It's Friday Night, Let's go Crash a Party

Halloween night has to be one of the biggest party nights of the year. This year, Halloween was on a Friday night which made it an even bigger party night. I knew of a couple Halloween parties this year but there was one party that everyone seemed to be talking about. I knew going into it that there was going to be a lot of people but when there was a line going out the door when I arrived I knew it was going to be a long night.
At first when I walked in the door it was like high school reunion. Everybody from my class (2008) and the class before (2007) seemed to be in the living room. It was so crowded you could barley make your way through the house. (After a while this can be rather annoying but at least I knew everyone I was bumping into.) And so the night went on the the number of people at the party grew and pretty soon there was people literally everywhere. There had to be a hundred people in the house. I believe the only reason the police weren't called was because it was Halloween and everyone and their mom was having a party that night.
Before I knew it as I looked around there was no familiar faces. Who were all these people? There was even a kid there that looked to be twelve years old. This is a house full of college kids in costumes and suddenly there was gang bangers in baggy pants. Where were their costumes? Did they not get the memo that it was a Halloween costume party? Somebody invited the wrong crowd. Unfortunately these were not the type of kids you just walk up to and say something unless you'd like to get jumped by all their homies. I've gone to school and been around these types of kids my whole life, and I've found it's better to just shake your head and look the other way. And so that's what everyone did at first, but when you mix alcohol with people violence is a common consequence.
The party crashers in no costumes soon started acting up and doing things they were not invited to do. So the friends and owners of the house told them to leave. You can't just come to someones house and expect to do a line on the living room table without someone saying something. What happened to respect? This is not a word in those kids minds because not only do they start fights at houses they're not welcome at, they can't even fight fair.
As soon as the fighting erupted chaos broke loose. The lights were suddenly flipped on and everyone was running in different directions. Where were all my friends? I saw some of them running here and there but the situation quickly escalated and I thought it would be best to leave. Outside was even more of a riot. Cars were speeding off in every direction, people were throwing beer bottles at the house, people were fighting, jumping fences, it was madness.
As I called all my friends trying to make sure they were okay I learned that a few people had been beaten with a baseball bat. One unlucky kid ended up in critical condition in the hospital. He can't remember his own family. Another had his back broken with the bat.
This sort of thing has always baffled me. Did those people think they were proving something when they were beating the memory out of someone with a metal bat? Do they think that's what makes a man? In my opinion, those kids are cowards. They walk in uninvited like they're tough shit and start a fight, and then have to use knives and bats cause they can't even fight with their fists. I have no respect for those people and take comfort in knowing that karma is coming their way.

Revelation

I have to be one the worlds biggest procrastinators. So why not blog about it? Every single time an assignment is handed to me I think I'm going to start on it soon and get it over with. Does that ever happen? Rarely.
What do I honestly do with my time that makes it so difficult to get some work done? I have a job but honestly that doesn't take up enough of my time to be a legitimate excuse. Well, I also go to school, but unfortunately that is my worst area of procrastination. I really like school and I like being there it's just the outside time that I have to balance a little better. I've tried so many different ways to prevent myself from procrastinating but it seems to creep up on me every time.
I wonder if anyone else in the world is the same way as me or if I'm just plain lazy. I'd like to think more than that of myself, but I think at times I am nothing more than a big pile of lazy.
Even with this simple blog assignment I have trouble keeping focus. Two blogs a week is really not much to ask. I even enjoy writing. I think my issue here is coming up with things to write about. I think I'm thinking to hard about it. My blog could be an excellent opportunity to get some of these thoughts out of my head. Writing can be very therapeutic, I know, but I think when it's assigned writing is when I'm completely turned off to it. As ridiculous as that sounds it's the best way I can describe it. So from now on I'm going to just pretend this blog is a journal and I'm going to make my entries about my life. If I talk about the things that happened to me personally and what I think about them then I don't think I'll ever run out of things to talk about.
Too bad I didn't think of this sooner! See what happens? I sit down and write a blog and now I have tons of ideas. Funny how that works.

