White
I’m white. I’m so white I give normal white people the chance to start their own new race of… pink. Or something. I’m white, but I’m not racist.
But I’ve been thinking a lot recently after reading a “azn pryde” post of a blog friend, and seeing “native pride” on a jacket a little while ago. And Gay Pride of course. Pride this, pride that.
Everyone but white people are allowed to be proud of their race. If I put on a jacket (of ANY colour) that had “White Pride” on it, I’d get beat down and spat on – Thank you KKK for ruining that for me.
Everyone seems to think that white people are still these racist assholes. And granted some are. Black people and asian people and native people can be racist too. But the general populous overlooks that because the Europeans were assholes. But when I was in high school, I wasn’t allowed in a certain room, and no, it wasn’t the boys bathroom. It was The Native Lounge. Yeah. They had a whole room to themselves that you weren’t allowed to enter if you weren’t Native. How’s that for racism. I actually was told, “No you can’t be in here, you’re white.”
I read in a newspaper a while ago that a kid wore a black and white t-shirt that said straight pride on it, and they were suspended from school. Why? Just because it says straight pride doesn’t mean that they are anit-gay. It just means their proud of being straight. Just like how many gay people are proud to be gay. Again, thank you conservative anti-gay people for ruining that for me.
And Hitler being an ass doesn’t help either.
Well, how’s this?
I just happen to be a straight (for all intents and purposes) white woman. I’m proud to be straight. I’m proud to be white. I’m proud to be a woman. But if I said two of those three things, people would think I’m the wife of the head of the KKK. Like I’m against gays. Like I think only white people deserve rights.
But I’m not against anyone.
Except old lady’s that cut in line for the bus.
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Everyone but white people are allowed to be proud of their race. If I through on a jacket (of ANY colour) that had “White Pride” on it, I’d get beat down and spat on – Thank you KKK for ruining that for me.
I read in a newspaper a while ago that a kid wore a black and white t-shirt that said straight pride on it, and they were suspended from school. Why? Just because it says straight pride doesn’t mean that they are anit-gay. It just means their proud of being straight. Just like how many gay people are proud to be gay. Again, thank you conservative anti-gay people for ruining that for me.
And Hitler being an ass doesn’t help either.
Well, how’s this?
I just happen to be a straight (for all intents and purposes) white woman. I’m proud to be straight. I’m proud to be white. I’m proud to be a woman. But if I said two of those three things, people would think I’m the wife of the head of the KKK. Like I’m against gays. Like I think only white people deserve rights.
But I’m not against anyone.
Except old lady’s that cut in line for the bus.
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STOL’d from Lo
I found this on Lo’s site and since I was feeling “listy” I stol’d it and wrote in my own answers. Enjoy.
THREE WAYS I AM STILL A KID:
1. I’ll still get sick to my stomach if given the chance to eat a fuck ton of chocolate.
2. I still have my Mousey
3. I ALWAYS ask for kisses and cuddles.
THREE WAYS I AM ALREADY OLD:
1. I moved out and am now supporting myself
2. I work more then I should (40 hr weeks are good for me… anything over that and I feel like I’m wasting my time)
3. I started “making time” to see my dog because I’m not home enough. This makes me feel like a parent.
THREE THINGS I WANT TO DO:
1. Go to France with Jess
2. Finish this moving thing. Why can’t I just do it NOW?!
3. Win the lottery?
THREE WAYS THAT I’M A STEREOTYPICAL “BOY”: (straight boy?)
1. I hate wearing dresses
2. I love crude jokes…
3. If I were stereotypical GAY boy, I like watching gay porn
THREE WAYS THAT I’M A STEREOTYPICAL “GIRL”:
1. Yay to bake!
2. I watch make up tuts in my spare time
3. I looooove looking at new homes, new furniture and just things to put in my home.
THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. I have an awesome set of tits…
2. I’m pretty successful for a 20 year old.
3. I know what I want in life and I’m not afraid to fight for it.
THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:
1. Losing him
2. My estranged father finding me and coming to my house ignoring a restraining order.
3. Losing my job
THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
1. 10 extra mins of sleep
2. Coffee
3. Snuggling
THREE THINGS YOU JUST CAN’T DO:
1. Math
2. Focus on one thing for too long
3. Play video games
THREE CAREERS YOU’RE CONSIDERING:
1. I have a career. I’m a VFX Artist. Compositor.
2. n/a
3. n/a
THREE places you feel at home:
1.My bed… no matter where it is.
