Good Morning. I'm gonna be late for school but not too late....I'll get in at about 7:45. But as I have some time now, I'm thinking about the future.
What do I really wanna do with my life?
Well, really, I can't do anything with my life until I get myself together......
I think that I am finally going to get myself together. I think that I am worth saving, worth living, worth being.
The process shall start NOW!!!
YAY!
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Friday, December 5, 2008
Should It Matter?
In love, there are many trials and tribulations. There are people that will be happy for you and your love, and there are others that will condemn you. When a stranger condemns you for your soul mate, you can just pass it by and say....whatever.
But.
When does it become too much?
Answer these questions:
1.) Are you hateful?
2.) What is your religion?
3.) Are you fearful of something that is different?
4.) Do you believe in love?
5.) Are you in love?
6.) Have you ever been in love?
7.) Do you think that Homosexuality is a disease?
8.) Is Homosexuality the same as murder?
9.) Would you demonstrate against Homosexuality at the funeral of a murdered Homosexual?
10.) Have you disliked a person just because of their sexuality?
and finally,
11.) Has the thought of "doing away" with all homosexuals ever crossed your mind?
Okay, answer me this:
From the 1870's to the late 1960's, African-Americans in America and particulary in the south, have been fighting for fair treatment and civil rights, EQUAL rights. There were people that killed blacks for the simple reason of being black. Almost 100 years.....they fought and gained their rights. Except for the "gaining their rights part" does this sound a little familiar?
Now, let me answer a few things:
Homosexuality is not a disease.
Love is love.
You do not "choose" to be gay or lebsian. It's who you are.
The way some people treat Gays and Lesbians are almost THE SAME as how some people treated African-Americans in the early 1900's, and yet, most black people are against it. Incredibly Ironic.
Christians, even though Homosexuality is a sin in the bible, you will STILL go to hell for murdering one.
Treat others the way you want to be treated? Some of you guys need to go back to elementary school for common manners. Religion says otherwise? Ah, I'm not going to get through to everyone like I want to, but for anyone this IS listening, I'm going to say one more thing:
Imagine you. You try to live your life. But, you are constantly turned down from jobs, housing, proper food service. People stay away from you. People look at you differently. People sneer, spit, curse, demean, and everything unimaginable to you. Then they kill you for not being like them. They beat your body so horrifically, cut you, shoot you, then leave your body on the side of the street, or in the river, or in a disgusting place. You can't even have a peaceful burial, they demonstrate and oppose buring you like A HUMAN, b/c they think that you are not human. You eventually get buried, but they desecrate your headstone, and sometimes, they are never caught.
Think about that before you think about gays and lesbians again.
OH! and you know what? This is all coming from a straight person......so that's says a lot for people that only think that homosexuals are the only people that agree with equal treatment.
[[.....cough, cough.......I DO TOO!!]]
But.
When does it become too much?
Answer these questions:
1.) Are you hateful?
2.) What is your religion?
3.) Are you fearful of something that is different?
4.) Do you believe in love?
5.) Are you in love?
6.) Have you ever been in love?
7.) Do you think that Homosexuality is a disease?
8.) Is Homosexuality the same as murder?
9.) Would you demonstrate against Homosexuality at the funeral of a murdered Homosexual?
10.) Have you disliked a person just because of their sexuality?
and finally,
11.) Has the thought of "doing away" with all homosexuals ever crossed your mind?
Okay, answer me this:
From the 1870's to the late 1960's, African-Americans in America and particulary in the south, have been fighting for fair treatment and civil rights, EQUAL rights. There were people that killed blacks for the simple reason of being black. Almost 100 years.....they fought and gained their rights. Except for the "gaining their rights part" does this sound a little familiar?
Now, let me answer a few things:
Homosexuality is not a disease.
Love is love.
You do not "choose" to be gay or lebsian. It's who you are.
The way some people treat Gays and Lesbians are almost THE SAME as how some people treated African-Americans in the early 1900's, and yet, most black people are against it. Incredibly Ironic.
Christians, even though Homosexuality is a sin in the bible, you will STILL go to hell for murdering one.
