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Questa è una vita meravigliosa in cui viviamo.

This is a wonderful life we live…

Questa è una vita…

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If I believed in hell…


If I believed in hell, dahhling, I’d be quite convinced that many of “hell- goers,” sentenced to time after death to burn for their sins, would be wearing heels.

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It is by the will and strength of women that nations were and are allowed to rise and fall. Because behind every great man, is even greater, better dressed woman.

It is by the will and stength…

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Confessions from yesterday… 

I fell about five times yesterday…

This was me:


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Why be….

Why be like the rest of them dahhhling?

So plain, colorless, lifeless and borrrrrrrrrrrrrrring- a disgrace to the world, to GOD, Himself.

Why be the stereotype?

What is expected of “your kind” to be?

Why not break the mold into a billion different pieces and do a dance on the pieces after they fall?

Why not paint the world, set it on fire, create your own?

Why, “ordinary,” “average,” “normal,” “cookie- cutter,” and “just like everyone else” are some of the ugliest words that have ever been uttered…

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Thoughts… He just took it…


He has my heart.

And I don’t even remember giving it to him… he just took it. Pried it right from my fingers…

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I think I know why the caged bird sings…


… it’s because her sweet, sweet song is her salvation, her escape, her only hope that she may one day be free.

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Thoughts… on that girl talk

So yesterday I was in the library after English class working on my final argumentative essay that’s due tomorrow, and I was working on the computer and sitting across from these two girls who were talking. Now, I love girl talk. I love to talk about boys, dreams, crazy stuff, and guess what I heard, etc. What girl doesn’t? But I’m not a big gossiper nor am I a big trash talker. Now although I love some girl talk, their conversation really annoyed me. Besides the fact that we were in the library and you’re supposed to shut up in the library, they were really being mean. One of the girls was talking about how college was a place for young people and not the older woman with whom she was having a dispute with. Her friend was telling her “Oh she’s just jealous” because you’re pretty, in college, smart, “handling yours,” have a job, and a daughter. Now mind you this girl is young and in college which means that she had the baby in high school, which is nothing to be proud of, and you all know how I feel about that baby mama drama. And she was continuing to talk about this woman and how her daughter was probably ugly and dumb. Then she started talking about how when she doesn’t like people she calls them a crack head and if she were to call this particular woman that her friend was having a dispute with a crack head, the woman would probably say that she was on meth instead of crack. And then they both started laughing like it was funny. This experience shows me that A) if you’re going to be ignorant, don’t do it in public and B) girls can be really mean when they’re talking among themselves.

All of us girls need a little girl talk… but don’t be mean in your girl talk, even to the people who aren’t there to hear it. Be honest and truthful, but not mean!



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Thoughts from yesterday…

Thoughts from yesterday in English class…

Is it just me or has the air conditioner been on since winter?


And here come the questions…

I like being different. I love that you will never meet anyone like me again in your entire life. But I hate when people find out how different or interesting I am and ask me questions. I don’t mind one or two, but multiple questions hitting me like ping pong balls, is too much. It blows people’s mind that I’m:

  1. a vegetarian 
  2. young and in highschool and college at the same
  3. a Muslim


They find out and huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… here come the questions.

Why don’t you cover you head as often as other Muslims do? Are you a virgin? Why are you a virgin? You’re not going to have sex until you get married? When you get older are going to wait to have sex until you get married? When you get older will you convert to a different religion? How do you pray? Do you believe in heaven? What’s your ethnicity? Do you believe in dinosaurs? So you do or don’t believe in heaven? Do you believe in Jesus? You’ve never eaten meat? Do you wear weave? What do you eat? What you eat for breakfast this morning? What did you eat for lunch yesterday? What did you have for dinner last night? How are you in high school and college at the same time? Wait… so you’re saying ____________? Why are you soooo young and in college? Isn’t it illegal to be in college that young? Are you going to marry a Muslim? Can I go do some research and come back for a part two? So what are you taught? (P.S. We’re not taught to be terrorists. I freak out when I have to frggin’ kill an ant.)

I love people’s curiosity. I love that people find me mind- blowingly interesting. That’s amazing. It makes me feel special. But I am not a science experiment so don’t question me like I am one. Please. I am a girl, a very pretty girl I might add, and I’m just a little different than you are.  Besides a few differences, I am like you. I eat, I sleep, I listen too way to much Taylor Swift (that is how you wake up in the morning people), I sing off- key in the car, I paint my nails, I couldn’t live without Pandora, I like girly things, and I am guilty of the duck face sometimes when I take pictures and when I dance. “I’m just like you” *sings in her best Hannah Montana voice* Oh, and I watched Hannah Montana when it first came on! I have these tiny differences that seem to blow people’s mind. I don’t get it.

Please stop with all the questions. I can’t deal with it…

Stop asking homosexuals, black people, Muslims, and people from other countries a billion questions! We are people too and we get flustered! Geesh…



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Chocolate is good…


I’m a firm believer that somehow chocolate is good for your health, at least that’s what I’ll tell myself to feel better when I eat it.

