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http://tavi-thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com/

Read and be enlightened. This little girl is one of my newest heroes. She reminds me of myself around that age, even up until now to be honest. She wears what she wants and is unapologetic for her look. If only people of the world and be like her, we wouldn't have anymore situations like this:

I love the choice of music in that video hahaha.

Skimming though her blog made me realize that I've been wasting so much space here. I initially created this blog as release for what I observe through my point of view, and I had in the beginning. Needless to say that it got me into a lot of trouble, but you can't say that I didn't warn you. You can't change a person's observation, it's what they see and it's just being reported back "verbatim," so to speak. With it being my birthday coming on on Saturday, I feel like I should have full diplomatic immunity from here and now. LET IT BE KNOWN THAT FROM THIS POINT FORWARD, I PROMISE TO BE OBSERVANT, UNAPOLOGETIC, AND AS SARCASTIC AND DEADPAN AS I CAN BE! *Cheers and applauds*

I understand that nobody likes the truth, nobody can really handle the truth. But as human beings we'd like to think so, so I offer it to you as a service. Don't think of it as being trying to find a way to bash you, think of it as constructive criticism...coming out of Giselle's brain. Don't be surprised to read something that isn't to your liking, because you already know how I think. With that said, it's time for the new post.

Common sense

Common sense is a dead thought process. Since the dawn of time, mankind has lacked common sense. Obviously fire burns and it hurts, why try to touch it again? To give you a more recent example, the snowpocalypse of 2010. First I don't understand how people lack the basic essentials that are shovels, milk and bread. Every time I step foot in a grocery store, it's like it's the end of the world. People, the snowfall isn't going to last 40 days and 40 nights. You will be able to get out of your homes within a day or two. Unless you live with a pack of wolves then you should be alright.

Shovels. Every home has at least 3 snow shovels. Don't tell me that you don't, you know you do. I can understand the lack of salt, people do use a lot. Recently there has been a lot of wear and tear in the snow shovels, but come on. My mom happens to work at a hardware store, and every time snow is in the broadcast people panic. In the words of my mother, "Shovels don't wait for you. If you're in a panic for them and we tell you when the shipment comes in, you better get to the store now! Otherwise, oh well!"

Getting stranded. IT'S A SNOW STORM! You know you're setting yourself up if you decide that it's a great idea to go out while the snow is falling. Don't bitch and complain to me if you're stranded at your friend's house due to the 2 feet of snow that's blocking you in. Suck it up and wait it out. When the opportunity comes for you to go home, don't pass it up! I'd much rather go to work with how many bags of clothes, and have my dad pick me up from work than be arrested for homicide. Seriously, do you honestly need to ask what my opinion is on risking freedom from friendship, or taking the chance of another night and killing the person in their sleep?

Changing the subject: my birfday! This calls for a letter.

Dear Anonymous,

This is being addressed to a group of people. Someone tried to be coy, and sent my dad a text message asking him what the plans are for my birthday. Too bad it was sent while I was in the car with him, and he didn't have his reading glasses with him. Guess who had to read it? You all should know that if my family hasn't contacted you at least two weeks in advanced, there are no plans. Me thinks that there hath been some eavesdropping involved. Understand that these people are like the Washington Post; one person hears something, everyone else will know in the next five minutes. The reason for this letter and the impending bitterness? Allow me to explain. Before I go any further, this letter does not include my parents. They always take care of me (^_^).

The past couple of birthdays have been spent in disappointment. After my 20th birthday, it went down hill. My 21st, I had plans to go to a friend's show and spend it having a great time. What happened? My family hijacks me at the very last second, literally, and diverts my plans. I was considerably upset because I've had these plans for weeks! They had "celebrated" the weekend before, and took me to a barbecue place. Did I mention that I'm a vegetarian? Thanks, assholes. They told the waitress that it's my birthday, so they brought out this small sundae with the birthday candle. As soon as I blew out the candle, EVERYONE attacks my ice cream. I sit there in even more disgust and anger while someone asks me if I would like some ice cream. I look down, and there's nothing left. My 22nd birthday was spent doing nothing. My friends took care of me and I had a great time at karaoke. My 23rd birthday involved an impromptu tea party at my house directly after class. It was a very small get together, and the night turned interesting when a box of wine emerged. It was another situation where I saw my family the next day or two days later. Guess what? Yeah, it was as if I didn't have a birthday. The birthdays following mine were a spectacle. *Nods* I want to say "unbelievable," but it's not the correct word choice. Sadly enough it is believable. This birthday I plan to take care of myself. I invited some friends and my cousins to dinner and some generic art making. We're all poor college students, and it'll be a Saturday night. In the midst of planning I think someone leaked my plans of dinner and generic ceramics painting, only to admit that they may no be invited. Honestly I hope it's clear that you're not invited, if I wanted you to come I would've told you. I've learned that I don't want anything from you all, and this realization isn't due to disappointed birthdays past. This has to do with the fact that I was treated badly in the past over various things. Especially when my education was involved, you all really showed me your true colors. The censorship thing is something to be expected, I'm an artist. Many people will try to censor me. It's something I need to get used to.

I don't want people to see this as turning my back on these group of people, but if you know them the way that I do, you wouldn't blame me. If they do you any sort of favor, birthday celebration, help you out with school, etc, they expect some form of payback. And they expect it back in tenfold.

To make things clear, you're not invited. There are no plans. Don't ask my parents at the very last second what the deal is, and to make me change my plans to accommodate you all. I've had these plans for a month, and it's not fair to ask people to change their schedules because you feel the need to be included. Frankly I don't think it's fair that my parents are stuck with a $400 tab, because you all feel the need to raid the bar and order the most expensive things on the menu. I invited my cousins only, because I knew that they were the only ones who would take care of me other than my parents. If I wanted to be criticized about how much of a screw up I am, I could read my old journals. I don't want anything from you, you're not invited, stop badgering my parents.

Love,
Me