2. With Monty
3. Wiith Jess
FIVE ways to win your heart:
1. Confidence
2. Have your life in order. No one wants to be with a dead beat
3. Have goals in life.
4. Want me just as much as I want you
5. Let me pay for half
FOUR things that cross your mind a lot:
1. Oh, Shake crashed… again.
2. Work tomorrow
3. What’s for dinner
4. SNUGGLES!! Make me waaarrmm!!
THREE things you do before you fall asleep:
1. Brush teeth
2. Turn lights off and lock door
3. If Jess is there, curl up to him. If not, curl into ball.
TWO songs that mean something to you
1. Hallelujah – Paramore
2. Transatlanticism – Death Cab for Cutie
ONE confession:
1. I chew my lips when I’m stressed out or nervous. I seem to be doing that a lot lately.
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Soap
I’ve been thinking a lot about what to get Jess for xmas and his birthday. And during my ponderings I’ve thought about what to get my mother, my step dad, Jess’s mother, father and step mother and brothers for xmas. And then I thought about stuff I’ve got for xmas.
Soap.
I hate… getting soap for xmas. I can never decipher the real meaning of soap. And it’s hard to be enthusiastic about soap.
“Oh gee thanks! Strawberry!”
Really though, when someone gives me soap, I’m not about to jump up and shout, “Aw man, I’m gonna use this right away!” When someone gives me soap, I think, “Do I smell? Why would you give me soap? Where am I supposed to use this if I DO stink?” If you’re gonna give soap to someone, include a disclaimer. And if they do indeed smell rancid, include a body diagram circling in red marker the problem areas.
True story.
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It’s All About Timing
I couldn’t sleep last night and I ended up surfing the web. And by a weird chain of clicking on links that were minorly related to one another, I ended up on a relationship site. The topic of the article I was reading was “How to get him to ask you to marry him” Which sounded like something Cosmo would throw in with all their lame ass sex and diet advice. But I read it anyway, and it wasn’t really… what I expected in a way. It wasn’t like, “Do this, and he’ll do this!” or “say this, and he’ll get down on one knee within a week.” It was a woman talking about how she was 36 and dating a 45 year old man and how she figured she had time to have kids so she put it off in favor of a career, but then read an article in TIME magazine about how it’s really hard to have kids after 40 and she FREAKED out. It was basically a diary of her talking about how she wouldn’t date a guy for more then a year without getting married/engaged because by the time he would ask her, or by the time she would find the right guy she’d be this old or something. Lots of equations. So she gave this guy two choices. End it, or marry her. And he basically told her that he bought the ring 8 months ago, but was waiting for her to stop smoking because her smoking was a danger to their potential kids and so on a so forth.
She stopped, they got engaged… ended it after a year because she started smoking again and then split up for good 4 years later. And then she basically gave up on having kids of her own. I’ll try to find the link later if anyone is interested. Because I don’t think I did a good job telling a 4 page story in the length of a paragraph.
And I thought, it’s all about timing and choices. Some women put off having kids because they want to work. Others make it their life’s goal to have kids. Others it just happens.
I’d rather work personally. I like working. I like that I have something to do. I like that I’m working my way to traveling around the world. But certain events have occurred recently that make me think I’d want kids around the age of 26 or 27 provided I’m with the right guy. Which is a jump from how I felt before about having kids. That I didn’t want them at all, but would probably succumb to the biological clock and jump the nearest guy’s bones like a rabid moose. Or, that I would never end up having them and live a life with wiener dogs (plural) at my side each day and night. Kinda like the mad cat lady.
I get that there are a bunch of factors to take into account about getting married and having kids and all that jazz like your education level, the economy, etc… But if it lingered on just your decision, what would you do? What are your life plans?
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Flames
Jess insisted I come to a local sports bar (in New West/Richmond) to watch a Calgary Flames vs. Vancouver Canucks hockey game with a few co-workers tonight.
I got off work (and promised I’d come in on the weekend) at 6:15 and we got there around roughly 7pm. Shortly before the 1st period ended. Flames were already up 2-0.
2nd and 3rd period the Flames were up 5-0 and then the Canucks (finally) started scoring some goals. Final school ended up being 3-5 Flames. (Jess was very happy.)
