This will be very pointless, probably a bit shallow; I'm uninspired and tired. But that's alright, tallies with the blog name that I should have summa that. Following the general idea of the last post, I feel like writing but not on any particularly deep topics so I'm just typing as it comes up. Also, updates on what's changed since I last rambled on (this reminds of a question; Why is it so hard sometimes to keep the preposition from the end of the sentence).

Update 1: So the jewelery ad is down, RESULT! Apparently the evil eye works, I like to think the signboard started melting and they had to put up a new one. Or maybe the power of my evil eye and negative thoughts is even more effective and j.b. hudson (I think it was) went bankrupt. I should go check that out. Or even better than all the above, women are brilliantly clever like I always suspected and could see through the shitty bullcrap and the insult that that ad campaign was and decided no more jewelery, or at least switched to Jared or something. Of course, the new board has something about pop culture and gossip and what not so not exactly a large step for mankind.

Update 2: I still haven't gone skydiving.

Update 3: I still don't have a bike, but Minneapolis has nice bike now, nice!!! Now for that other thing.

Update 4: Drum class this Saturday, boo frigging yah!!! I may not have to walk around with bottles molesting my thighs anymore or chip away at tables trying to keep a beat. Or maybe I'll do that even more... Anywho, so I found a beautiful, beautiful thing and it's called the Women's Drum Centre (thank you so much Cynthia!), when I decided to join as many orgs with strong women in the lead as I could I had no idea it would be so easy, Women Venture, Chrysalis, now strong women AND drumming, so excited. So my life long dream (or half-life long dream) has been to learn bass drums and they sadly don't have classes until July but I'm so excited to get involved that I've decided to go for a traditional drumming class this Saturday, afro-latin and the like. And not to be immodest or anything but I've always been able to keep a beat on a table, not the same thing but let's just say I do not expect to be lagging behind. Fingers crossed.

I think that's it for updates, I think update 1 was way longer than it needed to be.

I just saw the Rosie the Riveter 'We can do it' poster and it's made me want to talk about how much I don't like that poster. I get it, the first time women really got out into the workplace and all and probably laid the foundation for breaking through the glass ceiling (still a work in progress) was during the war. But to me it was not so much women's decision to go out into the workplace and take over 'male jobs'. The government knew the economy would be screwed with the men gone and no one to work in factories and all and I think the whole campaign was not so much about female empowerment but more of a 'what to do, what to do, we are going to be royally screwed, oh wait maybe those women are better than nothing at all...for a little while at least'. This would be why as soon as the men got back, women were pushed right pack to the kitchen. Of course, the pushing wasn't always successful but still in my mind that icon is more one of exploitation than feminism. Am I totally crazy? This is relevant because I really want a feminist poster that speaks to me that I can get framed and anytime I do a search I come up with Rosie the Riveter. Even if it doesn't have the whole WWII history, I don't even think I'd want it 'cause it's just way too common.

Here's some major superficial talk; God, I love the world cup and I really do like football for the game, the spectacular goals, dribbling and keeping possession of the ball even with multiple players from the opposite team on the offense, headers, re-acquaintance with countries I forgot about over the past four years although the Olympics is probably better at including the really obscure ones since there's no need to qualify.... But I have to say that a major pull lies in the existence of all that gorgeous man-meat because football players are smoking. Oh my effing God, Kaka and actually pretty much the entire Brazilian team, Ashley-Cole, those Greek gods that sadly can't play football even if the alternative includes dragons and dungeons, Ronaldo, despite my Beckham boycott he did look pretty scrumdiddlyumptious in that suit, Gourcuff, Marchisio, Carsillas, definitely not Wayne Rooney. In a nut shell World Cup season is making me very hot, I should stay away from boys haha.

phwoar, yowza, hummuna hummuna. You may talk dirty in French to me anytime, Gourcoff lol.

