of worthless knowledge, and then I can tell friends and neighbors, “hey you wanna know the worst way to eat a banana?” or my personal favorite, “what bean to eat to raise your sex drive.” Sure, all of this is random [and at times unaccredited information], but it passes away the time away, where otherwise my brain would sit idle.

Anyway, while on my “lunch break” I checked out Aol’s home page to find out that the world’s oldest blogger has passed away: http://news.aol.com/story/_a/worlds-oldest-blogger-dies-at-108/20080714095509990001.

Apparently she was like 108, which in my books is pretty old. First off that’s pretty awesome that someone of that age could even use a computer well enough to blog. Amen to that! Now if only I could get my [soon to be] 52-year-old father to follow suit!

Outside of her blogging skills though, just living that long is amazing. I’m not one to ponder on death too often, but when I think into the future as far as being elderly, my mind really doesn’t leave the 60’s. I guess in my life time none of my immediate family members have surpassed their late 70’s yet. I don’t know too many 80, 90 or 100-year-olds.

But wouldn’t it be cool to live to be that old and be semi-healthy? Think of all the news coverage you’d get every time you had another birthday? Think about how much wiser than everybody you’d be [or should be]. If I were that old I say’d some of the most random off the wall crap and no one would do anything about it because they’d say, “oh she’s just really old, just let it go.” I’d probably be down right mean to some people, all at the expense of my own humor.

Then again being that old does has it’s downfalls I suppose [weakened health & immune system, loss of one’s entire family/friends etc.] A lot can happen with in a lifetime, much less a century. Think back to 100 years from now….why, cars were just being ivented! Women didn’t even have the right to vote yet! It would be amazing [and at times scary] to watch the world change so much!

Being 100+ or even making it to 90-something would be a big accomplishment, that’s for sure.

This one’s dedicated to the world’s oldest blogger. May she rest in peace.