I had a good time. I’m not a huge (or minor) fan of hockey. I don’t mind playing it now and then (but I’m lazy) but watching it is just not my bad. Given, it is more exciting to watch then football… basketball… golf? But I spent a good chunk of the night with my attention in the other direction where a UFC match was on one of the smaller screens. Yay UFC. Or as it’s known in countries outside of the USA and Canada… “human cock fighting.”
I just described jizz to my friend as “projectile sneezing out of your genitalia.” I think I hit the nail on the head so to speak.
Wow.
Lost Monty yesterday for 30 mins… Roomie came home and he ran out and when she went to let him in, he wasn’t there. Ended up being under the shed. I left work early mid heart attack to go find him, but when I got home he was inside. Guess he came out and Roomie let him in. Still scary.
What else… erm… pfft. I dunno. I can’t sleep and I have to go in early to work. Ew.
Oh… I’m getting less nervous about the topic in the passworded posts. My mind is almost at peace.
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18 days
Not much longer until moving day. 18 days in fact.
I’m looking forward to the feeling of permanence. Right now everything seems so temporary.
It was like that from the start. “Oh I’m only here for 6 months, better not fully unpack.” “Better not buy more stuff because I’ll just have to move that too.” Roomie feels the same way. We’re both just waiting until the lease ends so we can go our separate ways. We make better friends than room mates I have to say. Jess and I are both looking forward to furnishing our new home together.
We bought a TV this weekend (which Jess is very pleased about.) And I’m looking at getting a new plate and bowl set. Instead of the mismatched ones we’ve got. Jess’s set was actually found outside the dump house at my parents townhouse complex. (Not IN the dumpster.. but next to it.) And mine is just a hand-me-down. Mixed in with plates Roomie brought from home and probably won’t take with her. I’m hoping we won’t have to do a same day move as well. Because those are just stressful as hell. And I still have to bribe muscley people with pizza and beer to help us move.
Later
Jess and I signed our lease. Another big step. We’ve signed on paper that we’re going to live together for a year. We’ve gotta get 6 months worth of post dated cheques ready for the 30th when we do our walk through and have the keys handed over to us. One batch of butterflies has exploded from my stomach and now I’m waiting for the next batch. Due in two weeks.
In other news, we went to FutureShop to get my B button put back on and they sorta did it. And then we got home and tried to type and it fell off again. Shannon is angry again. ARGH!
And I’m still addicted to the Wrong Hole song. 
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HOME FREE!
WE GOT THE PLACE WE WANTED!!!
No more stress! No more looking at ugly places that are over priced, no more wasting my lunch break, no more worrying!!!
Weeeee
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(PS: pics to come sooooon!)
Courtship?
I was having a conversation with two co-workers (male) and they were talking about how one other guy got the number of a barista at a local coffee shop here and when they turned and asked me what I thought about it I just shrugged. Good on him he got a number. But I said I didn’t really think about how guys go after women. And they seemed kind of shocked and asked why. I just said because I approach them. Which shocked them again.
In all honesty, if I want a guy, I’m going to go out and be forward with him. I know I’m not super model thin, my boobs aren’t as big as my head, and I don’t look like I just stepped out of a spa 24/7. I’m a normal girl. I work 8-12 hours a day. I have a life. And if I want a guy, I have to snap him out of the deep gaze of that chick in Yaletown. I seem to go against the grain in terms of who asks who out (even if it’s been 2 years since I’ve had to ask anyone out.)
In highschool I wasn’t really the girl who sat with a group of friends and gossiped about boys and then hoped one of my crushes would ask me out on a date or to a dance. Sure I’d tell my friends who I liked, but I’d be upfront with the guy and if he didn’t like me back I moved on. If he did cool.
I like to get the ball rolling is what I’m saying.
With Jess I just said, “I’m into you. Now are you flirting with me because it’s a bad habit? Or because you’re into me as well?” In my opinion I’m not really putting him on the spot by saying that. I’ve already given him the green light if he likes me to ask me out.
So my question is, why can’t ALL girls be like this? There would be a hell of a lot less single moping people. And it makes it easier on the guys who seem to ALWAYS have to find the balls to ask a pretty girl out.
This would work well in the case of Jess’s friend in Calgary who can’t seem to seal the deal.
Just a thought.
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