Moving on, to books. I'm just coming off of a run of reading books that I could hardly put down and looked forward to bus rides 'cause that's the main chance I get to read. However, so far 'Far from the madding crowd' does not fit the bill and I've been feeling kinda lost with no book to look forward to finishing. I've got 'Eragon' but I don't think that'll be much better 'cause everyone says it's pretty bad and I'm just curious about what a 12 year old (or was it 16) could possibly write. 'Flowers in the Attic' will be way too depressing and I don't need that now, I'm already kinda blue. I think I know why. Anywho, I think on Sunday I should spend the day at Barnes and Noble/Borders and read first few chapters until I find one to be passionate about, preferably a series of books. Or maybe it'll be better to go to one of the smaller, independent bookstores, still haven't been to the one at University and 8th. Just don't know if the smaller folks are generally okay with just sitting and reading, they already hardly have any space as it is.

Why are cartoons on at 4.00 a.m., what kids are watching and where are their parents? And I know some cartoons are adult-friendly, preaching to the choir 'cause I've been hoping I could spend a whole lazy day watching Voltron, Ninja Turtles and Power Rangers for a while now, just need to find 'em. But I'm pretty sure no adults are watching Ni Hao Kai Lan so why is it on?

I have no moccasins anymore, I just realised that the other day and it's not funny at all.

I have a feeling I'll be wearing more skirts this summer, maybe even dresses *gasp*. I just noticed in the past couple weeks that when I wore my blue skirt/purple skirt that it felt kinda right which is a deviation from my usual discomfort. Still will always be a jean girl though and shiny will always suck.

Tired of this, may edit later. Though when I say tired I definitely mean for now 'cause I love this whole documenting my random thoughts as they come back and then going back to see what's changed, I'll continue.

Random thoughts causing distress and sprinklings of bucket list reminders

This will be disordered like my mind....a view into my mind, sorry about it.

Every time a cyclist rides past me my heart bleeds a little, spring has sprung so I wonder how I have any heart left. It's probably worse this year than any other, maybe 'cause I don't have classes and have more time to brood. Why, oh parental units, why? And why proud nine year old me, why???

The jewelery ad on Central ave and 5th is taunting me and one of these days I may commit my first really illegal act when I go up there and tear it down. How can women stand being continually cheapened with stupid ads that say the only reason you may be upset with your partner is basically 'cause he hasn't bought you any jewelery.

I have decided I am transportation-ally challenged and by 30 I must learn to ride them all, skateboards to planes and all the embarrassing ones in between. Haha, we'll see. Oh, procrastination please let me be, we've had a good run and can now path ways. I'm so tired of being all passion and longing, no action.

When I'm having one of my leisurely walks and I sing even though I have no earphones on (that can be seen mwahahaha) or I have an empty bottle and practice drumming on my thighs or palm, do people think I have a screw or two loose? Or does everyone do this and I just fail to notice 'cause I'm too self-absorbed?

It's been months, stop it you don't stand a chance!

I hate these stupid scars, will they ever not be there?

If I paid monthly for Rhapsody, World of Warcraft, Corepower Yoga, *there's more I can't remember right now* on a scale from 1-10 how stupid would I be?

Where can I find an easel that's not $30+, it's not like I feel like I'm an artist or anything I'd just like to let out stuff. Maybe I should make one, but how would I go about it? Google!!!

I really am past due for a 2 week/month long facebook embargo.

I'm frigging tired of feeling like Dupree in my own apartment, am I being unreasonable to expect that it'll be a bit more half and half. After all, I hear the other apartment is much bigger than this one so wouldn't it make sense to stay there more???

I'm thoroughly ashamed of the way I've handled this skydiving thing. Before college it was to be one of the first things I had to do. I had signed up to join the skydiving club at Exeter U then I changed my mind and came here. No club but lots of places to jump. Decided to ignore the fact that tandem equipment aren't regulated by the USPA unlike AFF equipment and jump tandem rather than AFF 'cause it's cheaper and would take less time so I have less of an excuse. Then February birthday '09 was when it was for sure going to happen and I told pretty much everyone and got other people to say they'd jump with to make sure it did. Then Beth told me it'd be wiser to jump in the spring/summer which made sense to me. But alas, it is now April 2010 and I've been planning this for over four freaking years!! The annoying thing is I'm really not at all scared when I think about it, it's the stupid money and my stupid procrastination problem. Yet another thing that has still not happened.