Treat others the way you want to be treated? Some of you guys need to go back to elementary school for common manners. Religion says otherwise? Ah, I'm not going to get through to everyone like I want to, but for anyone this IS listening, I'm going to say one more thing:
Imagine you. You try to live your life. But, you are constantly turned down from jobs, housing, proper food service. People stay away from you. People look at you differently. People sneer, spit, curse, demean, and everything unimaginable to you. Then they kill you for not being like them. They beat your body so horrifically, cut you, shoot you, then leave your body on the side of the street, or in the river, or in a disgusting place. You can't even have a peaceful burial, they demonstrate and oppose buring you like A HUMAN, b/c they think that you are not human. You eventually get buried, but they desecrate your headstone, and sometimes, they are never caught.
Think about that before you think about gays and lesbians again.
OH! and you know what? This is all coming from a straight person......so that's says a lot for people that only think that homosexuals are the only people that agree with equal treatment.
[[.....cough, cough.......I DO TOO!!]]
Thursday, December 4, 2008
A Girl......
Hey Guys.....
Hey! Do you wanna hear something incredibly funny??
Something made me get in tune with my.....other....sexual....side.
Okay, here is the truth. I love men. Well, really the male anatomy if you wanna get real about it. I actually hate their ego-tisical-ness. But that's besides the point. I love men and I convinced myself that I would marry one and I'd live happily ever, always getting pounded in my yoni with a huge lingam.....but I did not anticipate meeting this girl. It really started when I read Zane's Purple Panties and I was panting at the end of the book. I started to rather...."test" myself out to see if I really did like girls. A few kisses, boob and butt grabs later, I found that I kinda liked it. The male anatomy was too desiring for me, I guess. Then comes the debate over whether Homosexuality is right or wrong. Okay, here is my honest opinion: In the bible, homosexuality is a sin and it's wrong. Okay, I can come to terms with that. What I don't understand is Christians that go around and HATE and HARASS and DEMEAN, and UNDERMINE homosexuals. It's such hypocrisy, it makes me dislike most christians b/c of the way most people act to them. Anyway, I'm going to continue this conversation in "Should it matter?" coming soon! lol. My family are pure homophobes. And let me say, I don't care if they banish me for being gay, ha! Let them! My family are a bunch of psychos anyway. I'm caring if it's really true if I feel this way or not. Do I like the same sex enough to persue a relationship? Yeahhh....her name was Neisha and she was beautiful. Hell, she still is. The flaw in our relationship is that Neisha was a lebsian and soooooo proud of it, and I am not saying that being a lesbian is something not to be proud of, she was just yelling it from the depths of her lungs, and me, of course, eh, I wasn't there yet. It was fun being with her, but after a while, we both became bored. She ended up cheating on me, and I broke up with her, but the difference is that we are still cordial to each other. Whenever I see her, it's still the same: "nice semi-hearty "Hi" and wave". As I am typing this, I am now realizing that I am straight.......but.........it'll take a very special girl to make me think again.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
A Photographic Reminder
Hey Guys.
So, last Monday I didn't go to school. I decided to take a day and try to relax b/c my stress is building up dramatically. That being said, I missed something at school, and that turned out to be my English teacher handed out Hamlet books and started on them. Got back to school on Wednesday (Tuesday was a teacher workday) and Elrod gave me a Hamlet book, but it wasn't like the rest of the books that my classmates had. I opened up the book and started to flip back and forth through the pages, and I saw a picture used as a bookmark. I looked at the picture and lost my breath. It was the one boy I wanted more than anything else in the world: John Fox
I almost screamed, but I cried. I think I cried for that entire semester of chasing him and trying my damn best to make him see that he's missing a good thing. John was everything that I wanted.
Real.Smart.Sexy.Mysterious.Sweet.Tall.Built.Pretty Eyes.AndBigArmsThatICouldLoseMyselfIn.
I remember being in the hall and our eyes intertwining almost every time that we saw each other. Then, all of the sudden, I changed my classes and he sat beside me in math class. He hastily sat down from running across the school to not be late, and breathing hard and sweating but smelling of Axe he said:
"Hey"
I was in love.
I tried so hard to make him see me, but all he saw was a good friend.
A friend.
John was and will probably always remain one of the guys that a piece of me with them. I just didn't know what I was going to do if I didn't get with him. When he hung with other girls, I got insanely jealous and that's unlike me. I got bitten by Cupid's little bitch, and I hated and loved the feeling. Not until about 4 months after he left, I stopped thinking about him constantly. We talk occasionally now, but it'll never the same.
