Terri's Cellar Door

Stuff that happens to me, Terri.

Thursday, September 30, 2004

Debate Pt. 1

Well the Presidential Debate was tonight, and it was pretty good. I watched the whole thing and there were a few times that I was on the edge of my seat. John Kerry did a darn good job, and I just hope that he can continue this trend into the next debates. Edwards goes up against Cheney on Tuesday and I don't think there is any doubt about who's going to come away with that. One funny thing: I was watching the debate on CNN, and from beginning to end I didn't change once, but as soon as it was over I immediately turned to Comedy Central to see if the Daily Show was doing something. They were, but it wasn't until eleven. I didn't watch anything else until the Daily Show came on. I didn't even want to see what those so-called 'pundits' had to say, I just cared about what Jon had to say. And it was funny, as always, and informative. So, in short, it rocked, and I was very happy. Viva la Daily Show! So, if you missed tonight's debate, watch the next two. I'm serious you guys, pick a candidate that speaks to you and get out there and vote. I mean it this time!

Wednesday, September 29, 2004

Not A Quote

I've been thinking about it, and well, you know the people in Hollywood, and in music that you think are out of the box? You know, those people who did everything differently. With a big 'f-you' to the man. Right? Rockers and actors and artists who may or may not be white, asian, black or otherwise. You'd think they'd be that way in their private lives, too. They would be the kind of people that would hang out with the coolest, craziest, smartest people. And then you seen them at big premieres or parties, and who do they always have on their arms? (The men I mean) They always have these emaciated, blonde haired, blue eyed models. These guys who, when they were in high school, could never have scored this so called 'bombshells', and the first thing they do when they get a little fame is find the skinnest, whitest, blondest girls they could find. *cough*Johnny Depp*cough* Even though his girlfriend isn't technically blonde. Anyway, want to suggest to these men, who are usually mega hot and full talent, intelligence and coolness; Why not try a black woman? Think about it! Black ladies are about as outside of the box as you can get! There is nothing wrong with them, of course, but it seems that so many successful, handsome rockers, or successful handsome actors, who have all of the characteristics that I have mentioned above, don't want to spend some times with their darker sisters. Now, I'm all for experimenting, but it was the only Black, goth girl in the whole school who would ever spend any time with them back in high school, and now they won't even look that way. And don't tell me that these little tarts are good for conversation. I don't even think you can use them for anything else, you might break them. I would like to suggest to those people who want somebody like that, and a way to think outside the box, next time you want to spend time with a nice, smart girl, try one of the darker hued variety. All the Jonathan Davis' of the world, the Johnny Depps, the Elijah Woods, and Billy Zane's, how much further out the box do you want?

Another Quote

"I hate cellphones. I feel like, if God meant you to carry on loud one-way conversations in public, he would've made you a crazy person."

--Garrison Keillor


"At this point, I'm starting to think that a vote for George W. Bush is a character flaw."

-- Janeane Garofolo

Tuesday, September 28, 2004

My Chat

This is a chat that I had with somebody, the names have been changed to protect the innocent, especially Raoul, the hot Spanish, poolboy. Actually no, that would have been to much work. Just pretend that I did that, and don't ask questions:

BulmaXenite: In ten years, you two could be having gads of cute little Blasian kids.
BulmaXenite: It took me ten minutes to think of how to bring Black and Asian together.
BulmaXenite: You could do it in ten seconds if you go over and talk to him. If you get my meaning.
BulmaXenite: ;-)
Somebody else18: yeah it is kind of hard
BulmaXenite: Why is my side of the conversation always filled with innuendo and double entendre?
Somebody Else18: but I can't have kids, you are having my kids for me remember?
BulmaXenite: All the more reason that you talk to him!!!
BulmaXenite: I mean, if he looks good, we could always do it the old fashoined way.
BulmaXenite: Hmmm?
Somebody Else18: Noooo!
BulmaXenite: Lets not fight it, Mani! Just bring me a nice handsome hunk, and I'll have all the kids you want.
BulmaXenite: Muwhahaha!
BulmaXenite: I mean, lol
Somebody Else18: yeah
Somebody Else: right
BulmaXenite: *wink
Somebody Else18: hmm...
BulmaXenite: Now you do all the work (raising the kids, finding the guy) and I reap all the rewards (having my way with him)
BulmaXenite: I think that this could work out.
BulmaXenite: Rwarrr
Somebody Else18: but you will still have to go through child birth
BulmaXenite: I know, but c'mon, I hate kids, that's gotta be easier than dealing with their crap for 18 years.
Somebody Else18: 18? You know it will be longer than that
BulmaXenite: And even that's not guaranteed anymore, they might becoming back at 21, 25, or 30. And they'll bring more kids. Not thank.
BulmaXenite: There you go.
BulmaXenite: And I will be off somewhere, enjoying the sunshine, with Raoul, the pool boy.
BulmaXenite: Oh Raoul, you're tanned and hardend, um, biceps, wrap me lovingly in your embrace.
BulmaXenite: Ah, sweet bliss
SomebodyElse18: why Raoul?
BulmaXenite: It sounds exotic. And have you seen his, um hair? yeah. hair
BulmaXenite: Anyway, he's buff, and sensous and knows how to treat a lady.
SomebodyElse18: 8-O
BulmaXenite: And he's hung like a horse! I mean, his hair is. His hair.
SomebodyElse: LOL
BulmaXenite: Oh Raoul!
SomebodyElse18: he he he
BulmaXenite: Anyway, lets get off this topic before Jesus thinks I'm serious. Which I am. Just kidding Jesus!
BulmaXenite: (y)
SomebodyElse18: he he he

You might have noticed that I did change the names to protect the innocent. I got my second wind just as I was cutting and pasting this thing. Sorry Raoul.

The Exorcist

So, last night I finished the Exorcist, and it was pretty good. The writing was on point, the description was startling, and it was darn scary. Now, I'm going to tell you something about me that you might not have known. I'm a Christian, and though I'm against all things that could possibly have a demonic slant. I tell my friends that unless it has the 'Jesus Seal of Approval' I don't mess with it. And that's true. I believe in God and Satan, and I believe that Satan will get you if he has the chance, and God will take you if he gets the chance. Anyway, so The Exorcist deals with all of this, and very well. It did scare me, but not in a totally unreversable way, and the scariest thing about the book was the demon. But not the demon himself, the way that it was inside the little girl. The way the girl was acting was really crazy. I have to see the movie now, because I hear the Linda Blair really pulls it off, which for me would be a scary thing to see. A little girl doing all the things that girl did in the book? Way bad. And, scary. Kind of like Deveigh Chase from 'The Ring'. I swear, if I ever see that kid walking around, I'm attacking her. I'm sorry that movie was to scary. I don't care if she is just a normal little girl, she's catching one.

Monday, September 27, 2004

Hey Mon!

Whatcha know good? Ahem, sorry about that. It seems that just when I have found the ultamite lame way to introduce these things, I surpass even my grandest efforts with something a little more lame. Anyway. This is a site that I found, but don't let the name fool you. I completely agree with the author. I mean, I haven't read the entire site, because he's long on 'words' and 'paragraphs', but seriously, this site speaks to me. Go check it out.


Sunday, September 26, 2004

Much Ado About Something

Like how I took the title 'Much Ado about Nothing' and changed it to something, so it had some relevance to my post. YaY! I am so witty. Anyway, I watched that movie today, the one with Denzel Washington and I was surprised to say that it was really good. I usually don't like Shakespeare, no I'm lying, I love Shakespeare, but I hate it when evebody dies in the end. That sucks. The ending to this was pretty good, though. Everybody made it out alive (sort of, you'll have to see or read it to know what I'm talking about) and everybody ended up with whom they were supposed to. I hate it when everbody dies. Or when things just don't work our the way they are supposed to. Take it from me, I like twists and turns and surprises, but in the end the guy is supposed to end up with the girl that he's supposed to and everything is supposed to be right in the world. That's probably one of the problems that I had with the Matrix Revolutions. Now if you haven't seen it and want to (though why you'd want to do that, I don't know) then you need to stop reading now.

***********SPOILER ALERT***************

Now, the rest you still there? Now, back to the point... THAT MOVIE SUCKED!!! I mean, geez! How could you bring us this far, make us care about all these characters, and then give us nothing! NOTHING!!! I feel like everything I am has been for naught. Seriously, Wachowskis', what were you thinking? And don't you naysayers sit around and say things like, 'Well, maybe they didn't want to give you everything tied up neatly with a bow around it at the end.' I'm not talking about a freakin' bow! I'm talking about the smallest, simplest bit of resolution! I don't want to leave the theater with more questions than when I went in, and none of my previous questions answered. I payed my 5 or 6 bucks! I deserve more than that! Ahem. Anyway, you understand where I'm coming from. Even if the ending is going to suck for all of those involved, just a little bit of plot resolution. That's all I'm asking. Throw me a bone. Seriously, Wachowskis' I won't tell anybody.

