Music

Strum me like a guitar, I make music in your hands.
Calloused tips tip the scales in the favor of the player,
Make me sing the high notes of praise and inspire the guttural calls of heat.
Drum me daringly, devastingly, daintily, I keep the beat under your hands.
My skin is tightly strectched for your percussionary pleasure.
Bang out of me the response to the deep timpani’s call.
I am a flute under your lips, blowing sweet sounds under your command.
Press my buttons and ply tunes gently from my metal casing.
Lead the band with the pure mucsic you pull from me.

My attempts at poetry

Beverly
You were the Eve that gave birth to me and a new world.
You fed me the fruit of knowledge and taught me to be like You.
Crisp and tart but secretly sweet, a granny smith apple.
You gave me ideals to live for and the stength to be different.
You gave me a love of Cher, baked goods, and Southern Tradition.
And with your death you gave the power to break free of McCrory.
You still remain chained with the roots of the peace lilly I watered with tears
But you are free with me as I travel this Earth.
Rooted in the dark Delta soil you fertilize our Mother as you fertilized me, Mother.
Forever, all I am and do is in your memory.
I will be your living Requiem.

Half a century passed far to fast and another will pass far to slow.
Time turns slowly without Summertime’s lyrics coloring my day.
Without yeast rolls filling my stomach with the warmth of butter and love.
Without midnight grilled cheese and gossip renewing our bond.
Without stories of a badass, pole dancing, Navy coremen mother easing my boredom.
Without life of your own, you will share mine.
I will be your living Requiem.

Ohio: The True Heartland

This mess is just ridiculous. One would think that in an industrialized, civilized society, that illegal sex trafficing would not be around. But here it is in America's "Heartland." Ohio, this is a monumental disruption to and disregard for humanity and human rights. I would expect this mess from third world countries like those in Africa, or Haiti, or the poorer European countries. But here? NO! It is wrong whereever it is but here there is not excuse whatsoever!

Children and tourists are kidnapped and forced into slave labor and into brothels and still you have no human trafficking laws? Here is one....THE 13TH ADMENDMENT! It made all people equal in the eyes of the law and is one of the main reasons human trafficing is not countenanced in the United States. Ohio politicians, get off your asses and quit commissioning reports and DO SOMETHING! This can not go on any longer!

Professor Douche Bag

I have a prof. this semester who has somehow mistaken himself for God and not even a happy God. He is more like the Old Testament God but angrier with PMS and 'roid rage. THis is what I would like to say to him.
Okay sir, I realize that you know more than me and worked very hard for your doctorate. I also know that I am not a retarded monkey scratching my ass. I am an intelligent person as are the other people in our class. I also know that while you deserve respect and have the right to demand it, I also have the right to not be talked down to or degraded. So how about you jump on down of your soap box and teach this class instead of asking vague questions and then getting pissed because no one knows how to answer them. Finally, Huck Finn lived with the freaking Widow Douglas and your angry rant about how I was wrong until someone else politley proved I was right and then you ignore how the whole thing even happened because you are a dick that has short man syndrome is totally not cool!!!!!!! I mean really?!?!?! Your class makes we want to piss broken glass.
But I can't because I need this class. So, I'll just blog it.

Semi-interesting

One word only, please.

Where is your phone? pocket

Your hair? shortish

Your Mother? dead

Your Father? complicated

Your favourite food? sushi

Your dream last night? colorful

Your favourite drink? coffee

Your dream/goal? doctorate

What room are you in? library

Your hobby? gossip

Your fear? unimportance

Where do you want to be in six years? rich

Where were you last night? sleep

Something that you're not? gangsta

Muffins? blueberry

Wish list item? europe

Where did you grow up? McCrory

Last thing you did? walk

What are you wearing? green

Your TV? lovely

Your pets? nowhere

Friends? awesomness

Your life? best

Your mood? attentive

Missing someone? always

Vehicle? nonexistent

Something you're not wearing? underwear

Your favourite store? eagle

Your favourite colour? scarlet

When was the last time you laughed? alyssa

The last time you cried? 2008?

Your best friend? alyssa

One place that I go to over and over? facebook

Facebook? love

Favourite place to eat? Aunt Delle's

ACJ

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If you have ever questioned God, religion, or anything of the sort, I would encourage you to check out this group in Jonesboro.

DISCLAIMER: I don't give a damn about your proselytizing or your angry remarks. SO please leave thos where you left your rationality.

In the past few years I have come to realize that the idea of God or any infinite, heavenly being is irrational. Not just the God of the Abrahamic religions, but any God. I started out disliking the Christian God because apparently I'm going to hell for being gay and for not signing over my life to an invisibly entity that demands subservience. So, I became agnostice, which by my defintion, means that one believes there is a Higher Power, but who or what it is is an unkown quantity. However, I have moved on over to atheism because I just find no rational evidence for any sort of higher being. If a god came down and spoke to me or I had a truly religous experience, I would accept that and become religious. Until that happens I stand behind my position.

If you feel like this in anyway, then you are not alone. *you are not alone by michael jackson* Here in Jonesboro there is the Atheist Community of Jonesboro, which meets weekly to discuss a multitude of topics and to provide an environment and social outlet for atheists, agnostics, open-minded people, free thinkers, etc. The people there are willing to think, which is rare in the world and will listen to anything and then logically debate it, which is again rare to find.

So check out the facebook group and come see us.

