I'm SKINNY, so I MUST be anorexic.
I'm EMO, so I MUST cut my wrists.
I'm BLACK so I MUST carry a gun.
I'm BLONDE, so I MUST be a ditz.
I'm JAMAICAN so I MUST smoke weed.
I'm HAITIAN so I MUST eat cat.
I'm ASIAN, so I MUST be sexy.
I'm JEWISH, so I MUST be greedy.
I'm GAY, so I MUST have AIDS.
I'm a LESBIAN OR BISEXUAL, so I MUST have a sex-tape.
I'm ARAB, so I MUST be a terrorist.
I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a bitch.
I'm a GAY RIGHTS SUPPORTER, so I WILL go to hell.
I'm a CHRISTIAN, so I MUST think gay people should go to hell.
I'm RELIGIOUS, so I MUST shove my beliefs down your throat.
I'm ATHEIST so I MUST hate the world.
I don't have a RELIGION, so I MUST be evil and have no morals.
I'm REPUBLICAN, so I MUST not care about poor people.
I'm DEMOCRAT, so I MUST not believe in being responsible.
I am LIBERAL, so I MUST be gay.
I'm SOUTHERN, so I MUST be white trash.
I TAKE ANTI-DEPRESSANTS, so I MUST be crazy
I'm a GUY, so I MUST only want to get into your pants.
I'm IRISH, so I MUST have a bad drinking problem.
I'm INDIAN, so I MUST own a convenience store.
I'm NATIVE AMERICAN/CANADIAN, so I MUST dance around a fire screaming like a savage.
I'm a CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be a whore.
I'm a DANCER, So I must be stupid, stuck up, and a whore.
I like WEARING SKIRTS, so I MUST be a slut.
I'm a PUNK, so I MUST do drugs.
I'm RICH, so I MUST be a conceited snob.
I WEAR BLACK, so I MUST be a goth or emo.
I FELL IN LOVE WITH A MARRIED MAN, so I MUST be a home-wrecking whore.
I'm a TEENAGE MOM, so I MUST be an irresponsible slut.
I'm POLISH, so I MUST wear my socks with my sandals.
I'm ITALIAN, so I must have a "big one".
I'm EGYPTIAN, so I must be a TERRORIST!
I'm PRETTY(so all my friends say), so I MUST not be a virgin.
I HAVE STRAIGHT A'S, so I MUST have no social life.
I DYE MY HAIR, so I MUST be looking for attention.
I DRESS IN UNUSUAL WAYS so I MUST be looking for attention.
I'm INTO THEATER & ART, so I MUST be a homosexual.
I'm a VEGETARIAN, so I MUST be a crazy political activist.
I HAVE A BUNCH OF GUY FRIENDS, so I MUST be fucking them all.
I HAVE A BUNCH OF GIRLS WHO ARE FRIENDS, so I MUST be a player.
I have BOOBS, so I MUST be a hoe.
I'm COLOMBIAN, so I MUST be a drug dealer.
I WEAR WHAT I WANT, so I MUST be a poser.
I'm RUSSIAN, so I MUST be cool and thats how Russians roll.
I'm GERMAN, so I must be a Nazi.
I hang out with GAYS, so I must be GAY TOO.
I'm BRAZILIAN, so I MUST have a BIG BUTT.
I'm PUERTO RICAN, so I MUST look good and be conceited.
I'm SALVADORIAN, so I MUST be in MS 13.
I'm POLISH, so I MUST be greedy.
I'm HAWAIIAN so I MUST be lazy.
I'm PERUVIAN, so I MUST like llamas.
I'm a STONER so I MUST be going in the wrong direction.
I'm STRAIGHT EDGE so I must be violent.
I'm SINGLE so I MUST be ugly.
I'm a SKATER so I MUST do weed and steal stuff
I'm a PUNK so I must only wear black and date only other punks.
I'm ASIAN so I must be a NERD that does HOMEWORK 24/7.
I'm CHRISTIAN so I MUST hate homosexuals.
I'm MIXED so I MUST be screwed up.
I'm MUSLIM so I MUST be a terrorist.
I'm in BAND AT SCHOOL, so I MUST be a geek.
sad part of these is, a lot of people actually think this way. what has our world come to?