Here's to You Happy

I have decided to dedicate this blog entry to my Grandma Connie in honor of her birthday this week.

Grandma Connie you're the best
You get an A+ on the Grandma test
I appreciate all the things you do
I want you to know I love you too

When I was young and feeling ill
My mom would take me to my Grandma Will
I would lay on the couch all dang day
She'd make me feel better in a lot of ways

No matter if the weather is rain or shine
She always has a smile, that grandma of mine
My friends have noticed its plain for everyone to see
That Connie Will is always happy

That's why they call her Happy Grandma
However, she will lay down the law
Take care to never make her mad
I'm afraid the consequences are bad

If you ever want to eat like you're a king
Go ahead and give Grandma a ring
She's makes delicious food and amazing chili
It tastes so good it's almost silly

She remodeled her kitchen and it looks so nice
It turns out they had to paint twice
Because I scraped the chair on the wall
And ruined the job after all

I know she still loves me
That's how it'll always be
Here's to you Happy
Love, Me

So Much Trouble in the World

I believe that violence accomplishes nothing. I've never understood people who want to hurt other people. Ever since I was in middle school I have been watching people fight. I remember that sometimes I was afraid of my school because some hormone raging girl had decided she was going to "beat my ass" all because I looked at her funny. Why do people get so angry so easily? What is it that drives a person to physically hurt someone else?
A couple weeks ago my best friend and I went out to a nightclub called Beta to see one of our favorite DJ's. After we had our fill of the bass throbbing madness we left and walked to our car which was in a parking lot on 18th and Market street. Across the street from Beta is another club called Bash. This club is known for it's roughness and I wouldn't even want to go in there. As we made our way to our car one girl came out of Bash bragging to her friends about a fight she had just got in. This whole time there were two boys walking behind us that had also exited from Club Bash. As we entered the parking lot I turn around because I hear someone yelling, "Hey! Hey mother fucker!" I thought they were yelling at me but they were actually yelling at the two guys right behind us. The yelling boys ran across the street and started fighting the boys behind us. The only thing I could think about was how somebody had gotten shot and killed in that same parking lot only months prior to that night. I was scared. I hate watching people fight, and this was a particularly violent display. My friend and I hurried to my car and left as quickly as we could. I looked over my shoulder one last time and saw that one of the boys had taken off his belt that had metal studs on it and was whipping the boy that was walking behind me with it. What in the world could this boy have done to deserve a beating with a studded belt? What does anyone do in life that would be justified with a beating?
Some people are raised fighting. I've met people who got fighting lessons from their parents as children and were forced to practice with their siblings. Now, I can see why a parent would want their child to be able to defend themselves, but I'm afraid the wrong lesson is being learned here. Now these children assume that fighting will make them look superior and solve their problems. Now whenever there is confrontation the first thing this person is going to turn to is a fight. As a result fights happen every day for stupid reasons just so someone can feel like they showed someone else up.
Another thing I believe in is karma. I think this is probably why I've never been in a fight. People have made me angry before for sure, but I didn't seek satisfaction or revenge through violence. I can simply smile to myself and know that they will get theirs in life. Karma will get them eventually, and sometimes this can be in ways more painful than violence. Physically hurting someone is a waste of energy and time. It takes so much to hate someone let alone to want to hurt them. I think that everyone's energy could be spent in a million better ways.

Happy Place

If life was like Peter Pan everybody would have a happy place. As I sit and think about the things that make me happy there is one certain thing that I have decided is my happy place.
I am taking a theater class at Red Rocks and through that class I have discovered exactly where my happy place is. I love to act. When I act I get to become someone else. All of my thoughts and purposes change. Who I am at that moment doesn't matter. My whole life is irrelevant because I am not me. I can forget about all of my worries and issues and just pretend they don't exist for a while. It's a wonderful escape.
I can't think of anything else that makes me feel the same way. I always want to have this in my life. To be a paid actor would be great but even if that never happens I'm always going to act.
Another great thing about that class is the people who are also involved in it. I really get the feeling that I can be myself and even act like someone else in front of them without judgment. Sure, a little constructive criticism is present but nobody is ever degraded. Not in that class.
This is defiantly my happy place.

