Tattoo or no??

So I’ve been debating this week on whether or not to get a tattoo. I am thinking of getting the Chinese symbol of Faith on my foot. Another possibility is the Jesus fish on my ankle or on my back (near the shoulder blade area). There are pros and cons to getting it done. A pro is that I think it would look good. I have been looking online at the different ways it could be done. Another plus is that if I do get it done, the place I plan on going has been somewhere that my family has gone before. I watched how they threw away everything and sterilized it as my mom got two there. Another good thing is that it would constantly remind me to have faith in God. Also the struggle I went through to gain what faith I have now. A con of getting a tattoo is that it is of course, permanent. Two years from now I can’t decided I don’t want it anymore and remove it like a stick on tattoo. If I were going in for a job interview I would have to hide my tattoo. Not that it would be hard if it was on my foot or back but having to cover it up is something I would not want to do. Oh! I forgot the fact that I hate needles, so this would take a lot in me to even go through with. Also, people get bad raps for having tattoos. People might label me into some group that is looked down upon. I have a meaning behind it so it is not like I am getting a random tattoo for the heck if it.

If you Give an Alcoholic a Shot

If You Give an Alcoholic a Shot

If you give an alcoholic a shot,
They are probably going to ask for the bottle,
If you give them the bottle,
They'll probably as for a bigger glass,
When they're all finished they'll ask for the keys,
Then they will get up and make their way to grab them,
When they grab for the keys,
They might notice the keys are gone,
So they'll probably ask where they went,
When they are finished trying to remember where their keys went,
They will start pacing,
They might even get carried away and punch something,
Once they have calmed down a bit,
They'll probably want a snack,
So you'll have to fix something up for them,
They will eat it all and begin to look around
In an effort ot quench their thirst,
So.........
They will ask for another bottle,
And chances are if they ask for another bottle,
They are going to want a shot to go with it.

Everything Broke!!

So this week, more specifically Sunday just about everything I own broke. It started Sunday morning at about 3am. I got home from a Toga party to plug my phone into the charger. But when I looked down my charger tip was basically bent in half. My phone was about to die and I had no charger. Great I thought, just what I need at three in the morning. So I turned my phone off, went to sleep and tried to forget about it. Later that day I went to my car because I was going to go get a new charger. What do I see but my driver side back seat window wide open. It was completely gone into the door of the car. Fabulous just another thing I need to deal with. So I drove around trying to find a Verizon store but everything was closed because it was Sunday. So I decided to tackle the window debacle. First I went to Sears Auto parts but they said the guy was not in today. That led me to Firestone and luckily they were at least able to put it up and in stationary mode so it would not fall back down before they got the part it. By the way, just for them looking at my car, it wasn’t cheap, about $100. Okay with that fixed for the time being I hit the mall with one of my friends to find a Verizon store in there. Found it and got the charger. Alright I thought today’s looking up; I got everything fixed as much as I could for the time being. Well later that night I was online trying to send my mom an E-card for her birthday (which was that day) and my computer started freaking out. I tried to get back onto the internet only to have the USF Quarantine site pop up saying that my computer has a virus. AWESOME! That was sarcastic if you couldn’t see that. So what does any girl do who doesn’t know a thing about fixing computer, I freaked out. Luckily my friend was there and she helped me call places to get the virus removed. Yesterday I took it into the computer store above the bookstore where it currently resides until further notice. In the end I got my phone problem resolved but still have to deal with my car and laptop. There was too much going on this weekend. I’m glad it’s over.