Stop it Muna you're not that girl, even when I was 16 I was not that girl. I was the one who told other girls that teenagers couldn't fall in love and they were just being silly infatuated beings (I had obviously not yet developed the art of diplomacy, any wonder why most of my friends were boys back then and I was miserable at a girls' boarding school). What is wrong with me!?!

When I say I'm not sure I want to marry, have kids etc. do I think that for me or am I trying to negate society's idea of what I should be. 'Cause if it's the latter, I am still letting society control me.

Will i ever take to something as soon as I start learning, have the teacher say I'm a natural and then proceed to be the best at it. Will I, Will I? 'Cause I'd like to, just one thing. I promise not to be cocky, it's not in me. Or maybe it's not been in me so far 'cause I've never been the best at anything hmmmm? Also, could that thing be bass drums pretty please.

Will anyone ever completely get me? Will I ever let anyone completely get me?

I would really like to go climb something, it's been too long.

I would really like to drink something sweet, I wonder what's in my fridge.

Words and Phrases I absolutely loathe 2

So you know how I thought I was exaggerating when I said it would probably take me six months to continue this topic from July 26th, it turns out my procrastination abilities are actually much higher up at 8 months. And it's not just blogs, my whole life is one big procrastinating mess. Sad Panda. Anywho, so I was actually spurred on to write this because I just came from a panel where I asked a question which I feel I didn't really word properly and now different things I could have said are swirling around in my head. I've always been better at talking on paper(keyboard) and besides the panel was chaired by the women of feministing.com so what better incentive to blog, right? Anyway I'll begin and hope I'm not too lazy to go beyond the one topic;

