Wake Up in the Mornin' Feelin' Like P. Diddy

Hey! It certainly has been a while. Sorry I didn't get the chance to write over the past week. Hope everyone had a decent holiday. I just wanted to update since I haven't in a while. I'll try to throw in a letter for Missive Monday towards the end.

Some Thoughts From the Week:

o I'm not one for all of the turkey and stuffing, but my grandma makes some of the best desserts ever! (Hummingbird Cake, Red Velvet Cake, Pound Cake, Sweet Potato Pie, etc.) There are some gifted bakers in my family.

o There is nothing like the holidays with my family.

o I've decided to write a screenplay about my family family on Thanksgiving. The world could use more movies to watch on Thanksgiving...not just Christmas movies.

o Though holidays should be joyful times, terrible, unexplainable and devastating things still happen.

o Holidays always bring a sense of hope, even when it's hard to be hopeful.

o Riding a wave of hope, my family bought lottery tickets this week. The Mega Millions jackpot is up to $57 Million and the Hit 5 jackpot is up to $470,000. My fingers are crossed.

o I've come to realize that there will always be people in your family that you love, but you don't like. Bad people are everywhere and you can't expect your family to be exempt from that. I'm not naive, I've known this for a long time, but no one wants to admit it. People can change, people can redeem themselves, but often they're stuck in their ways and they won't. But you can change your situation by getting out of it.

o Tacoma is a beautiful place. I'm glad I grew up there.

So, I only have 20 days until I'm done with Linfield. Craaaazy. The last time I posted how many days I had left, it was 100 and that seems like it wasn't even that long ago. This semester sure has flown by. I only wish I had a job. But, I have no doubt something wonderful will come my way, something usually does. It just takes some time.

So, I'm still on the hunt for a job...no one is hiring. Well, I could probably find a job at a coffee shop or pizza place, and I know this is the wrong time to be picky, but I don't want to settle for a job I don't want to do. Maybe that's wrong of me, but I gotta do what I gotta do.

Now, I have something to offer you guys:

Alright, have you guys heard of Google Wave? I just got an invite to preview it. With the invite comes 8 more invites. It's really cool, but it's something that's cool when people you know use it too. You can do all kinds of collaborating on projects and stuff, or interactive type emails. It's hard to explain as well as the Google peeps do, but I think it'd be fun to try out with you guys.

That being said: do any of you want an invite so I can have people to play around with on it?  You can also go on YouTube and search for it and you can watch videos, made by Google, that'll tell you what it's about.

I have to start packing so I'm not doing it all at one time. I'm the worst at packing, though, so we'll see how this goes.

On a musical note (haha, musical note), here's a song that I grew to love over the last week. It's called 'Super Jerkin'' by Keke Palmer. I love it. She had a contest going, so the beginning of the video is about that. You can just skip to the two minute mark to hear the song.

Don't forget to let me know if you want to try Google Wave :)

Alrighty, I'm gonna have to do a Missive Monday post later.

Title Song: 'TiK ToK' - Ke$ha

Fathers, Be Good to Your Daughters

Daughters will love like you do.
Girls become lovers, who turn into mothers,
So mothers be good to your daughters, too.


Well, I'm back! I'm assuming I'll probably write more in the coming week because of the break from school and all.

Anyhoo, it's [Non]Fiction Friday, so here's a monologue I wrote in Kate Hawkes' acting class. I also performed it for one of her Performing Wellness events. I was waaaaaay nervous. More nervous than I can remember being for any show I've been in.

Well, it speaks for itself, so here it is:

Daddy's Little Girl (monologue)

[Non-Fiction]

by Moi

Your life? What about my life? What about my feelings? You left me. Before I even got a chance to know you, you left me. I didn’t get a second to see your face or hear your voice or to smell your cologne. I didn’t have any chance to pick up on any small detail that I could keep as a memory of you.

“My dad is a lawyer,” Susie said.

“My dad is a doctor,” Jenny bragged.

What was I supposed to say? “My father is a prick and I’m a bastard.”

That was the truth, but I couldn’t tell it. So, mostly, like any other imaginative child, I made up stories. Instead of using my imagination to fool my classmates into thinking my dog got taken by a UFO, I had to come up with stories about why you were never around when my friends came over.