Labor Day Wedding

So Labor Day weekend came along at ciaos surrounded my family. My mom was going a hundred different ways yelling at me to get something or going to pick another thing up. My brother was getting married. What a scary thought for me. Growing up with my brother being such a boy I could not imagine him tying the knot. The girl, Megan, is more than anyone could have asked for. From the first time I met her she felt like part of the family. So it was only fitting they make it permanent, just a little shocking is all. So back to the day of, I had no clue what was going on because I had been here at USF for a week and a half, so when the running around began I was a little freaked out. I was supposed to stay the previous night at the hotel with the bride but due to some unforeseen circumstances I had to go home and come back the next day. So when I arrived back at the hotel where the wedding was taking place I immediately went straight to get ready. Megan was getting ready as well, her hair first of course. She was so beautiful, and did not have the nerves you would expect. After we were done getting ready, bride and bridesmaids alike we started walking to the room where people were being ushered out to their seats. Once there I started getting butterflies in my stomach, me? I wasn’t the bride, this wasn’t supposed to happen. Haha The wedding was amazing and more beautiful then I could have ever thought. The reception was hilarious as the men in the bridal party were called to the dance floor to be the village me in the YMCA. Man was that a sight. Then to top things off they called my brother out and began playing that risky song “I’m too sexy for my shirt…” Never in my wildest dreams did I expect to see my brother, in essence disrobe before my eyes. After the reception we went to Jimmy Guanas and relaxed while some had a few drinks. Overall my brothers wedding was a night to remember and I’m grateful I got to be a part of it.

Memoir First Draft

Im just warning you I have no idea what I'm doing. haha

SOS or Service over Self is an organization in Memphis TN that wants to spread the word of God through urban home repairs. So when my church youth group decided to attend this in the summer of 2004 I was ecstatic. That was 4 years ago and every year since we have gone back. When you drive up to the building I can’t help but notice the area it is in. The city is called Binghampton, and the crime rate is high. My friends are I never had a doubt that we were in harms way because we knew God was with us and would protect us so we could do good deeds through him. Perfect I thought. The SOS building is surrounded by a metal fence to obviously keep everyone safe, as much as we could be at least. Once I got out of the car I could help but shout with happiness. This was my element; I loved helping people in dyer need. Most of the time I got my spiritual growth through working on roofs or rebuilding kitchens. The satisfacton I get from the look on the homeowners face when we are done is more than anything. I feel connected to God throughout this while helping the homeowner receive a sounder structured home. Sometimes I even got to talk to the homeowners (they were not always willing) I could see the beauty of God working in them.
One such summer I was hanging off the edge of a house replacing a wooden structure. This year I just happened to have my youth pastor in my group along with a multitude of other fellow youth, who were, of now help in this situation. Anyway my youth pastor was up on the roof as well which probably was not a good thing due to the fact that she is afraid of heights. While up there I was hanging over the edge and my youth pastor staring at her legs as to not freak out. Little did I know the event that was about to partake. All of a sudden I hear a shriek and cry from behind me. I was lucky that I had a grasp onto the house because I almost made a crash landing. I turn around to find my youth pastor flailing her arms and cry like nothing else. What the hell was wrong with her kept running through my mind. There was no way to get down and nobody else up there to help me try and calm her down. Shit. What was I going to do? I had never been stuck on a roof with a 50 year old woman having a panic attack. So what else to do but pray with her. For thirty minutes I felt God work through me and I sat there and talked to her about how God has worked through my life and the times when I needed him to get me through a rough patch like what she was going through at the time. It ended up working out, and she got down from the roof without a scratch. I knew right them that God was amazing and would never leave me without something to express with his glory.
That was 2 years ago and I will never forger it. But the main point of this piece is to express how I came to gain that fire and drive to grow again in my faith with the Lord. I had always been raised in a church and had a relationship with God but it wasn’t until recently that I realized I had never been trying to strengthen and develop the bond with God. So this past summer when my youth group returned to SOS for the fourth time I felt something was going to be different. The house my group received needed a wheelchair ramp to be built alongside her whole house and her front yard. There was not much for everyone to do so this summer I did not get much of anything out of working on the home. Instead I got my spiritual growth through Chapel. Chapel is worship time SOS has every night where we sing and listen to a speaker spread the word of God. It hit me this year. This is really personal but God is telling me that I need to share it. So, one night when we were singing, they began a song called Mighty to Save. I had never heard it before and was excited to sing something new. I started singing the song and something overcame me. It was like I was not in control of what did. Never before had I felt this feeling, I closed my eyes, and raised my hands. Raising my hands is something I have never really done. It was the most amazing feeling to have God be in control of my life. From that moment on I realized that I needed to work on strengthening my relationship with God. I had that fire, desire, and drive to live my life for God and do everything for his glory. Ever since then I have continued to try and glorify God through everything I do and say, which is not easy being a college student. Coming to college I was worried that I would lose my “Spiritual high” of being close to the Lord, but so far is hasn’t and I don’t plan on letting it.

