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.

Give Me The Ocean I'll Supply The Buoys

I think the time has come to bid adieu to Tennessee. I've always loved the water, which is why I live on the Tennessee River right now. But here lately, the river has not been enough to satisfy me. I am contemplating a major move to California. I'm torn because I know my family won't be able to visit me often. I have friends out there, but sometimes there are situations and circumstances that require the love and support that only family can provide. I thought about maybe just moving out there for 3 months since I'm not going to summer school...I just don't know.

California has been tugging at my heart for a few years now, and honestly, I should have moved out there a long time ago. I sometimes over think a situation to the point of obscurity. I want to be more impulsive. I am 25 years old and I can't really think of anything I've done that was completely impulsive, reckless, and fun. I need to live. Not only for my sake, but for the sake of my future mate and children. I don't want to turn 40 and realize that there are so many things I haven't accomplished or tried. I plan to post a 101 countdown blog of 101 things I plan to do in the next 3 years.

I need to define my life...in more than words and pictures. I need to define my life through actions.

To Aaron(maddsketch)

You are perfectly imperfect
but I love you still.
You inspire me with every stoke of your brush
and every movement of your pen.
You brighten my gloomiest days
with a simple smile.
Your eyes shine brighter than
any constellation.

No matter what you are going through, please know that I am praying for you.
You are a pure soul, and everything you touch turns to platinum. Don't be discouraged; with awesomeness flowing through your veins and determination in your heart, you are destined for greatness.

To know that you are having a bad day sends chills up my spine. You deserve happiness. My only wish is that you can see the Aaron that I see everyday...through every creative blog post and Twitter update. You are amazingly awesome...and completely loved. Success is a ladder and I support you every step of the way.

I wasn't there for step 1, but trust me...I loved you then and I love you still.

Be encouraged.

Hopeless Romantic

I gotta whole lot of love and I don't want to give it to you.

Where is my blog going? I started this blog to share my life with the world. The hectic life of a full time CPhT, nursing student, marketing/PR specialist, single girl in a small lake town with big dreams. Somewhere in the chaos, my thoughts became focused on the "single" part and forgot about the rest. I can't fight it though. I am a self proclaimed hopeless romantic. I love love. I love the idea of being whisked away to a wonderful place with a wonderful person (can't really say guy because to be honest, the jury is still deliberating on that one). Maybe one day someone will rescue me from myself. If they can take me away for just one moment in time, maybe I'll share my love.

The closer I get to 30, it becomes increasingly harder to sit back and let things happen. I am so quick to rush something that should come naturally. Sometimes I wonder if maybe I am living life at the normal pace and everyone else is moving in slow motion. Wedding bells are the last thing on my mind. I just want to share some good times with a wonderful person. I want to walk to the lake and talk about everything and nothing. I want to dress up and have dinner at the park. I want to skip opening night at the theater to watch a Lifetime movie at home. I have all of these ideas and no one to share them with.

Since I have managed to depress myself, looks like it is time to say "eff my life" and bury my pain in a pint of Ben & Jerry's Half Baked. Perhaps a gallon.