Do you consider yourself a patriotic person? Why or why not?
Yes. True patriots are ones who care about the welfare of their fellow citizens, and actively pursue a more perfect union, a more perfect country. It's the ones that criticize the current state of matters that are the patriots, as we are what makes our country; without us, what would it be? If you don't agree, stand up for your cause. If you do agree, support it. Either way, whether you support a decision or not, as long as what you are backing is what you believe is best for your country, you are what a patriot is supposed to be.
I haven't posted in a considerable amount of time. Do you want to know why? Of course you do!
3 words (4, sort of):
Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion
Hell yes, bitches! Best game ever, play it and I will extend to you a gesture of gratitude.*
That music festival I discussed within the last entry was absolutely amazing. Our parking spot was almost directly in front of the site. On our way to get in, Mason and I were strolling and happened to spot a happy man walking in the opposing direction. He had on a navy suit, sported dreadlocks, large black sunglasses, a blue umbrella (it wasn't raining) and a huge smile. He waved and smiled wider at us and flashed us the peace sign and said, "Peace." I smile and wave back, and upon reaching the corner Mason's father says, "Do you know who that was?" "No..." "That was freaking H.R.!" H.R., the lead singer from Bad Brains, that is. Jello Biafra live was a site to behold as well.
Aside from that, the whole festival was incredible. You knew that everyone there was there for the same reason: the love of music. We all were misfits from where we came from, but together there was such a sense of community and oneness that I can't possibly put into words.
Other than this, life has been somewhat uneventful. Got Arion's business card today. Oh yeah! Today's America's Birthday. Happy birthday, America. Happy birthday.
*Gesture of gratitude not guaranteed.
Spent the day yesterday in New York City, to see Hannah Montana with my lovely and his family. We went for his little sister. My presence there was further encouragement for me to intensely dislike the entertainment kids are fed. Groups of girls "dressed up" to be like Hannah Montana, meaning in wigs and sparkly tube tops. I must say it's very disappointing. At such a young age these girls are practically worshipping this teen star, like she's some sort of goddess. On the news, they aptly referred to the crowd as her "subjects". It kind of made me depressed a little, knowing these girls will think that to be a good person that people admire you have to be pretty, have nice clothes, be blonde, and act in a stereotypically feminine manner. These parents encouraged their children's intense idol worship, which I really do think is unhealthy. Hannah Montana products are made for young girls, so they can be "just like her". Sigh.
Separately, to anyone who's reading this and knows me personally, I apologize if I seem different. This past year I have changed and grown a lot. I'm more serious, and less malleable. To be honest, I was a chameleon. Anyone I was around I would be way too nice and give in to their bait when I know they were trying to hook me, and I would do it to humor them and make them happy. I couldn't do that anymore. I'm myself, and I don't laugh when something's not funny, I don't nod and say I agree when I disagree. I treat everyone with respect who deserves it, and I can assure you that if you're reading this, I must be your friend, and therefore I respect you. I can't say anything more than that.
On a much lighter note, I'm going to have a once in a liftetime chance to see Jello Biafra's lecture tomorrow at the Paul Green School of Rock Music Festival in Asbury Park, NJ. I'm so excited! Other than him, there will be students of the school performing at various venues and Bad Brains is also playing. *bounces*
I approach video games with more vigor than I do with life. My boyfriend and I talk at length and with great enthusiasm about our characters in Final Fantasy XII, and our families look at us like we're ridiculous. So what if our video games are more important than our jobs, or going to college?
A negative characteristic?
Psht! Nah!
On a related note, but I'm unsure if this is considered geeky, I'm so incredibly excited for the Harry Potter-filled month of July, during which:
- Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix movie comes out. (July 11th)
- Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows is released. (July 21st)
Not excited? Yeah, well. You got no soul.
What other names did your parents consider for you?
Haha.
My mother had quite a daft taste in names, if I do say so myself. She wanted to name me things like "Jasmine" and "Cocoa". My father's counter?
"Those're black names."
Your voice is softer now. Was it I that took away your self-assurance? Did I discourage, suffocate? I take back my harsh words; you deserve better.
A beacon of light in such dark air, I found you easily. Being biddable and mutable, my words became so real to you.
I have made you solely mine. Is this what you want?
Today is a day commemorating fathers everywhere, specifically yours. A day to appreciate them, recognize them. Understand that even though none are perfect, they are fathers nonetheless. They brought life into this world and hopefully took care of it to boot.
I didn't get anything for my father, because we usually don't celebrate these things and he'd probably think I'm sucking up to him so he'd talk to me again. I'm appreciating him in my head, and that's more than most people do anyway.
On a different note, today is also a day during which Chi would like to go somewhere. Mason is almost definitely spending the day with his father, because they're... old fashioned like that. Specifically, I'd like to go to New Hope, and the only people who would take me there are Mason and his dad.
QotD: Who is my favorite fictional father? That would have to be Gomez Addams.
Hi, everyone. This is my first post of Vox. I missed having a blog. With school being out and all, I figured I should find an outlet for writing to keep me motivated.
First dancing lesson with Lauren was yesterday. I have a feeling it's going to be fun. Very frustrating, not getting moves right, but it really helps with someone as patient as her! My purpose in learning how to dance is not just in my interest of becoming well-rounded (heh), but so I can be better for drama next year. Drama is a bitter, bitter, monster that rears its frightening head every year for a few months. At the end of the production, we smile and talk about how great the show was, briefly distracted from how horrific getting there was. Fights and bitterness abound, not to mention the terrible screeching heard from last year's leading lady. Luckily, she's graduated, so we don't have to deal with her next year. Matt's graduated, so we don't have to deal with stupid girls acting even more stupid for the sake of getting his, albeit negative, attention.
It's going to be interesting.
Question du Jour!
What set me apart from other kids in school...
Being a smarty-pants, and being an artist. At one point, kids were paying me quarters to draw things. Not good things, mind you, but stupid things. Like teddy bears. But hey, easy money, and a kid's gotta eat. Improvement #1 from back in the day: I don't cry when faced with invectives anymore.
-Chi
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