Monday, July 13, 2009

We intrrupt this prrgram already in prgress to increase dramatic tension!

so i was walking down the street the other day and noticed this horiblly hilarious sign that belongs to a closed down bar. Idk if it was their intention to do so but it was funnny take a look:








and the sign was totally decieving cause i walked down there and all i found were 3 mexicans to land scape work... i was pissed.

Hmmm...its pretty quiet right now...i think i might listen to some music. BUT WHAT TO LISTEN TOO?

If i talk or ask direct questions to my readers is that like on tv when they "Break the 4th wall"
How much does it cost to break the fourth wall cause im on a budget here!

Sally field once gave me a salt water taffy once... it was old.

Gone with the wind is like totally over rated...everybody is getting into "I Know Who Killed Me"

I remember being a suspect in the Jean Benniet Ramsey Case.... No comment

DIANA ROSS TOTALLY STOLE MY WEAVE ONE TIME IT WAS NOT FUNNY!

Hmmm....Whatever DID happen to baby jane?

omg...


oh crap.. im tired... heres the end...
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Sunday, July 12, 2009

Dreamers Dreaming of Deams since Dreamt

Often times as children...we are told to dream. I remember being young (even though I am still such) and being told that life has untold opportunities and we should grab a hold of them whilst we can. For those of us who grew up in BIA (Government) Reservation run schools there was no funding for us to dream but it didn’t stop a few of us from trying. All through out school I dreamed of being on stage or in films. I would walk around reciting monologues and one liners from films or plays; I even remember my name being the first name on the sign up list for the Drama club. As one enters high school we are not told to dream anymore... we are told to Sit down, shut up, learn, and pass the test. Or in my high school you were told by a very bitter math/science teacher that we will never amount to anything besides rez kids stuck where we are to have babies, live at home, and die.

Scary thing...some people look up and listen to that teacher....*Shutter*

Towards the end of high school we are then told to think about what we want to do for the rest of our lives we are then instructed to think back to what we wanted to be as a child. The problem is that we have forgotten to not only dream, but what those dreams were. Did we want to be a Police man, a firefighter, Astronaut, President, etc.

Then at the end of high school with the Diploma firmly grasped in our hands listening to a speaker telling us how HS was the most inspiring and to cherish our classmates (to which I replied "Shhaaa...Later Bitches glad I never have to see most of you ever again!" bitter much?).

(hmmm....where is this blog going...imp confused...AND I'M WRITING THE DAMN THING!)

Literally the second after graduation we are ask "So Whets Next?"
College: "For What?" Work: "Where? and what about college?" Party: "Where? I'll Bring the Booze! What about College?"

So I guess in making this post I feel like I’ve lead up to some huge moment of truth that I’m probably not going to pay up on cause I’m just rambling like a crazy monkey... but I do want to say: Don’t stop dreaming. Over the years we stop reaching for the stars because we learn that a star is a billion years away and by the time it takes the light to reach us its a dead star anyways. NO! That’s not the point...the point is it never hurts to keep reaching. The World is filled with horrible truth but amazing wonder at the same time and that should never Deter us from dreaming. As a pregnant teenager once sarcastically put but I reiterate with much less sarcasm and more instruction "WOAH! DREAM BIG!"

And parents...keep your kids dreaming. that’s the most important thing any parent can pass down to their kids.

XoXo
J.K.

Dangerously Monkey

Well this is going to be my seperate blog from my normal myspace stuff. idk why i needed one i just felt like it. so BLAH! Dangerously Monkey is going to be where i peel the banana and let everyone in on what goes on in my primate mind. so caution i may get a little...Liberated...but if you don't like it then in the immortal words of Whitney Houston "KISS MY ASS!"

xoxoxo
J.K