Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Why My Grandmother is Wrong

My grandparents came to visit my dad and step mom earlier this year. I had a discussion with my grandma about gay couples having children and then about single parents having children. I was absolutely shocked to hear my grandmother denounce the idea that a single parent could, aside from monetary reasons, properly raise a kid.

"A kid needs a father and mother."
"What about dad? I don't think he did a bad job at all."

Then, today, I had to read two arguments: one for gay marriage and one against. The one against strongly insisted that young boys who grow up without a father are more likely to commit crimes. He forgot the part where most of these boys' fathers probably left the family. That the mother probably spoke often of how 'useless' her ex husband or perhaps boyfriend was. This boy has experienced abandonment by his father. Now, a boy who never grew up feeling abandoned who was raised by one woman, a mother who might have gotten pregnant by going to a sperm bank, might have experienced something different than the boy whose father abandoned his mother and him.

Children of divorce do not simply experience a saddening separation. Sure, it is definitely depressing that your parents aren't in love anymore and don't want to be together. Fine. That can be overcome more easily than worrying constantly about how one parent will hate you for loving the other, or trying to conceive why your father left you and seemingly doesn't love you anymore. Very different situations. One forces a young child to see his or her parents in separate settings at separate times. One creates an emotional unstable adult who has difficulty trusting other people.

My father raised me and my sister. Yes, I lived with my mom, but my dad is the one who taught us about life and the one who spent time with us. My situation is slightly different, but I wholly remember that the only reason I was miserable was because my parents, who I'm supposed to love, each told me every now and then how much they absolutely hated each other and constantly told me not to trust the other. Hostile environment, huh?

Most children coming from this kind of environment do not survive to become mentally stable, healthy adults. Why would an emotionally stable person join a gang, shoot up heroin, rob a deli for money at gun-point? The point is that they are less likely to.

If we look at the problem of young boys growing up without a father from only one perspective, I can see why ultra-conservatives would disapprove of two women marrying and having kids. (it does not necessarily explain two men...)

Having two father or one father or two mothers or one mother would not have made me feel the things I eventually did when I turned 13. Their hostility and hatred towards one another would have.

Kids who have at least one elder who loves them unconditionally to guide them through life, whether male or female, are more likely to become mentally stable adults.

Monday, September 27, 2010

I am a broke college student.

So, my friend Fishey and I have been spending our weekends watching Skins from the very first season and I fucking love it. The problem is that I'm spending more time doing that and internet things (like right now) than doing hw.

Other than getting behind on homework, I have a roommate who is never home and whenever she is she happens to be doing some sort of drunk shenanigan.

I was out in Cambridge with some friends hoping to smoke hookah. The hookah bar required a real ID and not just a student one. So me and Fishey went back to our respective dorms. I opened the door to my room to find all the lights on and nobody home.

Clothes had been thrown about and in the bathroom there was a small puddle of... pee. In front of the toilet stall. And nobody home to claim it.

My theater major roommate must have been terrified when she came home and I descended upon her with crazy-cleaning-lady anger and asked if she'd been home before I got back. Apparently not.

The same happened when blonde bio major roommate came home but she said she had not been drinking and had not been home to see the puddle in the bathroom.

There was one roommate left. Soccer roommate. She didn't come home. It was already like 2 or 3am so I assumed that she had come home at some point, very drunk, and probably with a friend. Tried to get clean clothes from her drawers; flung them around; attempted to use the toilet and failed then got dragged out of the room by whatever friend was with her.

Only a few days before that she had come back extremely drunk and vomited all over the bathroom floor leaving blonde bio major roommate to clean it up.

It was safe to assume it was her who pissed on the bathroom floor.

Now she's barely around, probably still embarrassed about the shit that happened. She hardly ever even sleeps here anymore.

So now, I feel bad for getting so angry with her when what I probably should have done was sat down and talked with her about her dangerous drinking habits. Whatever.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Dissecting Watchmen

So, my freshman seminar is a comic book class. Our first 'graphic novel' is Watchmen. Who watches the watchmen? Nobody! Guys like The Comedian take liberties with the power they're given. Guys like Rorschach kill people for the right reasons... but walk along the edge of psychopathic. True antiheroes are these. Every superhero is inherently human.

Reading the ending to chapter 4 is making ME feel nihilistic. As if I wasn't feeling it before... Jon's POV sounds like the voice of a man waiting for death to lift him up off his bed and carry him away. And yet there he goes - on with making new things and doing what other people suggest he do.

I think what I'm loving most about this book are the characters. I don't care about the story; I've seen the movie and know it. There is so much more depth into the characters in the book than in the movie.

Only up to chapter 4... must keep reading.

Monday, September 13, 2010

The VMAs

saveitforoprah:  thisismvp:  Drake “I Quit, I Quit” After Bieber wins Best New Artist.  LOLOL  Awww, Drake. You mad?  I love the “Whatever, it ain’t no thang” nose rub…

Drake: "I quit. I quit."