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
What would it cost you?
Whatwould it cost you to say "thank you"?
What would it cost you, on Remembrance Day, to kneel and silently give thanks at one cross, orheadstone, or cenotaph?
What would it cost you to approach a veteran,or a veteran's widow or widower, or his or her children, or parents, and solemnly take their hand and offer quiet words of gratitude?
What would it cost you to go to an old soldier, offer to buy him a coffee or a beer, and just sit with him for an hour?
What would it cost you, on Remembrance Day, to kneel and silently give thanks at one cross, orheadstone, or cenotaph?
What would it cost you to approach a veteran,or a veteran's widow or widower, or his or her children, or parents, and solemnly take their hand and offer quiet words of gratitude?
What would it cost you to go to an old soldier, offer to buy him a coffee or a beer, and just sit with him for an hour?
A Baby Blanket for Jaydee
This weekend I learned how to crochet. Sorta. I learned how to chain, and I'm coming on the next step. It's difficult, but I'm coming! Haha! My friend Chelsea is teaching me how to crochet and hopefully by the time I go home Thursday, I'll be well on my way to making my new baby cousin, Jaydee, a nice blanket for his first Christmas :) I'm spending Tuesday evening with Chelsea so I can learn how to get past the chain part of crocheting :P I'm really excited to be learning how to do this, and I'd love to make something special for my little cousin that he'll (hopefully) have for many years to come. :)
Wish me luck with my newest project!!
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Was That My Grandfather??
I'm not really a believer in the paranormal stuff, but I think my Grandfather, who I never met, came to me in my dreams. I had a dream a while back about the first day of school, when I met this sweet, gentle old man, who I felt a close bond with immediately when he spoke to me. Wait, I'll start at the beginning.
It was the first day of school, and Wayne (my instructor) sent us out to take pictures of people in the community. So I took my camera and went out. I came across a church, beside this church was a small strip of woods, so I went into them. Just past the woods was a nice old house, outside was an old man working away at something. I felt attracted to him before he even noticed me. Not attracted to him physically, but, as though he was someone I knew from a long time ago. He looked up a minute later from his work and noticed me. Immediately he smiled and called out to me to come talk to him. I became nervous and wary, and moved back a couple steps. His smile grew bigger and he again called to me. This time I came to him, and he smiled lovingly down at me. Not romantic 'lovingly' but, as a father would smile at his child, and I felt safe and secure in his presence. I introduced myself to him as Lisa, and a Holland College Journalism student, and told him why I was outside with my camera, and asked him if I could take his picture. He obliged, and I did, and he gave me his name, which I don't remember, Mr. something. Then he invited me into his house to have tea and cookies. I grinned and said yes. He put his hand on my back and led me inside, poured me a cup of tea - in a tea cup that much resembled the ones my Granny used to have- and put a plate of cookies on the table for us - again, like my Granny.- We had a lovely time talking and drinking our tea and eating cookies. Eventually I remembered that I had to go back to class and stood up to go, but I promised I would come back soon, because I'd had a lovely time with him. He smiled, and escorted me to the door, hugging me before I left and kissed my forehead.
A few days later in my dream, I tried to find my way back to the old man's house, but I got lost and forgot how to get there. I was very upset because I missed my newfound friend.
A few weeks later, I had a dream about him again.
In my dream, I remembered my way back to his house! I was so happy. I knocked on the door, and he came, looking very sad, but when he saw me, he smiled brightly and hugged me, saying how much he missed me.
I smiled and told him I was sorry I hadn't been there in so long, but I'd forgotten the way, but that I'd remembered again, and wouldn't forget it this time. He invited me in for tea and cookies and we again sat at the table and talked for hours before I had to go, but I promised to come back again very soon.
When I woke up that morning after my dream (cut short by my alarm) for some reason I looked at a picture of my Granny and Grandfather, and realized that the man in my dream, looked identical to my Grandfather. If it was indeed, he was a very sweet man, and I hope he visits my dreams often, and maybe he'll have Granny in one of them!! One can hope, right??
* To see an old man in your dream, represents wisdom or forgiveness. The old man may be a archetypal figure who is offering guidance to some daily problem.
