Code 10! Man Down Situation! Twitter EPIC FAIL!

Today should be the first day of my wonderful 4 day mini vacay. I should be enjoying the day, resting, relaxing, catching up with friends. But instead I am completely discombobulated. Every morning, before I even get out of bed, I update my Twitter. I wish a good day to all of my followers and the rest of the TwitterVerse. I catch up on all of the tweets I missed while I was sleeping. I look at the current trending topics and if necessary, add my own daily hashtag in hopes that it will become a trending topic.

I was saddened and confused to see that Twitter was down this morning. I wasn't sure if I should cry or peter pan off of my 3rd story balcony. Where were my friends? Where were my updates? In the words of Young Kanye (@twestfield) "Who would I share my random thoughts with?" Heaven forbid I actually pick up the phone and contact my "twiends". Who would LoL at my pointless observations? Who would share vids and news stories with me that would otherwise be lost in the land of interwebz? What ever shall I do?!?!

I am unable to move from this spot. It is almost as if someone killed 112 of my closest friends. This is surreal. I can not do anything without tweeting. Forget needing something tangible, I just need something visual. I'll even take a glimpse of the fail whale over a blank screen.

Twitter we need you. A few hours down has all of us lost and confused. Whatever shall we do?

I'm Always Here..

Have you ever had a friend that always seemed to busy to hang out, chit chat, return calls, or even respond to a simple text message asking them if they were still alive? I have a few friends like that. Now don't get me wrong, I understand that people are busy and have their own lives to live. But it amazes me how one friend never has time to talk unless I'm talking about going to the club. What kind of friendship is that?

I have another friend who is unhappily married with a child. He works an insane number of hours due to being in the medical profession, yet whenever he realizes too much time has gone by, he sends me a text or calls to let me know he's okay. I wouldn't say that I'm a worry-er, I just like to know that those nearest and dearest to me are being taken care of...darn maternal instincts.

I have one friend, an ex, who actually left my life for a few months just to get himself together. He didn't understand how I could always be there for him despite the way he treated me in the past. It was precisely at that moment that I realized I had been given an amazing gift. I may not be the smartest nursing student or the best pharmacy technician. I can't run a marathon or bike the Tour de France. But I can be an understanding friend. I can be a hugger, a shoulder to lean on, a person to share laughs (and tears) with. I am a friend. No matter what someone may put me through, I understand the meaning of true friendship.

At the end of the day, I'm the friend who is always there no matter what.

It's Never Too Late Or Too Early to Be Who You Want To Be

Hello Loves! I know I've been out of sight for a while, but I'm back now. I had a lot of stuff going on with work, school, living arrangements, family stuff, and medical problems. My spirit has been recharged and I am ready to face the world again.

I am looking forward to Friday. I have an awesome new apt w/ an awesome new roomie. This will provide me with an opportunity to learn what it's like to share and compromise. 'Cause Lord knows that I don't do either of those well. I am hoping and wishing this works out because he is definitely someone I would love to keep around. Our personalities mesh and we're both going through life jumping the hurdles as they come. My hopes for our future:family forever. I hope that Tiki becomes the brother I never had.

In other news, the job hunt isn't going well. I refuse to give up. Patience and faith. When the perfect job comes along, I'll be ready. Until then, nursing school will be my life. I'm more determined now than I have been my entire life.

I've missed you guys sooo much. I'm back and ready to face the challenges of today. Remember, it's never too late or too early to be who you want to be. Life is full of "todays"; make this one count.

xOxO
Big hugs,little kisses my Loves!

The B-A-N Must Cease

This week has been trying on my soul. Lawd knows I didn't want to tell these people how I really felt, but I was darn close to saying "eff it". The only thing that kept me sane was the fact that I have bills, and the clock in job allows me to enjoy the luxuries of the glamorous life. Had it not been for Comcast, AT&T, and Miss Land Lady wanting their money, I would have told that biznitch where she could put her disciplinary action!!

Woosah...

Okay, I'm back.

And in desperate need of a new job ASAHFP!! If you don't know what that means, use your imagination...educate yourselves because I can't do it right now. Anyhoo, I am sick and tired of snitches, biznitches, hitches (hating biznitches). It is 2009, snitching went out of style with the Atari and Jheri Curls. Please find something new. Hating, much like stripping, is an appreciated art form when it's done tastefully. But please do not hate on me because you don't have your degree. I'm not holding you back, nor am I telling you to be a complete and total dummy. I am looking out for myself. To be brutally honest with you, I don't really care what you do with your life...as long as it doesn't involve or directly affect me. I spend at least 40 hours per week at the clock in job...and those 40 hours have become total misery. I wanted to go see "Drag Me to Hell" tonight, but then remember that I spend Monday through Friday there already, so why watch a movie about it?