'A man should never hit a woman': I know, I know, don't start rioting in the streets quite yet. I should probably have this under another list called 'words and phrases that seem to have an underlying meaning that bother me quite a bit' but I really don't need yet another list that I have to finish. Alright Muna better explain yourself before you get your head bashed in by women that think you are betraying your lot and inadequate men point to your words as a sanction to go on a women bashing spree. Alright, many issues are important to me and of all the things that keep me from going to bed right after I hit the pillow at night domestic violence is definitely high up there. We all know it is a problem and the fact that it is very wrong is one thing everyone agrees upon (or at least pretends to) from republican to democrat, libdem to tory, feminist to 'traditional family' voltron (geddit?, as in defender of the universe so defender of the traditional family/gender roles). And the issues involved with domestic violence are definitely way more important than the issues I'm taking my sweet time to raise here, but the fact that there is a hierarchy of opinions does not mean that I should pay attention to some and completely ignore the others. Now I will finally come to the point; here's the deal, I think of the implications those words have on the women ever competing against men they are quite obviously capable of taking in any physical capacity and it just makes me a bit sad (somewhat related case in point still fresh in our minds:Lindsey Van). I used this example when I was at the panel thingy but think of a girl in a karate class, maybe it's all boys, she's a black belt and she is partnered with *I don't really remember my karate ranking belts so if I'm wrong don't laugh* some guy that's a white/yellow, whatever belt and he goes 'My mother taught me to never hit a girl so there's no way I'm going to fight a girl'. A couple things here, first I can imagine that the whole scene would be pretty embarassing for the poor girl especially if she ends up passing the class and the boys are all, 'well they had to let her through, none of the boys would fight her. She's not really as good as her belt says 'cause the rules are different for girls'. Second, you know the reason he doesn't want to fight her is not because of any deeply ingrained respect for women; 'You were beat by a girl' are probably the words of the soundtrack to the nightmares of all the macho freakshows out there and we all know that it is this fear that kept him back because !holy crap!, he just saw her break that pretty thick slab of brick with her bare hands and when she thoroughly whips his ass and he proceeds to cry there'll be two macho no-nos he'll have to deal with being teased about. Now I know that I'm against violence and a possible question is why the hell do I even want girls beating up boys, a bit double standardy, don't you think? Well, nothing would make me happier than having no one hit anyone else from this moment on and the big catchphrase morphs to, 'people should never hit other people'. My problem is with the above statement and the fact that while it makes sense to much of my mind, I still feel a wee bit weaker anytime I hear it. We women do not need to be any weaker than we already are and the fact is as a whole we are weaker than men. Not based on biology as far as I know, even if there is some nature to do with it I'm pretty sure the difference is not nearly as much as we see today. It's simple really, when one sex group is told from the get go that they are supposed to work out to get bigger muscles and thus strength while the other sex is supposed to be careful to only get those abs tight and bikini beautiful and make sure not to go too far for fear of looking too 'manly' and “No boy's gonna want to go out with a girl who's got bigger muscles than 'im" (b.i.l.b!) And then other things like, personal example; in most ways my parents have treated me and my brother equally