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He thinks we’re cake/ cake/ cake/ cake/ cake…


You know what I found out in English class yesterday? That there’s a guy walking around campus who thinks that women and girls are like “pieces of cake” and he should be allowed to taste one piece of cake and then another piece of cake and see which one tastes better. Hmmm… I didn’t know that as a female I was, as the definition of cake is: “an item of soft, sweet food made from a mixture of flour, shortening, eggs, sugar, and other ingredients, baked and often decorated.” And according to this idiot, every man has cheated on his girlfriend or wife and that that’s just how things go, as if men and boys have an entitlement to cheat. What? What planet do you live on? And then, when asked if he would mind if a woman had that mentality and wanted to cheat on him by having other pieces of (if women are cake then I guess men are…) man candy – he said he wouldn’t mind. Yeah. Right. Ugggggghhhhhh… I can’t believe people with this mentality even exist… And I am not, mister, a piece of cake!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Thoughts… on Dat “Baby Mama” Drama

Like the title? Yep.  I thought so… =)

So in my life there has been a lot of “baby mama” drama. Not for me personally. Oh hell no… I will never be personally experiencing that, but that’s a whole other subject.

See, recently my cousin who’s around sixteen-years-old had a beautiful baby girl. These other two girls that I know, in relation, both had babies, too. I have a friend who has sisters who two of their friends have babies. I have a sort of “buddy” in my art class who is also a baby mama. And I had a mid term examination today where the topic I had to write about was people’s refusal to get married (an obvious choice from the three topics we were given which included  marijuana- which I really know almost nothing about- and “Messiah complexes”), them not believing in marriage, and the effects on our larger society- hence unwed people having sex, then unexpected pregnancies resulting in our abundance of “baby mamas”.  So… I’m being surrounded by a lot of baby mama drama. Now, today in art class, the girl in my class who I mentioned above was video chatting with her “baby daddy” and her beautiful three- year- old daughter. She even showed me a video of her daughter dancing around in their bathroom singing a cover of “Dynamite” by Taio Cruz. It was cute. She was cute. When I watched her talking to her mother that was sooooooooooooooooooooooooo cute. But… why should any girl have to be a “baby mama?” As gorgeous as my art class “buddy”‘s three-year-old is, I mean… what’s happened to her dreams? You may be thinking “well she’s going to college isn’t she?,” but I’m trying to get my basic credits out of the way before I go away to four year college or university at community college. This girl is in community college. There’s nothing wrong with community college, but that’s the cheapest option that she has to take because she has a child. Do you know what she told me today? She said that she’d dropped all of her other classes last semester except for art. Now, she’s a fantastic artist, but her dream is to own a restaurant. You can’t do that by dropping all your classes. And she misses classes sometimes. Why? Because she has a gorgeous little girl at home, a baby daddy, family drama,  a job to maintain, a house to help maintain  etc. She’s got responsibilities and the heaviest of them all… is that child.

Now, I in no way judge “baby mamas.” I do understand that there are some fine, know-the-right-thing-to-say kind of boys. I get that. I used to think Trey Songz was is fine. Ever heard of Trey Songz? Ever heard a Trey Songz song? Watch “Neighbors Know My Name” (which I should not be listening to but God that man is… gorgeous). He fits that fine, knowing-the-right-things-to-say kind of man. I get that you may be become involved with a man like that look up and BAM!!!- you have a baby. I get that “baby mamas” may have been in the moment and not have been thinking. I know that there is a such thing as accidents- they happen. I get that there are girls who don’t have my mentality (which I will share with you) and who haven’t been raised as I have. But… *sighs* you have to be stronger than even you may expect to be or want to be.

Now let me tell you: I WILL NEVER BE A BABY MAMA!!!! I have too many goals. If I lived in an alternate universe and did become a “baby mama,” I’d either be neglecting the poor child, which is wrong, or I’d be neglecting my dreams, which would make me so sad. Then the world wouldn’t experience me and my amazingness. I’d be depriving both myself and the world. Now you can’t deprive the world can you? And besides that, there isn’t not a boy/man/guy in this world that could convince me to be his “baby mama.” I love myself too damn much. Why be a baby mama, when at the time that I’m ready to have children, I could be a beautiful wife with children. Which one sounds better to you: wife with children or “baby mama?” I thought so…

So I got love for all those “baby mamas” out there, but I am writing this to inform you that I will NEVER EVER join your club. I politely, yet forcefully deny your subliminal request to be and join the “baby mama” crew. Take that “Secret Life of the American Teenager!!!!!!!!”

To all you baby mamas: Never give up on your dreams… no matter what. Never settle for less… you raise your child but keep working towards your dreams… you just take that baby with you.



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Dear cancer,

Dear cancer,

I hope we kick your ASS!!!


Some Fabulous Chick

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The evolution process of an eleven year old boy…

… who feels he’s a girl.

There’s YouTube videos and even an OWN documentary about this little transgender boy who has long hair, is pretty, dainty, and has testosterone stoppers injected into him. He’s called Jazz. Now in my religion, homosexuality is a sin… it’s just as bad a sin as any other thing, but it’s a sin nonetheless. But what am I supposed to to think of a little boy who says he’s happy living his life like a girl? Who at a young age had a dream that a fairy would change his ding-a-ling thing to a woo- hoo? And whose worst fear is to go through a boy’s puberty process and get a deeper voice and hairy? What would I do as a religious person if I’d had a child like that? I want to say that his parents should have waited until he was eighteen to make all of these huge changes to who he was born as, but then if he was doing girly things behind his parent’s back, and they found out in the wrong or absurd way, then that would be weird for them. And it could result into unresolved issues as he got older.

I don’t know. I’m partly confused…

What do you think?

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Thoughts from yesterday…

Thought from yesterday while reading Ivanka Trump’s Trump Card:

Wow! I’m being pleasantly surprised! And who knew she liked Oprah?!

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