[[HEY! CUPID'S BITCH! YEAHHH, YOU! I hope you had fun biting the fuck out of me!!]]
So, last Monday I didn't go to school. I decided to take a day and try to relax b/c my stress is building up dramatically. That being said, I missed something at school, and that turned out to be my English teacher handed out Hamlet books and started on them. Got back to school on Wednesday (Tuesday was a teacher workday) and Elrod gave me a Hamlet book, but it wasn't like the rest of the books that my classmates had. I opened up the book and started to flip back and forth through the pages, and I saw a picture used as a bookmark. I looked at the picture and lost my breath. It was the one boy I wanted more than anything else in the world: John Fox
I almost screamed, but I cried. I think I cried for that entire semester of chasing him and trying my damn best to make him see that he's missing a good thing. John was everything that I wanted.
Real.Smart.Sexy.Mysterious.Sweet.Tall.Built.Pretty Eyes.AndBigArmsThatICouldLoseMyselfIn.
I remember being in the hall and our eyes intertwining almost every time that we saw each other. Then, all of the sudden, I changed my classes and he sat beside me in math class. He hastily sat down from running across the school to not be late, and breathing hard and sweating but smelling of Axe he said:
"Hey"
I was in love.
I tried so hard to make him see me, but all he saw was a good friend.
A friend.
John was and will probably always remain one of the guys that a piece of me with them. I just didn't know what I was going to do if I didn't get with him. When he hung with other girls, I got insanely jealous and that's unlike me. I got bitten by Cupid's little bitch, and I hated and loved the feeling. Not until about 4 months after he left, I stopped thinking about him constantly. We talk occasionally now, but it'll never the same.
[[HEY! CUPID'S BITCH! YEAHHH, YOU! I hope you had fun biting the fuck out of me!!]]
Friday, November 7, 2008
Irony and My New Phone
Ah, today I'm going to simulate your minds with talk about phones.
I'm a 17 year old female teenager and I talk on the phone, text and type. Surprised? You shouldn't be. Stereotypical? In most cases. To only little white girls that live in big houses? No. I talk on the phone like I'm a addict to communication. I don't know why, I'm just a talkative person. I always have been. I would be the most popular girl in school, if it wasn't for my size and my low self-esteem. Now, you might be saying, "big girls are popular too!" Uhm. That's rarely actually true. In all truth, no overweight girl is happy with their size. They are not! I'm sorry but that's the truth. Any heavy-set girl that actually tells you with a smile that they are happy, is telling a lie. Oh, believe me, I wish they were telling the truth. That would give me immense hope. But, things aren't so. Society today and for quite a while has looked down on heavy children as outcasts in a sense. We can't necessarily run, climb a rope, dance, look forward to gym, sit in class and not expect the snickering and eyes aimlessly pointing at you to not be about you, ride the bus comfortably, and be social. Many people that are thin don't even have the smallest fathom of how school is like for overweight kids. Teachers will try to understand, principals will try to make you feel better, but unless you were at one point and time or still are a big girl, or even a big boy, you can never really understand the immense package that it comes with. People are cruel. They always were, are, and will be. You have to pick out the people that can give a big dump about your size; the people that love you for YOU. Like, for example, my best friend Kimmie, whose blog is also on here, she could careless about my weight. We don't talk about it cause it's not a issue. That's a true friend. People, teenagers in particular, have to realize that there is a big difference between a friend and someone that you know. In high school, a friend will sit beside you all the time during lunch. It's the person that you are always seen with. That person that when we are all walking in the huge conglomerate in the hallway, that you instantly run to catch up with, or break the smooth flow with a hug and a squeal that going to piss off somebody that doesn't have friends, and that person who you will do something crazy with, and remember for quite a while. A person that you know is someone that you sit beside one day, don't or hardly talk to, and if you pass them in the hallway, you more than likely don't say anything too. I have more people that I know than friends. And actually that's okay! My friends are amazing and I love them to death. The people that I know, they are nice to be around, but we don't talk outside of school. Friends and popularity are not measured by how many people are on your myspace and facebook, it's measured on who is going to comfort you when you are feeling sad or when you need a shoulder.
Anyway, so now I have a new cell phone and it's amazing but also so begins the inevitable -do I really want to give you my number??- phase. Gah, it's sickening but it's customary. I'll tell you all about it as soon as it's over with.