My Lost Paradise

I'm sure you've heard the expression, "There's no place like home." I have heard it, and even used the expression myself but I think now that I have to disagree. There is one place I can think of that's better than home: Grandma's house. Back before I had a job or things to worry about I would love to spend my time at grandma's house.
Whether we just sat and played cards or watched day time TV, to me there was no better place to be.
Now some time has passed and I have grown into an adult with responsibilities and a full schedule. I no longer have time to sit and play cards or watch TV. Every day I wake up for work at 5:30 am. I go through my morning routine as I put on my makeup, do my hair, brush my teeth, have a cup of coffee, and I begin my day by driving down Sheridan to 6th. On my way to work I pass by a building for assisted living and every time I drive by this building my eyes flicker to the corner window on the fifth floor.
When my Great Grandmother inhabited that room you could see butterfly prisims hanging in the window in front of lacy white curtains from the street. If you were to go inside the building and take the elevator all the way to the top, turn left, left again then right you'd find yourself in front of Florence Will's apartment. Her door was always covered in cards that loved ones had sent her according to the time of year. She had a lot of loved ones because the brown door could never be seen. A collection of Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter, or birthday cards masked the boring brown door year round. She also had plants outside her apartment I think just to further separate herself from the rest.
When you open the door and walk inside you see what ninety three years of life looks like in a single bedroom apartment. Crowded. You can see all parts of the apartment from anywhere in the apartment, because there were only two major walls that separated the bathroom and the bedroom. To the immediate right was the tiny kitchen. There was probably deviled eggs to be found in the refrigerator and there was always pancake mix. The coffee cups hung on the wall shoved onto the wooden hooks inches away from falling. Most of the time you'd find something rotten somewhere that she had forgotten about and left to be covered in mold. I learned to just throw things away when she wasn't looking.
It wasn't much but Grandma made it her own. She covered the walls with pictures of the love of her life, Bert. In the remaining spots you'd find butterflies, crosses and pictures of family that left little white wall to see. She had a tiny couch for guests to sit on that was squeezed between a bookcase full of photo albums and a tiny end table with a lamp set on top. You could find magnifying glasses in multiple locations. Only one magnifying glass would not be able to do the job. Grandma had to have things in groups of two or three. That's probably what added to the clutter. Grandma's chair was set up almost directly in front of the TV. She had to sit very close in order to be able to see her daily lineup of soaps and The Price is Right.
If you entered her tiny room you would find a closet overflowing with a plethora of church dresses and clothes. Her twin bed was in the middle of the room and was always made if she was not sleeping in it. On her dresser laid her earrings and her jewelry. That woman had so much jewelry that you could wear a different necklace of hers everyday for ninety years.
There are three major things I think of when I think of Grandma's apartment: pictures, jewelry and most important of all, the smell. The one thing that identified my grandmother the most was her smell. Youth Dew by Estee Lauder was her daily juice. Anything that you got from grandma would have that smell on it simply just from her touching it. As soon as you're even standing outside her apartment you could distinguish her smell. It wasn't a bad smell though, it was sweet, comforting and loving.
Grandma's battle with cancer began in 2005 and it would end in July 2006. Her decision to live out the rest of her days without treatment marked that it was time to separate all her possessions among her grandchildren. As she sorted through a lifetime of saved treasures she picked out one stuffed animal from her room for each of us. She took her last bottle of Youth Dew and sprayed the stuffed toys and then sealed them in a zip lock bag. She told us this way we could always sneak smells of her even after she was gone. It was the best way she could preserve her aroma.
If you were to go now to that building and take that same elevator to the same floor and walk to that same apartment I'm sure you wouldn't find cards on the door. After we had cleaned out her apartment someone else moved into her space and made it their own. The sweet smell that once drifted under the crack of the door is no longer emitted from that room. I didn't fully understand that Grandma was gone until I gazed into her empty apartment one last time after we had finally moved all her things out of it. The blank white walls and empty rooms revealed that this paradise that I once loved and found so much comfort in had vanished.
However, thanks to Grandma's consideration, comfort is only a zip lock baggie away if life ever gets old and I need some Youth Dew.

