| Monday, November 29, 2004 |
Why I am white trash
About a week ago my roommate and me need to move some furniture. We live on the second floor in a two bed room apartment in the ghetto of Oxnard, yep, the ghetto of Oxnard, bullet holes and everything. Andrea had some old mattress in the living room that she wanted to move down to the garage. Clue number one that we are white trash: the mattresses had been there since March. Clue number two we really didn't care they were there..... We moved the first mattress as normal people would do in trying to move mattresses: move one mattress at a time down the stairs to the garage. But it got to the second mattress that we thought: Why not just drop it over the railing onto the ground? That was a great idea. We took all the mattress one by one and chucked them over the railing and onto the ground. Boards and all! The boards made a little dent in the grass but other than that no fatalities!! The key clue to why we are white trash is we thought "What else could we throw off the second floor?" The funny thing is that nobody cared that we were throwing stuff off the second floor. I live in the ghetto and am proud of it!!!
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cynthia
Time:3:39 PM
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| Monday, November 22, 2004 |
Touch
The issue of touch has been running through my mind for a little while. Last night my pastor Greg brought up the issue of touch and how touch can be good and used for bad. We as people long for the touch of love, the touch of acceptance and the touch of comfort. I have experienced the touch of uncomfortable recently and have questioned myself of why I feel this. This touch wasn't a necessarily considered negative. It was a hug, I am not usually offended by somebody hugging me but this person is a little different and just gives uncomfortable vibes when I hug him. I don't know if this is me being mean about the whole thing and not letting myself try and except this person or it is good for me to have these feelings of strangeness that would lead me to be protected. I have given may obvious signs that I don't wished to be hugged. I have completely darted the other way when this person tries to hug me and still he hunts me down to hug me. He does not get the fact that I don't want to hug him. But is this attitude the one I should bear? Should I still give this person hugs even though it is uncomfortable for me to should God's love? I also don't know if I should boldly go out and say "I don't want anymore hugs from you!" This sounds completely ungod-like. The questions I am now asking myself are "Is it ok to have these feelings of don't touch me!" or do I need to look beyond this and give this person love even though it makes me uncomfortable? I have hugged many people before, some who don't look desirable and some who don't smell too great, these have brought unease about the hug but never a real discomfort. I stand at a real confusion of this, I want to do what is God-like but I don't want to be uncomfortable about doing it.
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cynthia
Time:11:35 AM
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| Monday, November 01, 2004 |
Tattoo story part 2
After several minutes of talking with Chris, I decided to go. I then told my boss that I could get to my appointment if I left now. He said that was fine, although he had no idea what it was for. By that time it was 4pm, I did not think I could make my appointment on time, which was at 6pm. I was going to be going through l.a. traffic. I was surprised the traffic was not that bad and there was no rain to slow me down, but then I reached the I-5!! Oh man, that sucked ass!! I was making good timing and thought I could make it on time until I reached the 5. That was pain in the butt, I finally got off the freeway at about 6:25! I then called Sid and told him I was on my way. I thought I would easily find the place, but nope I drove around for about 10 minutes trying to find Ponderosa Street. I then finally called Nathan and told him I could not find the street and he then informed me it was across the street from a Denny's. Denny's!!! I found it, after over 2 1/2 hours of driving I found Sid's Tattoo Parlor! Yeah!!! I was really nervous about going in. But I drove all this way, I was not going to chicken out!! I get in there and Eric was there telling me, "it is about time". After a few minutes of Sid getting ready for me, I went to the chair. At this point I could still chicken out..... I then told Sid that I was big wuss when it came to needles and pain so beware, a few obscenities might come out of my mouth. He was real cool about it and told me that if I had any problems just to let him know. Sid then proceed to get the gun out and start, my leg shaking and I was just about to freak out. The gun touched my bare skin....When started penetrating my skin, I thought to myself, this isn't that bad. This doesn't hurt as much as I thought it would. I was freaking out about nothing. Every few minutes Sid would ask if I was doing okay and I told him everything was good, it wasn't that bad. After about 20 minutes, Sid was done. 20 minutes!!! All this way for 2o minutes, but this is going to be on my skin forever so it was worth it. I was now marked for life. This symbol would be there til the day I die. Was this worth it? Yes. Is this going to be worth all the crap I will get from my parents when they find out? Yes. Will this be my last one? NO! I will defentitly get another one. Will my pastor be proud? Yes, very.
Tattoos mean a lot to different people. Some think tattoos are wrong and you should never get one even if it will reach others. Others think tattoos are self-expression and are ok to have. Tattoos are there for life, one could look at tattoos being a non-verbal explantion of your life. Your tattoos say a lot about you and where you have been, you cann't change your past it will always be there. But you can live your life as a new person, one who learns from what you have done.
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cynthia
Time:1:20 PM
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