I'm a 17 year old female teenager and I talk on the phone, text and type. Surprised? You shouldn't be. Stereotypical? In most cases. To only little white girls that live in big houses? No. I talk on the phone like I'm a addict to communication. I don't know why, I'm just a talkative person. I always have been. I would be the most popular girl in school, if it wasn't for my size and my low self-esteem. Now, you might be saying, "big girls are popular too!" Uhm. That's rarely actually true. In all truth, no overweight girl is happy with their size. They are not! I'm sorry but that's the truth. Any heavy-set girl that actually tells you with a smile that they are happy, is telling a lie. Oh, believe me, I wish they were telling the truth. That would give me immense hope. But, things aren't so. Society today and for quite a while has looked down on heavy children as outcasts in a sense. We can't necessarily run, climb a rope, dance, look forward to gym, sit in class and not expect the snickering and eyes aimlessly pointing at you to not be about you, ride the bus comfortably, and be social. Many people that are thin don't even have the smallest fathom of how school is like for overweight kids. Teachers will try to understand, principals will try to make you feel better, but unless you were at one point and time or still are a big girl, or even a big boy, you can never really understand the immense package that it comes with. People are cruel. They always were, are, and will be. You have to pick out the people that can give a big dump about your size; the people that love you for YOU. Like, for example, my best friend Kimmie, whose blog is also on here, she could careless about my weight. We don't talk about it cause it's not a issue. That's a true friend. People, teenagers in particular, have to realize that there is a big difference between a friend and someone that you know. In high school, a friend will sit beside you all the time during lunch. It's the person that you are always seen with. That person that when we are all walking in the huge conglomerate in the hallway, that you instantly run to catch up with, or break the smooth flow with a hug and a squeal that going to piss off somebody that doesn't have friends, and that person who you will do something crazy with, and remember for quite a while. A person that you know is someone that you sit beside one day, don't or hardly talk to, and if you pass them in the hallway, you more than likely don't say anything too. I have more people that I know than friends. And actually that's okay! My friends are amazing and I love them to death. The people that I know, they are nice to be around, but we don't talk outside of school. Friends and popularity are not measured by how many people are on your myspace and facebook, it's measured on who is going to comfort you when you are feeling sad or when you need a shoulder.
Anyway, so now I have a new cell phone and it's amazing but also so begins the inevitable -do I really want to give you my number??- phase. Gah, it's sickening but it's customary. I'll tell you all about it as soon as it's over with.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Ignorance In All It's Beauty [[part 1]]
Today was a pretty okay day. Let me elaborate
It's always interesting to watch ignorance in it's happiest state. On my school bus, the village idiot is on the bus, feeling happy, sitting by the next in a long line of brainless young girls that will fall victim to his smile, aimlessly talking and hitting on the bus driver. I've known this village idiot for a quite a while, his older sister and his younger brother as well. It's mind boggling to watch someone that's about 20 years old as a junior in high school actually happy that it's so. That's why I call him the village idiot. I listened to my morning mix of Anita Baker and Taking Back Sunday on mp3 trying to think about what I have to do today. I know that above all else, I have to concentrate and get work done. Getting off the bus was a struggle this morning. Some black people and shoes, I'll never quite know what the deal is. The village idiot had his shoes out in the aisle and would not move them as people was trying get by. A touch of my anger came down as I was wanted to take his shoes off and throw them in a puddle of mud, just to get through his non-talking head that his shoes are not as important as courtesy for others. How would you like it if I put my huge thigh in the aisle with only a sliver of space to go through?
Speaking of struggles, Latin class. If you are really good in English, Latin is going to be a little trying for you. As it is with me. Add to the stress that you have to understand this material.....fellow classmates. The majority of my classmates in Latin are deliciously preppy and conservative. My complete opposite. I am outspoken, real, and liberal with morals that are fair to people not religion. This past election has came up in my class so many times. The ignorance that comes out of their mouths are very laughable sometimes. Yesterday however, it came to it's breaking point. I won't say exactly what happened, but I know that politics won't be coming up anytime soon in our class. Thank goodness, cause it's becoming too much. Whiners about politics are the most repulsive mainly b/c if they so strongly wanted it to be this way, they should have been out campaigning for that person/and or party. I did, and what I wanted to happen came true. So, please stop whining. There is nothing you can do about it now. Just wait for another year, and when you get all your precious money back, you can finally shut. up. I did, however, take the pledge of allegiance today. I'm doing so b/c I am proud of my country again. I did see however, a lot of the McCain supporters unnaturally lazy these last two days. Hmmm.............