Until I got older and I realized that, I didn’t need to lie. You had never done anything for me, so why should I have to cover for you? You left me; I didn’t leave you. I have always been here.  Year after year, I would sit around wishing to get a phone call from a perfect stranger. I wanted to know you. Why didn’t you want to know me? I wanted a dad and not a father.

When I was younger, I used to wonder, why is it that Jenny and Susie got dads and I got a father? All I ever wanted was to be “Daddy’s Little Girl” but really, I was just my father’s illegitimate child. Your actions made me ashamed to be me, and that is not okay. You took away so much of my confidence and you never even said I’m sorry.

But I’m all grown up now and I see that I didn’t need you to show me how to climb a tree, and I didn’t need you to teach me how to fix a car. I didn’t even need you to be my dad. I didn’t need you. I don’t need you and that is the greatest realization ever. Because now that I understand that, I understand who I’m not. But more importantly, I understand who I am.

Well, yet again, thanks for reading. Talk to you guys soon.

Title Song: 'Daughters' - John Mayer
(not usually a fan, but this is a decent song)

T-N-T! We Blow It Up Like, 'BOOM!'

So, for Throwback Thursday I'm going to talk about high school.

Yeah, I know, high school is such a bittersweet time (or maybe just a bitter time for some), but every so often something crosses my mind and I just get all nostalgic. I was just looking at the group dedicated to my high school on Facebook and I went and looked up the school's website.

I miss a lot the friends I had in high school. I miss playing sports. I miss being on the step team. I miss a lot of my teachers. I miss the feeling of being on top of the world as a senior.

I went to:

Stadium High School

Home of the Tigers

Colors: Blue & Gold

Class of: 2005

Extracurriculars (Non-Sport):

-Navy JROTC

-Top Notch Tigers or TNT (Step Team)

-Stadium World (Newspaper)

-Student Store

-Drill Team

Sports:

-Basketball

-Track & Field (more field than track)

-Lacrosse

Fun & Random Facts:

-I tried out for the cheerleading team

-I was kicked out of class once for receiving a piece of cake for my birthday

-I was once threatened, by another black student, that he had friends in the KKK who would "punish" me for being a "Black girl who was too proud" ...he seriously had issues being black

-I accidentally sent a chain email to my basketball coach that was all about the benefits of sex; he sent a response that simply said, "You better not be doing this." I wasn't.

-I was almost suspended on the last day of school, within 15 minutes of the final bell ringing

Notable Teachers:

-Coach Clark (Basketball)

-Ms. Perkins (Freshman & Junior English)

-Mrs. Keeney (WA State History, Psych)

-Chief Harkness (JROTC)

-Mr. Kasner (French)

-Mrs. Dell (ASL)

-Mr. Dale  (Pre-Calculus)

-Mr. Buchholz (World Issues)

-Mr. Cartledge (Health)

-Mrs. Anderson (Dance)

-Mr. Chandler (Senior English)

-Ms. Gilson (Photography)

Favorite Subjects:

-English

-History

-Being a T.A.

Most Hated Subjects:

-Science

-Math, during the "Integrated Math" debacle

Favorite Hangouts:

-Courtyard

-Coach's classroom

-Gym

-JROTC Room

-Lunchroom

Favorite Year:

-Junior year, hands down. Senior year was great, but so many marvelous things happened during that 3rd year.

Fight Song:

Go, Stadium Tigers,

Fight the Blue-Gold way,

We've the vim, we're here to win

For this is Stadium's day,

Rah-Rah-Rah

Go, Stadium Tigers,

Fight for you and me.

We've got the spirit,

You're gonna hear it.

Lead our team to victory!

Go Tigers, go!

Fight Tigers, fight!

Goooooooo Tigers!

Anyway, thanks for indulging me on my trip down memory lane. Feel free to share anything from your high school days :)

Title Song: One of the call-outs to start a step routine

A Fox Trot Above My Head, A Sock Hop Beneath My Bed

A disco ball is just hanging by a thread.

A note to my subconscious mind:

Dear Subby,

I think it's time we had a talk. There are many times when I appreciate what you do for me. For example, when I am writing a short story or working on a screenplay, you are always there to fill in the holes, make connections throughout and urge me to edit a line that is good, but could be better. However, recently, I have only been able to focus on the disturbing images you place into my mind as I sleep. These nightmares need to stop and I'd really appreciate it if you would just communicate directly with Conscious Mind so we can work together to get rid of whatever it is that is bothering us so much.

Cheers,
Jamika

Title Song: 'Fireflies' - Owl City