The Song and Dance of Fall

The season of fall has a song and dance that is performed often without much notice from us. The leaves that hung from the trees all summer have begun thier decent to the hard, flat, grey concrete that lays below. The half curled dried out leaves shift softly from side to side as the wind picks them up and gently drops them. The dead edges lightly scratch the ground as they are dragged along. The more the wind picks up the more complex the dance becomes. Each leaf rountinely skips, twists, tumbles, and rolls from one place to the next according to the rythm of the wind. There is unity as they circle and swirl together and freeze when the wind fades away. It's like a game of red light green light as the wind stops and goes, controlling the movement of each leaf. As the wind picks up again it's green light for the fallen leaves and they continue to dance and skuttle more. All the leaves move together as one through the wind.

Tattoos and Piercings

The first time my body was ever pierced was on my ears which is a common piercing to have. (Not only common for girls but for boys as well.) I got them pierced when I was in about the third or fourth grade. I wanted to get my ears pierced because every time I would walk into any sort of store the jewelry was always the first thing that caught my eye. I loved sorting through all the different sorts of earrings from the simple shiny studs to the long dangling outrageous ones. I can remember the first time I changed my earrings I nearly threw up and fainted. The idea of something going through one point in my skin and coming out at another made me pale as a ghost.
However my fear of changing my earrings quickly vanished and I was ready to get my ears pierced a second time. I wanted more holes in my ear because I have so many earrings that I can change them every day and have a different pair probably for two years straight. I absolutely love earrings and I love wearing them. So why not have two more holes to put them in?
I also recently got my cartilage at the top of my right ear pierced. I decided to do this because my friend who is also named Kayla and I wanted to have matching piercings to show our friendship. We did it on the same night one right after the other so that we could always be reminded of each other.
The other two piercings I have on my body I would say I got them in order to further decorate myself. My belly button was always a prime piercing spot in my eyes and I was always mesmerized when I saw older girls with theirs done. It took me months to convince my parents to let me. I begged and begged and finally won my case with the argument that it wasn't a tattoo and if they didn't like it I could take it out. Finally my mom took me to get my belly button pierced. I felt more mature and excited when I could look in the mirror and see a shiny ring hanging from my navel. I'm not sure exactly why but it made me feel complete. It made me feel more like me.
When I got my nose done I was 18 and didn't have to ask my parents this time. I like the shape of my nose and I thought a nice little nose ring would compliment it perfectly. Plus I really wanted to see how my parents would react when I came home with it. My dad thought he was really funny when he flicked it.
I don't have any tattoos yet but I intend to get some. I want to get a butterfly because it reminds me of my grandma. A few of my cousins also have butterfly tattoos commemorating her. It has sentimental value and so I know I will always love it forever. When I do get tattoos they will have important meaning and it won't be something I just picked off the wall of the tattoo parlor. I've always liked tattoos especially when they're on boys.
Some people in the world are against altering your body in any way. I think that what someones body looks like should be left up to that person. If you prefer an all natural type of beauty then more power to you. If you're like me and enjoy piercings or tattoos and even find them attractive than I support that as well. As long as what your doing with your body makes you feel beautiful then does it really matter what anyone else thinks anyways?

McCain's Speech

McCain began his speech by thanking those who helped him through his campaign. He gave support to President Bush and the war. He does not believe that our government should make any major changes. He supports Mr. Bush and the white house. After that, he spent more time talking about his running mate. I think that it’s interesting that we are 15 minutes into McCain’s speech and he still has not spoken about any issues or what he is going to do to make this country better.

Now that he is finally speaking about what he’s going to do he claims to veto big spending companies who waste our money and use it for things that we don’t need. He says he wants to continue the war so those who died will not have died in vain. He also spoke about education. He wants to better the public school system by getting rid of the bad teachers and putting the power in the hands of the parents and students. As for those who lost their jobs and are failing in this economy, John McCain says you can count on him and the government to find you a new one that will last.