The leaves of change always picks everyone up, but always leaves someone behind.
It's always interesting to watch ignorance in it's happiest state. On my school bus, the village idiot is on the bus, feeling happy, sitting by the next in a long line of brainless young girls that will fall victim to his smile, aimlessly talking and hitting on the bus driver. I've known this village idiot for a quite a while, his older sister and his younger brother as well. It's mind boggling to watch someone that's about 20 years old as a junior in high school actually happy that it's so. That's why I call him the village idiot. I listened to my morning mix of Anita Baker and Taking Back Sunday on mp3 trying to think about what I have to do today. I know that above all else, I have to concentrate and get work done. Getting off the bus was a struggle this morning. Some black people and shoes, I'll never quite know what the deal is. The village idiot had his shoes out in the aisle and would not move them as people was trying get by. A touch of my anger came down as I was wanted to take his shoes off and throw them in a puddle of mud, just to get through his non-talking head that his shoes are not as important as courtesy for others. How would you like it if I put my huge thigh in the aisle with only a sliver of space to go through?
Speaking of struggles, Latin class. If you are really good in English, Latin is going to be a little trying for you. As it is with me. Add to the stress that you have to understand this material.....fellow classmates. The majority of my classmates in Latin are deliciously preppy and conservative. My complete opposite. I am outspoken, real, and liberal with morals that are fair to people not religion. This past election has came up in my class so many times. The ignorance that comes out of their mouths are very laughable sometimes. Yesterday however, it came to it's breaking point. I won't say exactly what happened, but I know that politics won't be coming up anytime soon in our class. Thank goodness, cause it's becoming too much. Whiners about politics are the most repulsive mainly b/c if they so strongly wanted it to be this way, they should have been out campaigning for that person/and or party. I did, and what I wanted to happen came true. So, please stop whining. There is nothing you can do about it now. Just wait for another year, and when you get all your precious money back, you can finally shut. up. I did, however, take the pledge of allegiance today. I'm doing so b/c I am proud of my country again. I did see however, a lot of the McCain supporters unnaturally lazy these last two days. Hmmm.............
The leaves of change always picks everyone up, but always leaves someone behind.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
My First Official Blog!
Wow, this is the first!
Hey Guys, let me introduce myself. My name is Alexandria Mone't Coburn. I am a 17 year old, Anita Baker fanatic (www.adoringanitabaker.ning.com I created this site!), High school senior, and aspiring writer, lawyer, senator, and Political correspondent.
While I'm on the subject of politics.......Barack. Obama. Our 44th President of the United States, the first african-american president, the only president since Franklin D. Rooselvelt to bring a country out of a terrible recession and downfall.
As you will see later on in my blogs, I am also a extremely staunch democrat and I talk about politics like it's going out of style.
I decided to create this blog so I can, for lack of a better word, document my journey into the world from a insecure, but yet secure, overweight, but fabulous in her mind, beautiful, intelligent, young black lady, to what I hope to be: A self assured, sucessful in everything, happy, Young and Mature Black Woman.
-smiles-!
I am also a very funny, fun-loving girl, but I can get really passionate, and sometimes crazy angry on some subjects. But I know that this blog I'm starting will be exciting to read!!!!
Hey Guys, let me introduce myself. My name is Alexandria Mone't Coburn. I am a 17 year old, Anita Baker fanatic (www.adoringanitabaker.ning.com I created this site!), High school senior, and aspiring writer, lawyer, senator, and Political correspondent.
While I'm on the subject of politics.......Barack. Obama. Our 44th President of the United States, the first african-american president, the only president since Franklin D. Rooselvelt to bring a country out of a terrible recession and downfall.
As you will see later on in my blogs, I am also a extremely staunch democrat and I talk about politics like it's going out of style.
I decided to create this blog so I can, for lack of a better word, document my journey into the world from a insecure, but yet secure, overweight, but fabulous in her mind, beautiful, intelligent, young black lady, to what I hope to be: A self assured, sucessful in everything, happy, Young and Mature Black Woman.
-smiles-!
I am also a very funny, fun-loving girl, but I can get really passionate, and sometimes crazy angry on some subjects. But I know that this blog I'm starting will be exciting to read!!!!
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