What I'm singing right now

Random Thoughts

"Why this is hell, nor am I out of it.
Think'st thou that I who saw the face of God
And tasted the eternal joys of Heaven
Am not tormented with ten thousand hells
In being deprived of everlasting bliss?"
The Tragical History of Dr. Faustus
Act I Scene 3 lines 75-79
This is the most moving line of literature I have read this semester, and possibly my lifetime. Mephistophilis description of Hell makes one wonder what one's Hell would be? What is the everlasting joy of your life, that in being deprived of that joy, you would fall into eternal desperation and desolation? I feel that mine would be losing those couple of friends that have surpassed that level of love and loyalty that transports them from friends to family of the soul. I can't live without a couple of my girls that get me. I know that phrase "get me" is retarded but its true. So best friend I dedicate this to you. When I am being super obnoxious and needy, you tell me to shut the hell up and get over it. When I need a good fight, you scream and yell at me and withme like no one else. When I just really need to hate someone, you are right there with me talking about them and using your ever so amazing skill to cut down everything about them. You letme be weird without letting me be a freak and you make college so awesome. I love you.

Now, onto God. This statement about hell really pisses me off, as well as inspiring thought in me. What self-loving, self-worshipping deity demands that you telepathically give your life to them or else your eternity will be filled with heart ache and desolation. Obviously, this demon speaking about hell has repented of joining an uprising and don't we all make mistakes? But you, oh angry, jealous God of the Judeo-Christian religions, well continue to punish him for eternity because you got your feelings hurt. So dear Lord, please stop your bitching, you little tit bag, and climb down from your freakin high horse, and abolish Hell. Thank you.

Baby Momma and Baby Daddy

Hello friends. I would like to introduce you to a little thing I call the Standard American English language. It is a wonderful system of words that denote meaning and describe almost anything in the universe and some things outside of it. Now, friend, this language does not encompass the terms baby daddy and baby mama or momma. Either spelling, you, friend, still look like an ignorant low class hooker. Say my baby's daddy or father or the father of my child. Just that little apostrophe s makes a world a difference. It takes you from butchering and bastardizing the English language, and brings you into the magical land of correct grammar. I occasionally say y'all. That is different. That is a recognized colloquial contration and is okay to use in everyday language. It is informal. Baby daddy or baby momma is not informal. It is ignorant. Also, little white girl speaking ebonics. You did not grow up in an environment that encouraged that paticular dialect. So don't use it. You are projecting a bad image about yourself and about the African-American community. How would you feel if a "Yankee" came down and mocked the Southern Dialect? Would that make you a little angry? Would you think that he was a poseur? YOu would? That's right. You would sound ridiculous with a british accent and you sound equally ridiculous while using Ebonics. It takes all my will power to not push you down the stairs every time you spew bullshit from your mouth. You vomit caustic ignorance from you mouth that corrodes away at my nerves and everyone's opinion of you. So, can you please try to not be an ignorant little girl. It will help you in the long run. I have worked to lose some of my thick accent and to learn to use real words that are more fitting to a college educated individual. You should try to use real words as well because you are not unintelligent. You just wallow around in your own retardation. Yes you are going against societal norms and you are facing a battle with your peers. It probably wouldn't be so bad if you had not instantly changed yourself and started pretending you are gangsta boo from south central. You aren't. And you are doing yourself and the African American people a grave disservice. Thank you.

Open Letter to Ted Haggard

Dear Ted Haggard:

You, sir, disgust me on the deepest possible level. You were the pastor and founder of an evangelical church and yet you had sex with a man on a nearly monthly basis for three years and then you had to, allegedly, snort meth to have sex with your wife because apparently somone is repressing their homosexual side. That is all well and good and everyone makes mistakes. The complete and utter disgust and revulsion you inspire in me comes from your current reports. You have entered into therapy that is helping you be straight and come to the Lord. Ted Haggard you are a homosexual. Deal with it. No amount of therapy is going to change that basic, integral part of your identity. ALso, Mr. Haggard, please stop having the audacity to say that you are homosexual because a man who worked with your father molested you when you were younger. Homosexuality has no verifiable cause as of yet. It just is. Dolphins weren't molested and they are gay. The men who are raped in prison in "situational" homosexuality very, very rarely wind up being gay in the "real" world. You are perpetuating myths that are disgusting, delirious, and destructive to all people in this world, both gay and straight. I am glad that you have reconciled with your wife and are trying to work it out, but please stop claiming that you cured your homosexuality and that it was all because you were raped in the second grade.

Thank You,

James Sawyer

Judgement

I would like to rebuke an argument I hear quite a bit. It starts out with me judging someone or a situation and then here comes the great argument against being judgemental. "You know they could probably judge alot that you do too," or something along those lines. Why yes, oh omnicscient observer, I did happen to realize that while I am judging someone they could be judging me as well. I however feel that that is their right and they can judge whatever they like. If I didn't like the way something I do or say will be perceived I just don't say it. Feel free to judge anything I say or do because I will judge everything you say or do. I think that is fair. And please get off your high horse, Mr. or Mrs. Observer because I happent o know for a fact that you have judged someone in your lifetime. Just because I happen to say my judgement aloud and try to derive some humor from it does not make me any worse or better than you, just more honest and, hopefully, funnier. This is my first blog and all that I sould think about right now. I am tired but can't sleep. I had to literally drag myself out of bed this morning and nodded off waiting on Alyssa to get out of class. I also had two glasses of wine and a giant meal at Olive Garden, which should be helping me sleep but no. I tossed and turned about until I decided to come to the lab where I could and not bother anyone. Now Its so late I'll just stay up and sleep tomorrow.