Saturday, September 25, 2004


Seriously, I am so bored right now. I'm listening to A Prairie Home Companion and waiting for the water for my bath to boil, and I'm bored out of my mind. I would have gone to the movies today if I had my car. But since I'm stranded in my room, I have absolutely nothing to do. So I decided to get on my blog and talk about how bored I am. Smart, aren't I? Anyway, I just thought that I would write about how boring my day was. So, happy reading.

Friday, September 24, 2004

Things that I love...

Here is a list of things that I love. No apologies, no explanations, just stuff I love.

1. Brendan Fraser
2. Jesus
3. America
4. Wolverine
5. Writing
6. Gatorade
7. Music
8. Reading
9. Reno 911 and the Daily Show
10. My friends (awwww)
11. Italian Food
12. Anime
13. Animals (except for spiders)
14. Being a fangirl
15. My family, of course
16. Martial Arts movies (Michelle Yeoh)
17. Beautiful Asian Men

...more to come

Things I Hate

I decided to make a list of things that I hate. No apologies, no explanations, just stuff that I hate.

1. People who put pictures of themselves and their significant others cuddling on their blog.
2. Zachary Ty Bryan
3. People who talk about the Dixie Chicks in vague and general terms without discussing the music.
4. Squash (the vegetable)
5. South Carolina
6. The Village
7. Romantic Comedies
8. professional bass fishing
9. People who think they're being funny, but they're just being mean, and hurtful
10. The following X-Men (the comic) and X-Men the Movie and X:2 X-Men United, characters:
Ronny (Bobby's brother, X2)
Jean Grey (But I like Phoenix)
11. George Bush
12. Judge shows (Judge Judy, Judge Joe Brown, etc.)
13. Reality Televsion
14. Having to wear a bra (But I understand it as a necessary evil)
15. People who don't look at you when they're talking to you
16. Any rappers with Lil' in their name (except Lil' John)
17. Fundraising (otherwise known as begging people you hardly know for money)

...more to come

*Parental Discretion Advised*

Nick grabbed the book from Ray's hand, and turning it sideways, used it to pound the spike futher into the man's skull. Ray grabbed the book away. He turned it over in his hands, the binding was ripped and dented, and the book was now spattered with blood.

"You creep! This is a fuckin' library book, I'll never be able to return it now."*

*Exactly as it appeared in my brain last night at about 1:15

Mad World

I was able to see the movie Donnie Darko. It impacted me a lot, and those of you who have seen the movie will notice that this blog is named for something in the movie. It is literally one of the best movies that I have ever seen. And I've seem a lot of movies. I have suggested to everyone that I know that they see this movie, and I hope that you will to. You can probably rent it from a store somewhere. One of my favorite parts in the movie is a montage near the end of the movie that features a song by Michael Andrews, called 'Mad World'. The whole thing is very touching, because of the moment, but the song adds to it ten fold. You can find a video for the song here:


Check it out, however I sincerely think that you shouldn't listen to it repeatedly at night while you lie in bed at night and cry. I mean, I did it that way, and I can tell you from experience that it's not fun. Go listen to it though. I'm a little behind, because it's been big over in England for about 3 years or something, and Donnie Darko has been a phenomenon for a while, but I just thought I'd share this with you.

Thursday, September 23, 2004

The Daily Show

I love the Daily Show. There are so smart and on the ball. It literally is one of the best most, sharp edged, ingenious show on television. I can give up on lots of the shows on tv now (BTW, check out Reno 911, if you haven't already. It had it's season finale, but reruns are still coming on. It is some funny stuff), but The Daily Show keeps me informed (seriously!) and entertained. Check out this link to a clip that I love:


Seriously check it out. It's some good stuff. I really think that this show is gold.