It was the first day of school, and Wayne (my instructor) sent us out to take pictures of people in the community. So I took my camera and went out. I came across a church, beside this church was a small strip of woods, so I went into them. Just past the woods was a nice old house, outside was an old man working away at something. I felt attracted to him before he even noticed me. Not attracted to him physically, but, as though he was someone I knew from a long time ago. He looked up a minute later from his work and noticed me. Immediately he smiled and called out to me to come talk to him. I became nervous and wary, and moved back a couple steps. His smile grew bigger and he again called to me. This time I came to him, and he smiled lovingly down at me. Not romantic 'lovingly' but, as a father would smile at his child, and I felt safe and secure in his presence. I introduced myself to him as Lisa, and a Holland College Journalism student, and told him why I was outside with my camera, and asked him if I could take his picture. He obliged, and I did, and he gave me his name, which I don't remember, Mr. something. Then he invited me into his house to have tea and cookies. I grinned and said yes. He put his hand on my back and led me inside, poured me a cup of tea - in a tea cup that much resembled the ones my Granny used to have- and put a plate of cookies on the table for us - again, like my Granny.- We had a lovely time talking and drinking our tea and eating cookies. Eventually I remembered that I had to go back to class and stood up to go, but I promised I would come back soon, because I'd had a lovely time with him. He smiled, and escorted me to the door, hugging me before I left and kissed my forehead.
A few days later in my dream, I tried to find my way back to the old man's house, but I got lost and forgot how to get there. I was very upset because I missed my newfound friend.
A few weeks later, I had a dream about him again.
In my dream, I remembered my way back to his house! I was so happy. I knocked on the door, and he came, looking very sad, but when he saw me, he smiled brightly and hugged me, saying how much he missed me.
I smiled and told him I was sorry I hadn't been there in so long, but I'd forgotten the way, but that I'd remembered again, and wouldn't forget it this time. He invited me in for tea and cookies and we again sat at the table and talked for hours before I had to go, but I promised to come back again very soon.
When I woke up that morning after my dream (cut short by my alarm) for some reason I looked at a picture of my Granny and Grandfather, and realized that the man in my dream, looked identical to my Grandfather. If it was indeed, he was a very sweet man, and I hope he visits my dreams often, and maybe he'll have Granny in one of them!! One can hope, right??
* To see an old man in your dream, represents wisdom or forgiveness. The old man may be a archetypal figure who is offering guidance to some daily problem.
Friday, October 23, 2009
My Diary
So, this blog is mostly for my own use, sort of an online diary for me I guess, really. But I suppose if you're real special, you can read my diary lol! But you have to be real special ha ha and there are certain people I have in mind already who won't be granted access to my online diary. No names need be mentioned.
Super excited for next Thursday!! I'm going home!!! Oh I can't wait! I'm so homesick right now. I knew before I left that I'd miss home, but I hoped I wouldn't get homesick. But I did well, I guess, to make it two months before I got this way. Oh well... a nice visit home should do it :)
Super excited for next Thursday!! I'm going home!!! Oh I can't wait! I'm so homesick right now. I knew before I left that I'd miss home, but I hoped I wouldn't get homesick. But I did well, I guess, to make it two months before I got this way. Oh well... a nice visit home should do it :)
Heigh Ho! Heigh Ho! Its home from here I go!
Alright! Its the weekend! Woo Hoo! And it's about time too! Oi! It's been a long week, folks, and I plan to make the best of it by relaxing! On tonights menu- pizza :D I haven' t had pizza in so so long, and I've been craving greasy food like crazy. This pizza is going to taste some good!