but the one thing that my mum always did which I believe is not exclusive to her was have my brother carry stuff 'cause he's the boy and should even though he's like 4 years younger, just think of all the muscle building he got to do while my own biceps just lay there gradually wasting away and getting all emo because the poor things weren't getting any attention. Well, of course boys eventually get stronger and let's not even begin to consider all the girls who play down how strong they are especially when love interest comes around and suddenly Miss 'I can carry all the grocery bags in one go, no problem' goes all 'one bag way too heavy, look broke nail *sob*'. Stroke his ego, get shiny bauble = everyone wins. (Note however that even though boys may be stronger as a whole, lots of girls are actually stronger than some boys which the folks on crime dramas like criminal minds don't seem to think is possible with their 'Unsub is definitely male because this murder requires strength and all women are vegetables') But the fighting and competing bit is not even the point. What, you say, all this blah blah blah and you haven't even reached the point? I think all this writing has helped me realise that I don't talk nearly as much in person because seriously who wants to listen to all this and once I pop I really can't stop. Anywho, the point is I probably don't care that much about the girls not getting to fight boys when they want to, it's the way this mindset has filtered into pretty much every other aspect of society. How? Well, here's a little game a play to amuse myself sometimes. There's a boy walking to a door while I walk towards same door. I walk a bit quicker and put myself in a position where it would make sense to open the door and let him go through before I do. I haven't done any major calculations but I can guess that 3.5 times out of 5, said boy just stands there and stares at me like I just offered to rid his nether regions of important members. If I've got the time I just stand there and stare at him till he just walks through with his head down undoubtedly quietly mourning the loss of his 'manhood'. It's not just with the doors, the very idea of chivalry and its inbuilt notion of female weakness and our need to have everything done for us. Think about it, who else gets treated that way; children, really old people, invalids, the mentally insane...not exactly a who's who list of presidential candidates. Someone once used the stupidest analogy to justify this to me; women are like really expensive glass bowls that should be carefully handled and this proves that we are worth more than men. Hmm, I don't know, would I really want to be a fragile dish dependent on the carefulness, good humour and adoration of my owner for my existence 'cause one day he may just come back angry after getting fired from work, look at me in all my shiny glory-proof that he spent more money than he could afford-and then proceed to toss me across the room as this makes him feel a whole lot better about being powerless at work. Yeah, I'll go with the plastic everday bowl that doesn't have to wait till holidays to get out of the cabinet and may just bounce right back at you and hit you in the head. It's a cycle you see, continue to highlight female weakness and they'll probably treat you like a queen or whatever for a bit but the moment it all goes south...
Again, if we all had to choose between domestic violence and all I've just gone on about and saying 'a man should never hit a woman' will really rid us of men beating women(should specify because domestic abuse swings both ways, just one way alot more than the other) then of course the former should be all I care about. But it's really not as black and white as all that.
Needless to say, I will be lazy now.

I love dancing, make it choreographed or a specific kind of dance and I will suck though I still want to ballroom dance, but let me go and make the music good and I may just go a bit gaga. Keep your feet away!