The Power of Positive Nonsense

I forgot what I was going to talk about. I just like this title. None of you guys steal it from me, okay? I'm talking to this really nice Italian guy right now. His name is Max. I love all foreign guys. My perfect husband would be a guy who has an Autralian accent, may or may not be Asian, Black, or White in that order, and has lived in Japan for an extended period of time and plays country music. I'm not that picky. Anyway, of course, my perfect husband is Brendan Fraser, who has none of those characteristics, so you can see that these preferences are not static. My idea of a perfect husband is one that I can depend on, leave decisions to, and snuggle with. I truly believe in true love, but I'm sure that will change. Give it ten or fifteen years. Cynicsm is something that comes with age. Losing your faith and your life. I don't look forward to it, but I've accepted it as a natural part of life.It's so sad that as we get older, we have to give up on the things that we believed in when we were young. I'm not really afraid of dying or getting older, I don't think. Of course, that might change as I get older, and closer to death and dying. Sometimes I feel really old, like I've lived a long time, and I look around and it seems to me that nobody has a clue as to what's going on. Then other days I wonder what the hell I'm doing.

Wednesday, September 22, 2004

The List to End All

Here we are, another day. I actually feel better today, though I can't explain why. I dunno, I guess God was just like, 'That's enough suffering for today'. Anyway, if you guys look at the top of my blog, you'll see that you can go to the next blog, and check it out. I seriously suggest that you do, because there is plenty cool stuff to see on other blogs. But with literally millions of blogs out there, why should you keep sticking around here? Well, I'm going to lay it all out for you in black and white. I'm not saying that everybody else's sucks, but I think that terri's cellar door has a little bit more to offer.

1. I speak English
You'd be surprised how much this makes a difference in the world of blogs. There are plenty in other languages, but because I speak English, this is the one for me. Anyway, I speak English and that's one more thing I have in common with my readership.

2. I have good grammar
Nine times out of ten I have spelled the word correctly, this makes it easier for people to understand the English that I write, and those just learning the language, it helps them not be confused.

3. My posts are usually semi-interesting
Now, granted, this is highly subjective, but I think that my posts for the most part have been interesting. Well, at least if you like hearing about other people's lives.

4. I don't intimidate you with my deep and prolific writing style
Basically because I don't have one. But I still count that one. Some sites I go to, it's like Ernest Hemingway decided to come back from the dead and post a blog. This can be pretty intimidating to the average blogger or blog reader.

5. I actually don't have anymore, I just wanted to make it five.
Look at this. Here I am sacrificing coherency so that I can have a nice even number, though technically five isn't an even number, but it's a great place to stop. Makes you feel good inside, and that's what I've done for you. You're welcome.

Tuesday, September 21, 2004

Tiff's Site

This is a friend of mine's blog. She is certainly one of the most original, interesting people that I've ever had the chance to meet and be friends with. I don't get to talk to her that often, but every once in a while, I'll check up on her blog. Literally, she is entirely deep and she is the kind of random and special writer that I hope to be when I grow up. She's an interesting character, and I hope that she'll remember me.


Check it out.

Crap For Crap

I feel like crap today. I don't know why. My stomach's been hurting and I feel I'm on that great precipace that is vomiting, but I can't fall over the edge. Of course, teetering there is one of the worst things a person can experience. I had a History test today, and I don't believe that I did that well, but what are you going to do? I'll have to do really well on the rest, I suppose. Anyway, today in front of the Caf, they were registering people to vote and all. And they were handing out stickers for your fave candidates. I got one for Kerry/Edwards, of course, but there were Bush/Cheney, and others. I don't know how anybody could vote for them in light of what they're doing to our ecnomy and to our troops, among other things. Anyway, I don't like to get involved in political conversations unless I'm feeling up to snuff and today, I'm really not. It's like I've been stabbed in the gullet. It's like, 'Just let me die already.' For the love of Mike. Anyway, this will have to do for a post for today, unless something really exciting because I really feel like crap.

Monday, September 20, 2004

In Class

I'm in class right now. They've put us in front of computers. Oh how little they know! Muwhahahaha! Anyway this lady is talking, and she thinks I'm listening, but I'm not. I'm so bad. Anyway, that's all I wanted to say. Maybe for you it was a bit of a waste of time, but for me it was a moment of revelation. YaY!