Courtesy of HellandHeartaches.com

xDDD Poor Drake. I feel your pain. Justin Bieber winning anything that isn't an award from Nickelodeon's Kid's Choice Awards is just a fucking sham.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

On College

Moved in about 4 days ago. I'm kinda liking the city, although, it's no NYC :( Fish's mom commented "I'm sorry that this isn't your beloved Manhattan. You need to get over it." I spent a lot of my weekend hanging out with Fish and kinda sorta not meeting new people like I should be. Had 3 classes so far, the first two were boring: English and Suffolk 101. My Empires and Globalization class is sounding exciting though :DD I'm going to pick up my new textbook and actually skim the first chapter.

Monday, August 30, 2010

Fuck You: Long Reign the Bitch


Amy Winehouse is my fucking hero right now. GET OFF THEM DRUGS AND MAKE NEW MUSIC!!

Been watching a lot of random documentaries on Netflix as of late. In the Atheism section I don't recommend The God Who Wasn't There. THIS GUY's review is pretty much spot-on. Jesus Camp on the other hand... now that is some frightening shit. Very well done documentary on the rise of fundamentalist Christianity. Extremist anything scares the crap outta me. For fuck's sake, live and let live.

Non-documentary movies I've watched lately: The Switch and Inception.
The Switch is some overly corny chick flick. I went to go see it because a friend asked me too. There were SO MANY fap jokes they could have made. Only one popped up *sadface*. I guess the plotline is decent but moves really slowly and doesn't get too exciting. You spend most of it WAITING for the main character to tell this woman the truth about his drunkenly switching his sperm with another guy's.

Fuck. Do I really need to promote Inception any more? It was incredible. big f-you to a friend of mine who thought I wouldn't understand it. It's just a shit ton of dreams within dreams (within more dreams). Acting was great but I really would have been more excited if Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Ellen Page had a little more romance.

I've just finished all the past episodes of How I Met Your Mother :DDD Barney Stintson is obviousy everyone's favorite jackass. Can not wait for the new season of HIMYM and Big Bang Theory.

I got 5 days to get my shit together and move away so fuck feeling like shit. I spent a lot of time letting someone I don't even talk to or see make me feel shitty. Putty in his hands, manipulated I allowed myself to be but the bitch is back. My tears dry on their own, I don't need my life to be defined by someone else.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

College in 13 Days

There are two weeks left before my mom and sister drive me up to Boston. I'm realizing more and more just how much I'm leaving behind in New York.

Despite how excited I am to be going some place new and meeting new people I'm still pretty terrified of saying goodbye. Life is going to be much different. For once, I get to live without my crazy mother and without allergy-ridden cats and without my crazy Catholic grandma. Never again will I have to fucking worry about my clothes being dress code appropriate. ibghlskdbrhrudsk TOTAL mindfuck. Let me tell you just how exciting that is: I am dying my hair blue and cutting it shorter. I am walking into each of my classes without covering up my piercings OR my tattoo. The very first day of classes will see me in short shorts, combat boots, and a tank top.

Boston is only like 4 hours away from the city so I'll be able to visit fairly often. Next weekend is shopping for dorm things and class things. I know I'll miss Manhattan, but I will love Boston too.

Monday, August 9, 2010

Open Letters to Different People

I'm really tired of all this waiting. Waiting for people I love to come home. Waiting to leave home and move on with my life. Drinking doesn't make it less painful, stupid television shows don't make it go faster, sleeping and napping don't make the time pass any quicker. I'm stuck in limbo. Limbo happens to be an empty apartment with empty walls and no one in it but me.

Love is a rotting sack of shit.

I miss you so much, but I can't tell you that. All I've been wanting is for you to call my phone and tell me you missed me too. How did I become this way? Terrified of letting someone know I care about them and even more terrified that they don't care and will leave me. Your ex was in one of my dreams. She and I were beating each other up. I knocked her down to her knees and she managed to say she was sorry for taking you from me. It occurred to me that I was doing exactly the same thing. The guilt of it is killing me.

Family secrets rot away at everyone.

I wish you had been around more when I was a kid. I know you were young, but you made me feel so unwanted. I can't believe that this is what it has come to. Only weeks before I move out of this house forever and all you do is fucking scream at me, go to baseball games, go out to bars. Fuck you. For thinking I would just suddenly start forgiving you after everything you put me through. Nothing has changed except that, now, I don't want you around. You can't live a single minute without turning everything into a dramatic issue. Stop making everything complicated. The last thing I need is more stress before making one of the biggest changes in my life.

Friendship breakups are just as painful.

You stopped eating with me at lunch. You stopped talking to me between classes. You even stopped making plans with me outside of school. I waited a year before deleting you from facebook. Why should I let you into my life if you don't even want to be there?

Optimism is naive but pessimism is depressing and unavoidable.
None of these people will ever read this and I don't care. At least it's on paper now instead of pounding at my brain.

Saturday, August 7, 2010

Hangover at 7am

I stayed out with one of the grandest partyers I know - my sister. Needless to say, I got fucked up last night. You never want to be drunk on someone else's roof (or any roof for that matter). It's just extremely stupid. My throat is on fire after accidentally inhaling ash from a bowl. You can't do much right when you got beer in your tummy. My sister - the queen of getting home drunk without dying - dragged us home at 2am and I fell asleep on her couch still 5.