The 253 Crimbo day miracle and somewhat selfish me.

Pretty much since afternoon christmas, right after all the amazing food had disappeared into my now permanently large middle, I've been glued to CNN and the story of the attempted plane attacks. Of course I am extremely happy and thankful for the fact that no one died not even the supposed terrorist and it's so much more of a miracle after seeing how close he was to killing over 300 people. But I also just realised and feel a great deal of guilt knowing that my interest has also been somewhat steeped in self interest.
See, I already had my fill of feeling like it was my responsibility in some way to respond to (I don't want to say ignorant but I won't lie, that's what I think) folks with their lively imaginations and ideas of some Nigeria wide business that involves everyone taking turns sending emails claiming royalty and promising to send lots of money for no reason to obviously very smart and discerning people who decide to send some money to get things going along. Interestingly, I get these too so obviously I am hoping to someday scam myself out of alot of money...I hope that works out soon 'cause I'm really broke these days. I'm aware of folks who seem to think all Africans are poor hut/tree dwellers (I often think I can't blame them because they only see what they are shown on tv but when I think about it I haven't been to alot of countries but I still make an effort to know more about what's really going on in these places so that when I meet an Indian who speaks English perfectly, for example, we can skip the bit where I ask 'how on earth did you learn that?' and I don't go 'so how do you feel about getting married to a stranger because they say it is widespread so surely there are no exceptions'; we are all in this world together afterall) and seem to think that meeting people like me once in a while gives them faith in the fact that the spare change they placed in charity boxes a couple times has succeeded in feeding me all my life, educating me and paying for 4 years of college at over 20k a year...well done us for taking care of our burden. Then there's some who probably think it's the aforementioned business that's kept me from lying around with flies up my nose. All good, I've made my peace with that and rely on times when people ask me stupid questions about things like this to tell these people how intensely stupid I think they are and how on earth they got into college while at the same time not realising that it is possible for few people to send lots of e-mails; Newsflash which may shock you to your core - each e-mail is not sent by a seperate Nigerian; the confidence email trick didn't even start in Nigeria or anywhere near Africa; and is still used by lots of people closer to all things Western, civilized and right *gasp* What The Fuck!!! the world has gone topsy turvy!
Anyways, so like I've said just had to pretty much deal with ideas of everyone starving and badly spelt and worded emails sent by poor, idle hoodlums in internet cafes that I cannot fathom how anyone could possibly ever take seriously. But now no doubt I will have to explain the fact that we are not all walking into planes with explosives tied to our underwear in a bid to wage 'holy war 'against the U.S. Of course, we are not the first to deal with this as everyone muslim or with a name that sounds muslim or 'looks Arab' or muslims wearing turbans which to all intents and purposes to the ignorant self absorbed of the world includes Sikh Indians and more, is immediately assumed to have some terrorist agenda. Even folks who don't really think this make jokes about it which I don't think is funny at all because there's always that one idiot, more probably, that will take you seriously. I've often pointed out how asinine it is to talk as if all the citizens of a country or even a group of countries are evil scheming terrorists planning to blow up another important location in the almighty G8, while in fact a whole lot more of their buildings have been blown up and a whole lot more of their people have died and the majority of people are thinking of the self preservation of themselves and their families and not eternal glory that begins with an explosion in the sky. But now I feel that more of what I say will be chalked down to the fact that I am now essentially defending myself (now it's gotten all closer to home) when I say stop stereotyping a country of people when you have barely tried to get to know even one of them, not that if you met one or even ten people that turned out 'bad' gives you any reason to label millions of people but whatever, what do I know I was undoubtedly malnourished as a child.
But the whole point of this was to stop thinking about how this affects me, I needed to write to myself to remind me of what is really important; that this man was in this plane and from what I can tell just needed to inject something into something else or press something (I am obviously no engineer) and the plane would have blown up and killed everyone including people on land but instead God intervened and what should have been an explosion became a minor fire. Thanks for awesome Dutchman Jasper Schuringa and every one else on that plane that acted quickly to make sure the fire did not become any worse, I can imagine that the gloriousness of life and christmas was even more acutely felt after this event and there is afterall a silver lining in every cloud(!cliche! but too tired to think of anything smarter and it works anyhow :P). Equally important are prayers for Umar A. and everyone else like him who might be harbouring thoughts like this borne of personal struggles that do not stem from religion, country or even family. Afterall, we know now that his dad had called the US embassy to warn them of the fact that he was worried about his 'radicalized' son, hardly the behaviour of a man who encouraged violent Islamist rhetoric and showing that this is the exception rather than the rule even within a family (Maybe the authorities should be talking more about why he wasn't taken seriously, but far be it from me to try and understand the great wisdom of those who are so obviously more intelligent and capable than I am, afterall I don't even know what all the red, orange and yellow etc. mean). I am Christian and proud of it but I do not hesitate to point to the Crusades, Northern Ireland, more recent abortion clinic bombers and so many more examples of Christian related terrorism to judgmental, high falluting Christians (who I sadly seem to meet everywhere being fed daily by the poison that is often Fox News) that bigotism is not specific to any religion and religion only becomes the means these people attempt to use in making their selfish ambitions legitimate.
So this has alot to do with me but not because of his nationality but because I am human and I am concerned about the direction our world is taking and I am glad for instances of heroism that gives me much needed faith in it, something that can often become greatly depleted. And I am especially glad for the life of others and this great, big Christmas miracle.
I will now stop watching CNN and go to bed.