Saturday, September 18, 2004

Fiesta 2004

Well, it was pretty fun experience. My Latino brothers and sisters, came together in downtown Winston-Salem, and partied hardy. There was music and dancing and lots of food from Spanish speaking countries. I had a ball! I worked a booth where we signed kids up for extra credit in their Spanish classes. I met a lot of kids that go to local schools. And, I made a friend or two. The music was typically Tex Mex, but it had a beat and you could dance to it. I got a free t-shirt out of the deal, and free is my favorite style of shirt. Also, there was one thing that made me kind of mad. There were lots of pregnant ladies there, and one of them, a friend to one of the volunteers, was smoking a cigarette. What? Don't you know that that is dangerous for the baby? Any person living here in America, should know that. I mean, what's wrong with you? You're damaging your baby! I mean, duh! That made me want to order her out of the Gene Pool. So, anyway, other than that, it was a fun and eye opening experience, and I hope to do it again one day. My only regret: I was unable to try a Churro. I mean, the line was huge, they must have been great! Oh, well, maybe next time.

Friday, September 17, 2004


Two penguins are sitting on an ice floe, and the first penguin says to the other,

"It looks like you're wearing a tuxedo."

And the other penguin looks at him and says,

"Who says I'm not?"

--From the Prairie Home Companion, Listen to it on Nation Public Radio, on Saturday Morning.

Thursday, September 16, 2004

The Sims 2

People are so excited about the Sims 2 comeing (sic) out. You know, I'm a geek. Big time. But being excited about the Sims? That strikes me as a little sad. I mean, maybe because I've never played it before, but I dunno. I've been looking around blogs, and these are some that I find interesting:

Anyway, you two should check them out, the first is pretty funny and the second is pretty interesting. Don't get used to all that niceness, though. Because in the end you'll have to come back here. And be disappointed. We don't want that to happen. Anyway, I've got homework to do, so go, explore!

New Stuff

I wanted to put all kinds of new stuff on my blog so that my readers could see links that I like, and the two of you could interact with each other. Then I thought to myself, 'That would require work', so I was like no thank you. I might put up some stuff, I dunno. I guess that I'll have to save up the energy. I'm a little tired. I played a lot of DDR today.

Tuesday, September 14, 2004

Letter to Clear Channel

This is letter I wrote to Clear Channel in response to them canceling an oldies station that I like alot:

"Well, you've done it again. Forgotten about anything important and just thought about the bottom line. One oldies station. That's all I asked, now I don't even have that. I'm 21 years old, a college student and I live in Charlotte, NC. I remember the day I started listening to Magic 96.1. It was Christmas and I had just gotten my first radio. It was yellow and ran on batteries. I was about eleven and I took the new bike I had gotten and rode around in my cul-de-sac listening to Christmas music on that very station. I continued to listen. And that station has taught me all kinds of things about the history of music, where it is going and where it is. There would be no N'Sync if it were not for bands like the Dave Clark Five and the Beach Boys. There would be no Britney Spears or Beyonce if it weren't for Peggy Lee and Dinah Washington. These were people that I respected, and I had found a home at 96.1. Now, I won't go into how your mass global control of all radio stations is destroying creativity and originality (however true it is) or how your amazingly horrifying ticket sales are keeping true fans away from arenas, but I will say that in destroying one of the best, educational, and entertaining things around, you've committed an almost unforgivable sin. I don't expect that this will get much farther than some intern or customer service rep, but I wish that someone could know: I like hip-hop, and r&b, sure, but you've all taken something special from the people of Charlotte."

Resa's Thoughts

This is a plug for my friend, I don't want to say her name, because I'm not sure how much she wants out there, but she's started a blog, and it doesn't really have anything yet, but I'm sure she'll get started on that right away.


Go check it out, you know? And make her feel loved. Or something.


Crash is the title of a new movie that's coming out starring Brendan Fraser. Also it's the name of what happened to me this morning. Don't worry, I'm fine, I just spun around a couple of times. It wasn't even the scariest thing that's ever happened to me. I've been more afraid plenty of times. And there wasn't hardly any damage to my car. Just a scratch on the front bumper and a scuff in the back. This is why I say Thank You Jesus. I mean, when you're merrily skipping along, tarot is fine, Allah is fine, Buddha is fine, but when push comes to shove, there is no one I'd rather have in the trenches with me than Jesus. Anyway, it was a pretty congenial crash. I was run into by a nice lady named Beth, who was on her way to an interview, and was in a rush too. The first thing we asked each other was 'Are you all right?', which was nice. As opposed to some other crashes I've been in, where people are screaming at each other and out for blood. She seemed like a really nice person, so we were cool about the whole thing. The only person blowing a gasket, was a lady who had nothing to do with the crash, but was yelling at me for 'almost' killing her two kids. What about me? I was 'almost' killed. It's called taking a chill pill, try it, lady. Anyway, other than that it was an almost pleasant experience. I mean, I get out of all my classes today, so that's cool. And I get to go home for a while, which'll be nice. My mom is taking my car which kind of sucks, but I'll be okay. So, I guess I just want your prayers and good thoughts and stuff. Thanks.