Audio of This is Emo

Listening to the audio of This is Emo made me not like the memoir. When I read it I could grasp some aspects of the story but when I listened to it I was not into it at all. His voice was so annoying, like someone with a stuffed nose. I could not concentrate on what he was saying because I was to busy listening to his voice and its ability to make me almost pull out my hair. I kept looking to see ho far along it was. “Was it almost done?” Nope. The diction when reading the memoir was much funnier than when he read it. Along with the voice, his diction just did not seem to fit. A person with that voice just can not fit his choice of foul words. The fact that his voice would rise and fall and the end of each sentence or even word got on my nerves as well. I lost track of what he was talking about because I was to busy trying to figure out how someone could talk like that.

The one good thing about listening to it was that some sentences I did not understand when reading it made sense when he said them out loud. When he talked about being thin, or rich, or the lead singer of a band it was better in audio. The breaths or breaks in his voice also helped to realize how he intended that sentence or word to be.

Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim by Sedaris Memoir

David Sedaris right from the get go establishes that the TV is an important part of American living. That without a TV in your home you were considered weird and abnormal by your community. He illustrates that even in school teachers and children alike use voices, phrases, or movements that are from popular TV shows of that time and if you had not had a TV to view them than your understanding of what happen would be greatly distorted. I got a good laugh when Sedaris mad the comment about them going away for the weekend and “I felt as if my favorite show had been cancelled.”

When the Tomkeys appeared at their door the day after Halloween no feelings were spared in terms of the children. I thought it was cleaver that the author said he shoved the miniature candy into his mouth before giving anything to the Tomkeys. Any child would do that so it was very realistic. So, Sedaris was trying to say that although you may not like people, being greedy and keeping things for yourself would only result in disaster. You should share with those who do not have, in this instance a TV or candy. In the end it will come back to bite you and regret might set in while you take a look at yourself.

Sex, Drug, and Cocoa Puffs by Klosterman Memoir

In the beginning he is automatically realistic. When he says a woman will never satisfy him he balances it with the fact that he will never satisfy a woman. I enjoyed the sequence of events. Klosterman states that he will come back in fifteen years and look back on this piece, not changing how he felt. Although others who might interview him would question his feelings fifteen years later he will hold true to what he said. He even goes as far as to say that he will lie to them saying he loves woman, but in reality his views haven’t changed. I think it is brilliant to make such a comment in this piece because the reader gets a chuckle and can laugh at him, which only made me want to continue reading more. The way he said he wanted fake love was interesting to me because it is not how most people view love, and least the way i view it.

Klostermans diction for me was what really kept me going. The way he situated it and the exact diction he used I could relate to, because as a college student you probably not only hear those words but say them occasionally if not often. Furthermore when he depicts scenarios that the girl was in (the Coldplay concert, and the relations between different TV characters) it made me think back to similar times when I had a friend, family, or even myself amongst such a time. Something of irony was when he said he was being bitter, yet the whole memoir was one bitter sentence after another. So this memoir was written to show up that you dont have to be perfect for that woman or man and if they do not like it then you do not need them in your life. In the end it was a brilliant memoir that really caught my attention.