The Pretenders!

Jaime got me tickets to see The Pretenders for Christmas! I'm so so excited!

I love you, Jaime. <3

brick walls.

I work with the most hellacious bunch of people ever. Besides a select few- and you know who you are- my workplace is pretty much hell on wheels. But it’s not actually on wheels because not only is it hell, it’s in a dungeon-like basement. Here’s my major rant; do people not have lives? Or do they just not have lives interesting enough to keep them from creating worthless, petty drama at their workplace? Certain individuals seem to just be intent on making other people miserable. Why? Because it makes them feel good? because they have to prove themselves ‘superior’ in the workplace pecking order? because everyone eggs them on? Because it’s so much fun? Because some people are assumed easy targets? Black, white, gay, straight, male, female, young, old. It seems to me that a very large part of the population judges a book by its cover. I’m tired of it. I’m tired of being judged because of what I am and not who I am. It seems I fit into the most-hated categories when I come to do my job. Am I that scary? Am I that intimidating? Do I worry them so much? When I come to work in the morning and walk to my desk, does everyone think to themselves “How can we possibly get this person, who we think is so totally different from us, out of here?” I realize I sound a little narcissistic, and I also realize it’s not all about me personally, but it really seems to be all about what I am. Guess what? I can’t change what I am. So should I sit tight and let people do what they want? Should I speak up and therefore make myself into what they’re accusing me of? Does it even matter if they’re going to say and believe whatever they want?

Why is this stressing me out so much? Am I a total pushover for not going to the source of the problems and saying something-anything? Or am I the bigger person for not? If I knew what the best thing to do was, I’d do it. I definitely know what would feel better, but I also feel like I’m swimming upriver. How can I fight ingrained personal grievances against everything I am? If anyone has any suggestions whatsoever, help me out.

Isn't she brilliant?

From the fantastic mind of my best friend Koa via myspace in Frostburg, MD. I laughed so hard when I read this. Enjoy.

Baltimore is one of almost 60 cities who are testing out rubber sidewalks. No joke. There are already some downtown on Pratt Street by the inner harbor. They are suppose to be more expensive then concrete but require less maintance.
So because I have such a imaginative (or stoner, which ever you want to call it) mind, of course I got to thinking. "Rubber sidewalks?! That sounds amazing!"
But then I had a few questions. Majoritiy surrounding injuries. Like if you were to trip and fall on a rubber sidewalk would there be no bruising and scraping? And then would the idea of someone falling on a public street no longer be funny because of the lack of physical pain involved?
What if a person was trying to commit suicide from jumping out of a building? When they hit the sidewalk would they just bounce back up? Would they become even more suicidal because they have failed at yet another thing in their worthless life?
Rubber sidewalks would come in handy when you dropped your cell phone. Or your baby
But I would have to say that rubber sidewalks have to be a lot more comfortable to sleep on for the homeless in Baltimore. I guess if the government can't offer them housing they can do their best to make the street living conditions more accomidating.
And what else will soon take on a rubber personality? The bark that I used to play on at the playground has transformed into little rubber imitation bark pieces. So are rubber buildings and public transporation in our future. Or staying on the same concept of rubber sidewalks, will there soon be rubber streets? Will tires have to be converted to concrete? Just some things to think about people.
I love you Koa! a TON!

Joseph Arthur

So.. after literally years of waiting, I finally saw Joseph Arthur in concert last night. All I can say is- Wow! He was so incredible. and guess what? I met him! I was a total geek and gushed about creative influences and impacts and all that crazy fan stuff, but I met him! He drew a picture in my journal. It's been touched by the hands of a genius. and he's so tall! Okay, give me a second to collect my thoughts.

and go.
He played with a band, which is not what I had expected. 1 guy on drums, 1 on bongos and other percussion type things, 2 girls on guitars and back up vocals, another guy on guitar, backup vocals and whatever random instrument was needed and a guy who painted throughout the entire show. Very very cool. The songs were actually better live- and I love when that happens. Real music. Really good music. I'm thrilled!