Left after waking up and started on making my anti-hangover breakfast. Behold:

-Raspberry tea
-Orange juice
-Tofu w/ soy sauce
-Scrambled eggs

I think health binging for a while wouldn't be a bad idea. Back to my tofu.

Friday, August 6, 2010

29 Days Left Before Boston

I've been waiting for my housing info to get here since orientation back in June. Finally came on tuesday and it turns out I'm in a quad :D

That means theres four of us which worries me that I might be bringing too much to the dorm. I don't own a lot of crap but I made a pretty complete list of what needs to come with me (minus the computer and bag because those are obvious).

MOVING LIST:
  • Clothes from dresser & closet-thing
  • Jackets/coats
  • Office supplies from desk
  • Playstation & video games
  • Boots/shoes
  • Movies
  • Tiny TV
  • Hairdryer/brush
  • Jewelry (by which I mean earrings...I don't wear jewelry)
  • iHome
  • Lamps
  • Green rolling drawers
  • GLASSES
  • Silly decorating things
  • The Sims2 & StarCraft
  • Tea & honey
  • Toiletries
  • Bed sheets
  • Pillows
  • Egg crate
  • The huge supply of looseleaf paper I have
  • Notebooks
  • Pictures
  • COFFEE.
  • 'FUCK YEAH!' sign I made
  • Wall stickies
  • Bulletin board
  • Lucky wisdom tooth
  • Sketchbook
  • Easel/paints/brushes
  • Landry basket
...I hope it all fits in my corner of the room.
Also: where the hell did this shit come from??

The waiting is feeling like years. I'm planning to take a road trip to Montreal with a friend of mine who *actually* drives and has a license. I'll just apply for mine when I get to Boston. Anywho, the drinking age in Montreal happens to be 18 so of course like a good catholic girl I shall protect my innocence I'm gonna party it up and check out the bars. My best guy friend will be there to babysit my lightweight ass.

I have more to say... but I forgot what it was so adios for now.

Monday, August 2, 2010

Curiosity Killed the Bitch

It's been months since I've felt like writing on my blog. A lot has changed in these few months. People I thought were my friends or could be my friends are almost gone from my social circle. Things that, a year ago, I never would have considered doing I did this summer. Like hooking up with an ex who simultaneously happens to be the only person I was ever in love with / scumbag who chose to spend his last year before college with someone else.

It boggles my mind when people think they know what they want out of life when they're just as fucking confused as you are. They go for it with such fervor that they've almost got you believing too; but the more they try to convince you that it IS really what they want the more you see that they don't know shit. This guy told me he was still in love with me, something I knew he was thinking about way back in February. So then why didn't he give me more time than the other person he was dating? Oh? A part of him will always love her too. So, I'm a back-up? Why should I waste my mental and emotional energy on a person who kept me in second? You can't have your cake and eat it too.
He even tried to tell me that he conquered some of his commitment issues by staying with this girl for an entire year. That isn't commitment; not if you know exactly when it will end. He knew they were going to break up before camp, before college. To double the commitment-fail here: he waited until the time he had left with me, the relationship he ran away from because it was too serious, became so little that he knew he wouldn't have to nor would he be able to commit to anything once he admitted that he was still in love with me. Absolutely no strings attached!

Another thing I did that I have never done before: I cheated on a boyfriend. Fuck. I don't cheat. I just don't. It isn't right. If you really would rather be with one person over another, break off the existing relationship. AND if you feel like being with both at once then don't be a douche. Be honest and it has the possibility of blowing up in your face or be a dirty liar and it absolutely WILL blow up in your face.
A person who pressures you to cheat on the girl/guy you're dating at the moment in order to hookup with them is a pretty low piece of shit.

All of these things rack up quite a few negative points.

So why do I still have feelings for this person? fml

There is more I want to say about people who choose to end friendships without having a reason but I'll save that for another post.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

this is becoming a really dark corner...

A few months or weeks ago I had two very frightening dreams. I talked to a really good friend about them and this is what she told me:

The first dream was a mock christian charity fund commercial. Little children were lying unconscious on beds while mothers used knives to slice out the diseased parts of their skin. I woke up crying and for the longest time had trouble falling asleep without anxiety about the next fucked up thing my brain would come up with. My friend told me that I was the child and that I was afraid of people cutting out parts of me that they thought of as bad or infected such as parts of my personality or beliefs.


Another dream I had was about a super thin girl in the mall... i wrote a post about it here. My friend told me that I was imagining myself as the girl and that I was afraid of destroying myself in some way because I have every ability to do so. Even if I consciously know that I won't do anything self-destructive I will still have this lingering fear that curiosity or insanity (or depression) will get the best of me.

This theme continued today in my sleep-deprived day-dream(nightmare) where I was as thin as I am now but felt like I weighed a ton as I dragged myself across the floor trying to reach a door. That one was obvious, to me at least.

I understand these dreams now; I'm scared of holding myself back. I AM holding myself back and I AM destroying myself by not sleeping, by allowing my insecurities to keep me from getting school work done and getting into college. I need to work through my shitty problems, get over them, and move forward. It shouldn't be hard but it is.