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| i debated for a while now and i decided to move my blog to tumblr.
i thought about why the move. and all the reasons to stay. but why hold on to something i didnt really pay attention to?
i mean... i'll visit. i'll reminisce. but that's going to be probably years from now.
so for my far few fans ... my new blog is at tennashuss.tumblr.com
see you there. =]
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| i have to say: i am quite impressed with obama. i know that his whole running, election, and inauguration are all historically significant, but i have to be honest, that i did not really follow this election as closely as others. maybe i should have been. and i'm sure that there are many like me who only got their political updates from the daily show with jon stewart or the colbert report -and snl-, and there are probably more who dont even really care for politics AT ALL. but i digress.
i had not noticed until his inauguration speech that obama memorizes his speeches WHOLE. not once did i see him look at a paper, nor cue card, nor teleprompter. i am impressed. my cousins and i all agree that THAT is how it should be. a president who knows how to give speeches AND can truly believe what he is saying.
i never really paid attention to any the political speeches. why? because politicians talk and talk and talk and yet not answer the question posed. i find myself with wandering thoughts about to-do lists, or what i had for breakfast, and the like whenever i found myself watching a speech by some political hotshot on the tele.
however, when i began to notice that he never looked down at a sheet of paper, and he never once messed up on a memorized speech, i became inspired. and i began to listen. and i did have a heartfelt moment in which i hoped that what he was saying will come true. that he will be the peacemaker. that it will be finally time to usher in a new era of peace and community in the world.
all this talk. all these promises. i am not trying to be the debbie downer at a time like this. i feel like we have to ease up on the guy. he is only one man. the weight of the world has been unfairly dropped on his shoulders. and i know that it isnt just on his alone. but it is portrayed as such, and makes the weight even heavier. what i'm trying to get at is that there is so much that we, as americans, and the rest of the world, are expecting of obama and his administration. the war, the economy, the environment. such tasks are quite colossal to fix in just 4 years. and i can feel from his inauguration speech that he is going to do his best to take care of it all.
anywhoo... so, i did not know that the coverage of the inauguration had to be so effin long. my cousins recorded it so that we could watch it at night after they came home from work. i mean seriously guys. 8 hours of coverage. WHY? honestly. so much fluff. and all we watched was the inauguration speech. we dont need to see shots of them in the car. nor previous shots of them in another car. we do not need to know that his custom limo is a better version of bush's, that it's 6 feet tall and made of titanium steel from space or what have you.
we do not need hours of live feed showing the two daughters going to class with armed guards. what significance is that? seriously!? i dont care if they got a letter from the bush daughters. i dont care.
and the political commentary. CRIMINY!
did you see aretha franklin behind that huge gray bejeweled bow?
k. i'm done.
in other more personal news.
i enrolled in business classes at smc. starting spring semester next month. kinda excited to finally take a step out of my rut. i know if i look back at previous entries i'll find massive amounts of self-piting, "stuck in a rut" entries. however, i shall not do that because, one, i am embarrassed, and two, i'm looking ahead in my life and, with the help of my good friend rhommel's situational circumstance decision-making situation, cutting the rope on life.
help me out here...
i was thinking about different types of new year resolutions. and i realized last year that in order to keep that resolve in making a change in my life, i had to start small. so last year i decided to read a book a month. that seemed do-able. got lazy after, or during april. or some time in spring. well. not really lazy. more like occupied with the whole graduation thing. and leaving college. etc. etc.
so this year. as i start a new. (by the by, i have been reading though, just not as daily as i should be). i have two choices that came to mind this past week.
1. each month learn about a country. maybe culture. i dont know which would take a month.
i.e. wikipedia the facts about said-country. then read popular a book from authors from country/culture. cook a popular dish from that country. learn some phrases. etc. etc. you get my drift. and i know that january is almost over, so we can start this in february. black history month. AFRICA. (yes. i know africa is a continent.)
...OR...
2. each month watch movies strictly in a certain genre. i.e. martial arts, horror, drama. etc. etc.
and of course my impressions, thoughts, and ideas shall be posted.
i guess that's all for now.
Barack Obama,
like seasons, he ushers in
new era of change.
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this is my new phone. yay!
with a new number. so holla if i didnt holla atcha already.
in other news ... more like other repetition. i am still not in school nor at a job.
bah.
more to come... for sure.
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| our eyes locked, and my heart opened.
there was something in the air that night, that drunken spunk,
that made me hold your hand and close my eyes.
soft, warm kisses rocked my soul, made me feel whole,
so why now, does it feel like i'm falling in a hole?
you took my heart.
was i so wrong to trust you with such a delicate artifact?
you broke my heart.
was i so wrong to think you wouldn't?
now i'm picking up the pieces. one by fucking one.
kneeling, tearing, every moment reminds me of something we didn't have.
but here's the problem.
i'm crying not because of what we had, nor what we could have had.
i'm crying because i'm sad.
sad because i've pick up all the pieces, and bought the glue.
no thanks can come to you.
and now you're back. but i'm different.
it's funny, life's humor so twisted and bent.
and so with my porcelain heart and glue in hand, i'm walking
and you just can't stand that i'm walking away.
you grab my shoulder, and you feel cold.
you tell me why, yet you can't look me in the eye.
i know you understand. but i cant help but listen.
so right now, convince me to care, 'cause right now i don't.
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| i'm just so confused by the rules of life. it's like the game of fucking mao.
make sheit up as you go along.
what am i good at? what do i enjoy doing? why cant i enjoy what i'm good at? or is it that i'm bad at what i enjoy?
i dont know.
i dont know.
i dont know.
i dont know.
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