Oh yeah, I love the snow and snow-related activities even though I have dumbly indulged in so little so far, gotta stop thinking I'll live forever.

Traveltalk

All this sad talk so far, geeeeeez, (later note; older sad sad blog no longer visible due to potentially embarassing content) so I got something that makes me happy and I've been thinking of for a while and thought maybe I should write about it. In a way it's kind of sad because I won't really be able to do it for a while maybe even never, though I try to not think that way. So, it hasn't come up yet in my after blog loves list yet (you know, those little statements at the end of my blogs about stuff I love, to be fair I've had only three so alot hasn't come up yet) but I looooove to travel (I even love packing and super packed flights with wailing babies because it often means it'll be followed by going to a new place) and I just thought up my number 1 trip route that includes all the places I want to go to most. History's great, the more ancient the better and it makes sense that the countries I most interested in visiting were the seats of the most ancient civilizations that we currently know of ; The Egyptian empire, the Persian empire, the mighty Greeks, the Turkish empire... But I don't want to rattle on and on about why I think they were awesome, this was supposed to be a short post and I intend to keep it that way.
The travel route - Begins in Greece (I am obssessed with Greece, so this makes sense), I'd need to be there for at least 2 weeks, I know even a year won't be nearly enough to drink in all of the history that foundation of all things modern has to offer my eager to be filled mind but we've got to take what we can get while it's offered, right? I won't go into all I want to do, that'll need a book. Turkey will be the next port of call as it has a great deal of Greek history attached to it as parts of the country were regarded as Greek in the past. In its own right Turkey also has a rich history as the seat of power of the Ottoman empire and I especially want to see Justinian's Hagia Sofia which was built in old Constantinople as an Eastern Orthodox church and has a rather interesting story attached to it. From Turkey I intend to take the road built by King Darius of Persia over 2500 years ago which led from North Africa to India. Of course, this may be impossible since though I know the road still exists, it was built with horses in mind as the main form of transport and may never have been modified and though I'd love to learn to ride horses I don't know how successful I'll be at that or if I'd be willing to ride one for over a week. But this is a dream and should not be bothered by the little, irksome pest that is reality. One more thing about the road, though it may seem to have made more sense to travel from North Africa since the road starts there and I definitely want to see Egypt and Ethiopia during this trip, India is the second most important place for me to get to see and I don't want to make it the last place I get to in case I start running out of time towards the end. So I continue, there will be stops on the way from Turkey to Iran because there will be cities in between and though I do not dream of seeing them, I have never been one to turn down the opportunity of visiting a new place. Then I will get to Iran, the country that was once the capital of the Persian empire which many believe to be the largest and grandest of all the empires our world has seen to date. Going back to the whole paying no regard to reality, I will pretend that Iran is not currently one of the most dangerous places to be in right now. I keep thinking maybe when it's all over, if it will ever be, but just looking at all the wonders that were formerly located in Iran and have now been reduced to dust due to war and ignorance makes me wonder if there will be anything of the past left at all in a few years. It's making me a bit teary but I was crying earlier so maybe that's why. I think my period's coming soon or something, I really never cry mainly 'cause I have issues with showing emotion, we may talk about that later. Although, the trials the everyday citizens of Iran, Iraq and other troubled countries in the middle east go through everyday so much so that it has become normal is enough reason for anyone to cry, we should all be crying and also maybe feel a bit ashamed for not caring more...
Okay, so we were in Iran, I'll visit some more between while journeying to India and then finally I will get to the end of the road in India were I fully intend to stray away from the luxuries of Mumbai/Bombay and New Delhi, the universally known Ganges river and the magnificent Taj Mahal (though I most definitely want to see all these) and visit the south of India, it's many temples and just experience as much of I can of it spritually rich history. Again I won't go into detail, this is already much more than I intended to type and I have homework and the LSATs to study for dammit! Again I must be in India for at least 2 weeks, actually it should have much more than Greece since it is so much bigger (keep in mind for revision).
So the road set forth by the King of old is now at an end and I must now retrace my steps (well not really, I'd be flying woohoo!) back to Egypt, that land of the Nile and the Pyramids of Giza and where many stories that I grew up with such as the captivity of the Jews and Joseph and Mary's flight to this land following the threat from Herod after the birth of their son supposedly take place. Maybe I will be able to see some proof of this, maybe not, I think I'd really just be happy to be there. And then at the end of the road will be Ethiopia, where some of the oldest churches in the world can be found and where rumour has it the ark of the covenant is said to be kept safe by a priest sworn to secrecy and also it is said that Mary stopped at for a while with her little baby before returning to Israel when the coast was clear. Like I said it may or may not true and I probably won't be finding out anything, lots of real historians haven't how on earth can I but I most certainly will be fulfilling a dream and that's most definitely the best, right? Plus on these travel I'll get to experience the modern as well as the old and see how they blend, people; friendly or otherwise and of course food, food's always nice. A bit of authentic Ethiopian coffee and Indian curry won't hurt at all :)
P.S. These are not all the places I want to see, not by a long stretch, there'll be the Africa trip and the Western Europe trip and the Eastern European trip and the East Asian trip and the Incan trip. This is just numero uno.
So much for keeping this short haha.

I love sniffing as I walk down an aisle full of full-bodied, rich coffee.

Words and phrases I absolutely loathe.

There's a few words that are absolute no-nos and there's a whole hullabaloo when someone (or Don Imus) decides to go on and say it on the media and stuff. There's some of that stuff here, but not very much. Most of these are used everyday by people, which makes it a whole lot more annoying because I get to hear them all the time...arrrgggghhhh