Monday, September 13, 2004

Brendan Fraser

I love Brendan Fraser. I love his movies, and I love his body. I'm not a stalker, but he makes my heart sing. Wild thing. Anyway, I just wanted to mention that I love him. Brendan Fraser, Brendan Fraser, Brendan Fraser. Thank you.

Super Monkey Death Punch

And so with lighting quick reflexes, Sid Salamander dodged the punch of Super Monkey

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha," said Sid, " I have dodged your Super Monkey Punch, now you are my slave forever."

"I don't think so, Sid." replied Super Monkey, "I've got Sweezil on my side!"

Then out of nowhere jumped Sweezil, with the Great Banana Peel of Injustice. He lunged for Sid, but again he and his GBPoI, were no match for the lighting quikedness of the Salamander.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!" laughed Sid

Super Monkey knew that would happen however, and jumped off his Super Monkey brand Fun Vine. One Super Monkey Death Punch later, Sid was dead. And he only had himself to thank for it.

Thursday, September 09, 2004

What Kind Pt. 2

Nigger, it is a hateful word, with a terrible history, but when I heard it, I was rushed headlong into a time not so long ago. Where people who were separated by something as trivial as skin color, and persecuted because of it. It made me feel helpless and hopeless. It made me believe that nothing had changed at all.

Then as quickly as it had gathered, my anger was gone. I could almost laugh. I thought about the white people that I had known in my life. Not all were kind, not all were nice, but still not all were mean. Then I thought of all the black people that I had known in my life. Not all were kind, not all friendly, and certainly not all were looking out for other blacks. I thought of my friends from different ethnicities and cultures. I thought of one of my best friends, Lauren, whose family has practically adopted me, whose mother has always treated me just like one of her own, and who happens to be white. There are plenty of experiences in my life where I’ve met helpful and evil people, of all races. Sure, not all of our problems will be solved, and of course race has separated us, not only visually, but culturally. Sure, I could take this one guy hanging out of his car, and make a decision to never interact with a white person for the rest of my life, and hate those people, and work against anything they have in mind. Or, I could just hate one bozo, who hung his juvenile head out of his friend’s car and said some really, really hateful things. I think I’ll stick with the latter.

What Kind Pt. 1

“What kind of nigger are you?” These words were shouted at me from a passing car as I drove down the road, my windows partly down. NPR at a modest level. My ‘Defoliate Bush’ bumper sticker proudly displayed on the rear of my car. A man, in his early to mid thirties, white, unshaven with dirty blond hair and a cap displaying his favorite NASCAR driver on the front, was hanging out of a passenger side window, shouting at me. As he sped by, I could see his friends in the seat beside him, none of them looking particularly ashamed or angry. Then, me, on my way home, days before leaving for college, staring slack jawed, and wordless for a moment or two. Passersby looked, though I’m not sure if anyone, except me, understood the words that he had yelled, almost unintelligibly, at me. I remember his face, twisted into an almost grin, so pleased with himself for thinking up something so bitingly harsh, so horrendously cruel, and then hurling it at a young girl. I looked toward him and then he was gone.

My anger was quick in gathering, and rising. How dare he say something like that to me? I’m a college kid, a daughter, a sister. I’ve volunteered to work with kids, to help animals. I’ve flipped burgers, and I’ve ridden a bike. I’ve done things that he’s done, and before that moment I was no better or no worse. I once got stung by about five yellow jackets, and I had to carry a little child who shared my fate and worse. He was white. I once helped a little girl who fell off a bandstand and got a terrible gash on her leg. She was black. I loved and hated and hugged and kissed people of all races, and yet his words, touched me in a way that I never thought I could be affected. Why should I be held responsible for his ignorance, his inability to see the truth? But there I was angry at that man, angry at myself, wanting to do something to hurt him as much as he had hurt me.