John McCain added effect to his speech by sharing his personal story of his time as a prisoner of war in Vietnam. While this is a very noble story and it proves that McCain loves his country, it does not have much relevance to his ability to make the right decisions as president. More time of McCain’s speech was spent talking about the Bush family, his family and himself than time spent on issues that need attention in our country. McCain’s speech did not address our country’s issues. It seems that McCain can only put down Obama instead of proving himself better.

Beauty in the Eyes of Society

In today's society we are constantly presented with ads, commercials, magazines, and even entire television shows that are dedicated to our bodies. Every single aspect of our bodies: weight, make up, clothes, etc. is discussed. Unfortunately in present day society these things have become more than just ads or commercials that are background noise, they have become lifestyles and addictions.
Celebrities have become more than entertainers to America. They have become a daily hobby. The more weight they seem to loose and the more babies they have the more we begin to see these same actions among average people. Girls will starve themselves to death just to have a body like Christina Aguleria's. Not only that but pregnancy rates among teens are climbing and I think it's not just a coincidence that all the celebrities seem to be having a baby boom as well.
The media has given us an image of what beauty is. It has also given us magazines, books, pills, creams, exercise plans and diets so that we too can have that beauty. Susan Bordo does an amazing job of presenting how the media shapes our opinions and views. I think she made several good points that showed the media for what it truly is: brainwashing. Instead of finding beauty within ourselves we look to botox, surgery, make up, or diets. It has made us believe that if he look like the person in their ad then we will be beautiful and wanted.
Weather it's through television or magazines, books or diet commercials I believe that we will always hear how to make ourselves more beautiful. Maybe one day society can be beautiful without the help of any product.

Obama's Speech

Senator Obama gave his speech accepting his nomination for Presidency last Thursday. I believe that the audience he was speaking to was middle class Americans. His speech was aimed at tax cuts, better education for young Americans, and health care. All of these are appealing issues to the middle class people. He often compared himself to the middle class, conveying that he is not just a rich man that had an easy life. He shared his own personal life story to show that was not unlike many of the people who are voting for him. The purpose of his speech was to give insight to what he would do if he became president. To add effect to his speech he touched on important issues such as the war, job opportunities, and creating new jobs geared towards more efficient energy development. He wants to higher the standards in schools. These issues are on any average Americans mind and Obama wanted to prove that he is going to address these issues promptly.
Obama encourages us to look towards the future instead of the past. He believes that now is a time for change in Washington. He supports people in America such as small business owners, working families, teachers, police men and women, and firefighters. He promises to help the people who have lost their jobs and need health care by tax cuts and by supporting the companies who do not ship their work overseas. He says he will go through the federal budget and eliminate the unused programs. Obama made his point by appealing to the people he wanted to vote for him. (The middle class) Knowing health care is a leading issue he says he will provide affordable and access able health care for all Americans. Obama gave a well delivered speech that appealed to all his voters.

Educational Texts

There are millions upon millions of different types of texts in the world, each of them conveying their own message. You see text everywhere from the time you wake up in the morning until the time you go to sleep at night. Some texts advertise, some express opinions, and some give you directions. There is a difference, however, between educational text and text used for something else.
One text that would obviously be educational is text books. When you take a class in high school or college there is almost always a text book that the class uses. This form of text is educational because it is helps students learn more from that class. A second example of educational text would be street signs. If you drive then you read street signs everyday. How much can you really learn from a street sign? Well you can learn the correct directions to go. Without street signs all of the connecting streets would be unorganized making traveling a much more difficult thing to do.
There are also forms of text that are not educational. When you read the brand of someone's clothing on their shirt you do learn what type of clothing they wear, but it's hardly educational. A second form of text that really isn't educational is text messaging on cell phones. This form of text is usually used to communicate with family or friends. While you may learn new things when you read a particular text message you are technically learning that from the person who sent you the message, not the actual text message itself.
There is an abundance of text in the world and a majority of it may be educational, but there is some text that is not.