My Remembrall

African American Final

Wed, 10 Dec 2008 03:17:33 GMT

So for my final in my African American Studies class, I have to write a paper. It should be less than 3 pages long, but here's the question. it's got me a bit baffled:

You recently applied for a position as a Research Officer at the Center for Black Culture at WVU. During the interview, a question was asked on how much you know about issues concerning African Americans and people of African descent. Drawing on the lessons from class, briefly discuss your perceptions of issues relating to Blacks prior to taking this course. Also, discuss how the course may have reinforced or changed your earlier perceptions.

Black issues? Wtf does that even mean? How can I come up with something that isn't a lie and/or makes me sound like a racist? lol

HELP!!

Sun, 20 Jul 2008 21:53:06 GMT

Random rant/annoyance I need to get off my chest.

I was telling my family about Dr. Horrible a few minutes ago and how I really liked it. I mentioned I was so surprised to learn that Neil Patrick Harris has quite a set of pipes on him and that he really impressed me with his singing skills. My aunt says to me, "well, you know he lives an 'alternative lifestyle,' right?" And I looked at her and said, "Yes, but what relevance does this have to the fact that the man can sing?" She said, "well, you were just saying you were shocked by his voice, I was just wondering if you knew..."

And then I came upstairs to rant real quick.

Seriously, why do people find the need to define gay people as gay--no matter what the conversation is about? I don't introduce my gay friends as, "Hey, mom, dad, this is Brad. He's gay, btw." Like... WHY? I don't ever find people saying, "Hey guys, this is my buddy Jim. He's totally straight, incase you were wondering."

It's completely irrelevant and it pisses me off. Period.

So quit doing it.

kthxbai.

Dr. Horrible (ignoring Act III completely, because it doesn't exist)

Sat, 19 Jul 2008 05:10:05 GMT

because I need some sort of focus in my life:

One Fish, Two Fish, Dead Fish, New Fish....

Thu, 30 Aug 2007 05:53:29 GMT

Alright so apparently, I've never had any fish before in my
life because God didn't want me spending more than $150 on animals
that I was simply going to kill off anyway--it was all in God's plan.
So today, I decided that the water was a bit dirty for my poor fishies
and I took them out of the tank, and took out nearly all of the water
because, quite frankly, it was gross. I cleaned off the sides for them,
I made two different recycling-bin-full trips to the restroom to load up
their water for them, and I eve cleaned out the filer. While I was
cleaning out the filter and sucking up the icky water with my suction tube
thingy-dinger, I found several fetus-looking gray, see through fishies.
So apparently, One of my fish was pregnant and I didn't even know and
had at least six babies.... and I didn't even know. I felt like such a bad
person... poor little tykes didn't even get a chance. It must have happened
some time at night because I didn't see them at all--and I'm constantly
looking at these fish. So anyway, after I changed the water, I put my fish
back in and when SHOPPING! (Woohoo! I haven't gone on a good spree in a
while... it felt gooooood :) When I got back, my shopping high was
immediately crushed when I saw Snitch, my big regular goldfish chilling
amongst the pink plant... and then when i got the net to move him... he
floated to the top. His poor little eyes without a shimmer... and his
tiny little mouth open.... WTF?!!? And now all of my OTHER fish are just
chilling at the bottom of the tank... not really moving around a lot.
Ugh they'll be dead by the end of the week. I got a feeling...

Anyhoo, I should be heading to bed. I have classes tomorrow (gag me). I shall blog when I get bored... which is inevitable...

PEACE KIDS!

Peer Pressure

Tue, 28 Aug 2007 03:02:17 GMT

Peer Pressure: social pressure by members of one's peer group to take a certain action, adopt certain values, or otherwise conform in order to be accepted.

It’s a serious thing kids… and I succumbed to peer pressure—it’s true. It’s hard to resist… you know… when friends actually make an LJ account for you and tell you you have to use it. So… here I am… I’m user… and I don’t want help. Move over Amy Winehouse—I’m not going to rehab either.

Hey there! Hi there! Ho there! Well, here’s my first LJ post everyone! I’ve kept a diary since I was in 3rd grade… and then that died when I first went to college 3 years ago. So I started keeping a blog of some sort… I forget on which site. And then that died… and then I joined Blogger earlier this year… and that died over the summer… So I’m sensing a pattern here—how bout you? But, thanks to peer pressure, this may no longer happen. THANKS PEER PRESSURE! **Cheesy smile and thumbs up**

I guess I’ll start off by talking about Prophecy… since this indirectly is what lead to my LJ account. I had a fabulous time! I met some people from Leaky, through my dear friend, Lisa, and I mad so many connections with people I had never met or even IMed with before… it was so strange. It was like I’ve known these people all my life… and yet I had only met them for a few days and by the end of the conference, I was crying with them because we had to say goodbye. So strange. I’ve have connections like that before with people from online communities—and those who have never experienced it are not only missing out, but also completely clueless as to how it could happen and views those who have experienced it as weirdos. And I must admit, that—before I encountered friends from online and experienced these connections, I never would have believed it either and told that person who’s claiming that there would be a connection to go smoke some more crack and then be prepared to have NBC call their asses out on national television or something. But no—it’s truly surreal and I count myself as being truly blessed for have founding these amazing people and being luck enough to be invited into their open arms and experiencing the Leaky Love right along with them. WHOOP! WHOOP!

*hums* this cauldron’s got a hoooole in it…