This was not a word that I had never heard before. I had heard it plenty of times, but always uttered by people the same color as me, or with no malice or hatred involved. Never before had I fallen victim to the use of that word in a context that unfriendly. I was alone in the car and as I pulled over for a moment, I wanted to hate him. I wanted to hate anyone like him. Had all my years of trying to see past race, and trying to focus on things of importance, been for nothing? If there were still people in the world like that, people as ignorant and as hateful as he was, then how could a person like me, a person who believed, truly, that all men are created equal, how could I continue to be so naïve? He had stolen my innocence, and my optimism, all in one fell swoop. There was nothing I had done to provoke it, and all the same there was nothing I could do to prevent it. I only understood that the moment had come and gone, and while he and his friends were already laughing about other things, I was still living in that moment, wondering what I could have done differently, wondering how I could have struck back, wondering how I could cause some injury that would make him suffer.

And all was lain to Burnination...

Anyway, so remember how I was talking about how Spanish sucks? No, really it does. Seriously folks. I went and saw Hero last week. I'm telling you it's one of the best movies this year. I would compare it to more like Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, than any of Jet Li's other more Martial Arts driven work. I'll tell you right now, I'm not a big fan of wire fu. Usually, I think that the scene is much cooler if the people invovled just fight on the ground normally. This movie was no exception. There was just so much coolness, that I didn't miss the fact that there was all this wire work. It was the story of an assassin, who Jet Li plays and all that stuff. You should really go see it for yourself. It's really good, so go check it out. I don't want to give to much away, but the beauty of the whole thing and the wire work really adds to the grace of the it. It takes away from the awesomeness of the fight scenes, but adds to the beauty of the whole thing. Anyway, I'm supposed to be going to the movies this week, but we haven't gotten around to it, if you guys have any suggestions about what we should go to see drop me a line.

Tuesday, September 07, 2004

Vote, Vote, Vote!

This is just a reminder: Vote you guys! You have to vote. You have to express your right as an American. Sure, I can't stand Bush, but I don't care who you vote for as long as you vote. Saying that cuts me like a knife, but it's true. Some of us, women and African Americans, and people under the age of 21, didn't always have the right to vote, so make use of it. It's sad to see so few people voting. If you want to have some say in how your life in this country turns out, then you need to vote for someone who shares your views and values, and whoever that may be, get out there and vote for them.

Spanish: The Language of Stan, and Other Various Demons

So anyway, I'm in Spanish, and it's hard. No, seriously, I'm about to die. Hopefully I won't, but things aren't looking so good. I had it today, and my teacher actually thinks that I speak Spanish. I'm like, Duh, that's why I'm taking the class. Weirdo. I don't even think that Spanish is an actual language. I think they just make it up as they go along. They probably speak English in these so-called 'spanish speaking' countries. I'm quite positive it's some kind of hoax. Like the Yeti, or the abominable snowman. I mean, in a real world it couldn't even exist. Some freak language that actually evolves as your speaking it. Nah, man, that ain't even right. Anyway, so I'm trying to learn it. Trying being the imperative word, because techinically I don't know a drop of it yet. I figure a couple more months of study, and I should have some of the basics, only thing is, in a couple of months the semester will be over, which leaves me up the creek w/o a paddle. So, hopefully things will turn around before then.

Friday, September 03, 2004

Hey Guess What?

I have a show, and you don't. If you don't know who I'm talking to, then it's not you, BTW. And I have a blog, for me to write about stuff that has to do with me. The fact that you didn't sign your name proved how much of a coward you are. You have something to say, say it to my face. I didn't put this on here because I figured anybody else would see it. I know it's out there, but as far as I know, you're the only one who's read it. It's just for me to talk about things that matter to me, and as far as I'm concerned, I didn't ask you for your opinoin. Maybe that's being petty, but who said I couldn't be? Nyah!

Homestar Runner

If you're into anything weird, or like funny stuff, that's funny just because it's funny, then you should check out www.homestarrunner.com It's literally the funniest site that I've been to in a while, and I go all over the Internet on a daily basis. There is this guy called StrongBad and he's is just all kinds of funny. He's like Futurama funny, or even Family Guy funny. They are all in little cartoons, and StrongBad answers e-mail, and there are games and stuff. Homestar Runner is a character, too. And there are others, all varying degrees of funiness. Like whenever I ever see Homsar, I just double over in laughter. Just go to the site, and you'll see what I'm talking about. I think that cartoons can be funny in ways that normal shows can't. Like, can you see a live-action Family Guy? It just wouldn't work. There'd would be a problem of mechanics, some things, which are hilarious, just couldn't be done with real people. So, in essence is chopped in half right there. Of course, any attempts at a talking baby would end in disaster. Anybody remember that talking baby show with Joely Fischer? I didn't think so.

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