Good news! I'm going home next weekend with my editor who is coming over to talk to my journalism class :) I'm super excited! This time I hope to see more of my parents and my friends and maybe some from my cadet corps ;) Duhn duhn duhn! return of Warrant Keough haha and Sarge to my home paper the Bugle-Observer :)
Good news! I'm going home next weekend with my editor who is coming over to talk to my journalism class :) I'm super excited! This time I hope to see more of my parents and my friends and maybe some from my cadet corps ;) Duhn duhn duhn! return of Warrant Keough haha and Sarge to my home paper the Bugle-Observer :)
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Clearing My Mind and Asking For Prayer
Alright! I'm seriously wayy stressed out right now! I'm falling behind in school because I have to leave school somewhat early (I don't have classes in the afternoon) every day, just to get home at a halfwhat reasonable time for me to make my supper. Plus my dad has to have a double bypass here anytime, and it really sucks not being at home, or even in the same province as him, because I am the stereotypical "daddy's girl." I dote on my father and him me. And this whole "living on my own" idea, is seriously getting to me. Sure I enjoy my freedom, but I miss the security of living with my parents. Oh, and I don't like the bills I get in my mailbox that I can no longer just toss aside for my parents to pay. But yeah. Being this far away from my dad is really getting under my skin, especially with this major surgery coming up. I know this is something the doctors do all the time, and my dad is no stranger to surgery, but it still bothers me that I'm not going to be there.... even though the day he goes in there is absolutely NO way I'm coming to school! I'm a worry-wart. And being daddy's girl doesn't help this situation much. Please pray for me and my dad! I seriously need your prayers right now to get through this.
I'm writing this as I'm at school because my teacher told me to "Clear my mind" before I started my work, so, thats what I'm doing here.. clearing my mind. Hopefully this blog will help me to get everything thats on my mind off, so I can really buckle down and concentrate... because I'm hungry :(
This afternoon, once I've cleared my mind, I have to write a news story on a speech that Jean Chretien did. How fun. But I'm excited for tomorrow, because it's Friday, and I can go back to my apartment and just relax for the weekend. That will be enjoyable! And then next week, I only have to go to class on Monday to write my mid-term test, and on Wednesday afternoon for the advisory meeting--I'm excited for that because the editor for the Bugle-Observer is coming in! Its going to be SO nice to see a face from home again!!! Then hopefully on Thursday I'll get to go home for the weekend so I can see my family! And my kitty- cause I miss my kitty too. <3
I guess my mind is cleared for today... although its really not. But I must get my work done so that I can go home and relax for the night. I'm not even going to take my "Textbook" home. I've said it before, and it still went home .. but tonight I refuse!
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Secrets and Homesickness
There are some things in life, i just dont want to know about. my best friend and my ex boyfriend know something about my relationship with my former boyfriend, that I apparantly don't know. I'm pretty sure that it is that he cheated on me. I know he always wanted sex and I wouldn't give it to him, and he complained about that, so it wouldn't really surprise me if thats what it is, this "Secret" that is being kept from me. But frankly. I don't want to know, nor do I care. If I were still dating him, then I would care. But I'm not. So I don't. Now if he got the other girl pregnant, I might mind a bit. But I don't think he could keep that a secret, if he was going to be a dad again. He wants a family really bad, so there's no way he wouldn't say something.
Right now I'm getting a little homesick. College life is getting to me, and I miss my parents, and my cat, and my family in the country, and all that became familiar to me in my 18 years of life. Right now I want it all back. I'm a daddy's girl, and being away from him for so long is really hard. If that makes me weak, I want to be weak. I want to go home to the country, and see my grammie, and my uncle, and meet my new baby cousin. I want to go out in the pasture and play with the animals, and have homecooked meals every night instead of this prepared crap I'm eating now. I want to feel my Grammies loving arms hug me again, and go home to spend time with my dearest friends. I want to go to sleep at night and have my kitty laying beside me, purring contentedly. Oh what I would give to be home right now! I've had enough of experiencing life on my own. I want to go home.
Right now I'm getting a little homesick. College life is getting to me, and I miss my parents, and my cat, and my family in the country, and all that became familiar to me in my 18 years of life. Right now I want it all back. I'm a daddy's girl, and being away from him for so long is really hard. If that makes me weak, I want to be weak. I want to go home to the country, and see my grammie, and my uncle, and meet my new baby cousin. I want to go out in the pasture and play with the animals, and have homecooked meals every night instead of this prepared crap I'm eating now. I want to feel my Grammies loving arms hug me again, and go home to spend time with my dearest friends. I want to go to sleep at night and have my kitty laying beside me, purring contentedly. Oh what I would give to be home right now! I've had enough of experiencing life on my own. I want to go home.
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