Tomboy: Who made up this word and why would anyone still use it in this day and age with all the supposed awareness about the stupidity of gender roles (which btw I think isn't really as much as you'd hope). The word essentially means 'acting like a boy' and it covers a whole myriad of things that are considered 'unladylike' and which is pretty much everything that does not involve wearing make-up and pretty floral dresses. Climb a tree; and you're encroaching on boy territory, wear trousers that don't double as a fourth layer of skin or have some kind of comment about its wearer's juiciness...you guessed it. I might be exaggerating this whole thing but I think it's important that words like this aren't used anymore because they create the whole aura of 'me man=active chest beater; you woman=passive as the proverbial doormat'. If there was a time men did all the stuff that got you out of the house,other than the latest fashionable coming out ball or some well-mannered frolicking amongst the daisies especially geared to attract eligible bachelor over yonder in case he happens to walk by(better take my handkerchief in case it needs to be dropped at some point), I am pretty sure it was more because it had been dictated that things should be that way and when faced with doing what you really want to do or having society/family approve of you, most of us unfortunately choose the latter. So, no we are not copying you great big men when we decide that perhaps we can now open doors on our own(it turns out those handles just had to be twisted anti-clockwise, who knew?). Maybe we are just realising(because it generally takes a bit of time to figure out these things and get the clitoris(yeah, I don't like the phrase 'get some balls' either) to fight the power) that we can do whatever we'd like whether it be firefighting or fine embroidery and we've always had it in us to go either way if we so please. Besides you did not invent the art of climbing a tree, it's probably been done since the first monkey got a bite of that yellow gooey fruit lying beneath a tree, looked up and saw she'd hit the motherload of banana goodness if she could just find a way to get up there. Hope you tommonkeys got that.....I think I get carried away sometimes with my words, you'd think I talk too much or something but I really don't, I swear!


'That's so gay': Alright, so I think more people agree that this shouldn't be said at all but at the same time I hear people say it quite a bit, even people I really don't expect it from at all...like some one who's actually gay but I guess it's like some black people saying the n word like it's the coolest word ever even though no one else can(or there'll be a month long discussion on the horridness of it on CNN and there'll be special guest appearances by the Reverends 'Sharp'and 'Jack')and they're fully aware of the horrible history of the word, but that's another subject so I'll stop and stay on topic before I get carried away. Anywho, so even when that's so gay is used in relation to acting 'feminine' or anything 'girly' or emotions in general, it definitely gets on my nerves because I strongly believe that the state of being gay is simply defined by being attracted to members of the same sex. While I do tend to go on about women being suppressed more and that is generally more of an issue for me simply because it's been men superior and women inferior for so long and not the other way round, I do think that men are often incredibly suppressed and there is absolutely unfair to keep men from doing what they want whether it be professional ballet or wearing pink shirts by threatening them with the label of being 'so gay' when they really aren't, as far as I'm concerned that's (Weirdly enough, the comedian Steve Byrne just came on and he's talking about how being a magician or a male cheerleader is so gay, see what I mean!) crap and that's all I'm going to say about that. The other even more annoying use of the word I'm beginning to hear more and more of is when the phrase is used in reference to something absolutely disgusting or even downright evil sometimes. What in Pete's name am I supposed to make of someone saying in response to a description of a serial killer butchering a 12 year old; 'That's so gay'. Just think about the connotations that single sentence used in that context carries with it and please, please, please be as mad as I was and am!

Alright, my hands need a holiday from typing endlessly but this is by no means over, I get pissed off alot and the list goes on forever so I intend to continue but with my blogging track record it probably won't be for another 6 months...Oh well...

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First plop in ocean

So I'm here blogging, years after it first became the to-do thing and now when everyone's vlogging. What else is to be expected I've got a procrastinating image to uphold here. So why am I doing this, mainly because I don't like people knowing much about me and my life. I know that makes absolutely no sense at first but it really kinda does. I'm one of those really unfortunate kinds who keeps pretty much everything to herself, I think I mostly think most things that happen to me aren't really big enough to bother people with and for some reason I'm paranoid about being seen as self-absorbed so I pretty much focus on listening to everyone (well, those who want to speak to me) and in the process I get to not let out much. It's worked for me so far so if it or I ain't broke... Anywho, I do have alot of thoughts continually swirling around my brain that frequently needed to be unloaded and unfortunately don't get many chances to get flushed out, I always thought diaries were kinda iffy and even blogging isn't beyond suspicion but something's got to be done to keep me from walking around spouting little bits of brain crazy. This won't be so much a blow by blow account of my life anyway, it'll probably have very little of anything to do with what actually happens to me (too boring) I'll just be unloading all my thoughts about our world, what's happening, what sucks and if I can find any of that stuff what deserves a thumbs up in my book. Not trying to be a pessimistic but the latter seems to be few and far between but I will try to write a whole lot on that whenever I find any.
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