I don't mean to come across as harsh or crude. I just need to get away from the nonsense that plagues my current surroundings. I am willing to drop everything to find a new job...even school. I am not against transferring to another nursing program if it means I will be able to work in an environment filled with people who are willing to work. Making friends at a job should never be one's priority. That is the problem with working in a small, close knit group. The employees begin to think they should become friends, hang out, braid each others hair while roasting marshmallows over a campfire and sing "Kumbaya". That is not healthy. Work relationships should be just that...work relationships. Nothing more, nothing less. Now get your hands out of my hair, I don't want any smores, and you're singing is a little off key!

Again...woosah.

Okay. I'm back.

Please say an extra special prayer for me as I begin to set a budget for the first time, live as frugally as possible, and search for a new job away from this city. I have finally had enough.

Coal=Profit Over People

I am an activist at heart, but ironically my job doesn't give me the freedom required to fight injustice. My hero/sister was arrested for protesting the Mountain Top Removal. The Mountain Justice Activists chained themselves to one of the trucks with a sign that read, "Never Again". Never again will we allow them to destroy another mountain. Never again will we allow them to destroy another stream. Never again will we allow them to destroy another forest. Never again. Never again.



How can you help? I'm glad you asked that question...

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Everyone, two teams just got arrested (or are in the process of getting arrested) for non violent civil disobedience against MTR here in WVA. More info below. A third group is preparing to cross the line against strip mining as I type. We need your help.

WE NEED BAIL MONEY.

We can get loans based on your pledges. We have paypal, POB--we need help to get our mountainhuggers out of jail for some kick ass actions!

If you can make a pledge please call

(304) 854 1937

PAYPAL at
http://www.mountainjusticesummer.org/

EMAIL matt@energyjustice.net

Send checks to POB 86 Naoma WVA, 25140

07:30- Six Mountain Justice activists are locked down to equipment on the Kayford mine site owned by Patriot Mining Company with a banner: "Never again!" They're joined by two support people and an independent photojournalist. A second team has deployed a banner on the Brushy Fork Impoundment that says "West Virginia says no more toxic sludge! The Picket at Pettus is still scheduled for noon today at Pettus, W.Va.--the mouth of Marfork Hollow.

Facebook FAIL!!! (PSA 1)

Have you ever been involved in any Facebook drama? Has a comment made on your wall sparked debates from people you don't even talk to in the real world?

I took a mini vacay this past weekend and came home to pages upon pages of news feed updates, messages, and notifications. Halfway through the list I came across what seemed to be mutual friends arguing back and forth about one's fidelity, or lack thereof, based solely on tagged pics. Is this how our generation handles problems? Instead of taking it to the streets or having a dance off, we must resort to defaming one's character on FB. I guess I love it.

Our social generation is one that embraces change yet opposes it at the same time. If I am forced to hear about the changes on Facebook/Myspace/Youtube one more time, I swear I'm going to choke a biznitch!

To keep the drama down to a minimum, I have a few tips:
1. Learn how to set your profile privacy settings. I don't think your boss will enjoy your status updates when you call out of work "sick". And those pics of you doing a keg stand won't give mom those warm fuzzy feelings while you're away at college.
2. Understand what a wall post is. It is NOT a place to broadcast your life to the world. It is NOT a place to post personal, private information. It is NOT the place to embarrass a "friend". Keep it simple-hi, bye, and happy birthday.
3. Choose profile pics wisely...and monitor tagged photos. You don't want to have a Phelps or Cassie type photo scandal, do you?

One day we'll have to step up and say, "Eff Myspace 'cause I need my space" and tell Facebook "I want my face back!"...

Until that day, be wise my friends.

Pastor Beaten by Cops

Blogs and You Tube channels are ablaze with accounts of the events that unfolded when a pastor refused to submit to an unreasonable search from the US Border Patrol. After hearing all sides of the story, I started to wonder what I would do in that situation. I have completely dissected the 4th Amendment and have yet to come across a passage that gives police officials the right to be complete and total jackholes.

My parents often worry about me driving home late at night. My daily commute to the "clock in" job requires me to travel through 2 cities. One of which has a police force that is over staffed and under stimulated. They often find any reason to harass residents and passersby alike. I've always said that if pulled over, I would do whatever the officials requested. After seeing what happened to this pastor, I am almost positive that I would not submit to any unreasonable search. Looking at the pastor, I saw myself. Someone has to stand up to these officers who believe they are justified in treating human beings as animals by misinterpreting the 4th Amendment.

I'm anxiously anticipating being pulled over by the cops. Much like the pastor, I carry my camera with me everywhere I go. It is time to stand up to these bad cops, which here lately seem to outnumber the good ones.