So, Brian keeps telling me to update my blog. This one’s for you, honey.
I’m back in the frozen wasteland. Aka Kemmerer, WY. My Cat is going to be the death of me. I work at Taco Time with forty year olds that act like 12 year olds and 20 year olds that act like 30 year olds. Teenage acne has finally struck me.
And yet… I am completely, blissfully… content.
There is someone to blame for this. :]
Update on my life… Weird. February 8, 2009
She’s from Riverside!! November 15, 2008
1 – I love the OC
2 – I love my HannahLove… so we gonna go to her casa. :] It’ll be fun. We’re having an 80s Metal BBQ. Haha.
3 – I am purposely not starting my paper for New Testament before I go to my Grandparents… mostly because I know I’ll need an excuse to be alone. :/ Haha.
That’s all folks.
Keep your coins, I want change. November 14, 2008
Okay… so this election…
There was record turnout from the young – twentysomething/college age – voting population.
Who won?
The guy whose entire campaign was based on change.
Is there a correlation?
Listening to the twentysomething/college age individuals around me… I would have to say yes there is.
Young America is sick of all the same crap… we’re ready for some change for the better.
Two more things:
1 – Mahatma Ghandi said “You must be the change you wish to see in the world.” Keep that in mind.
2 – The hopes and dreams of our generation are on Barack Obama’s shoulders… lets hope he’s up to it.
The rest of my life. November 12, 2008
Okay… so on the menu today we have:
My dream
Changing my major
Taking a break from school
Missions Trips
Making my dream a reality
My dream: To start an NPO for victims of human traifficking. It will be a two step program wih two purposes. First of all get people out of sexual slavery, and then meet their needs in regards to the hierarchy of needs: First their physiological needs must be met. That’s obvious: Food, Shelter, Clothing, etc. Then their safety needs. A secure compound including a school, a dormitory, and office buildings for the main offices and therapists; this will involve guards, fences, the whole spiel, and people they can feel safe with. A mentor will be assigned to each person that comes into our organization, this person will be a friend and have almost a parent-like role for the victim. A stable figure they can rely on and feel safe with. Which leads into the next step of the heirarchy, belongingness and love: Not only will they have a relationship with their mentor, but they will be assigned core groups. This is a same-gendered group with which they can have fun in planned activites, make lasting friendships, and ‘belong’. Their core group leader will also be a stable adult-figure they can trust. Then their esteem needs must be met. They must feel their own personal self-worth. They will be able to attend school, but this won’t be any school, it will be an arts school. There is substantial evidence to prove that the arts can be an extremely beneficial form of self-expression and release for victims of trauma. They will be trained in music, drawing, film, pottery, graphic design, and theatre arts, along with their usual subjects. Their instructors will be uplifting, and inspire a passion and love for learning in their students, they will encourage them in all their interests. This is one way they will be able to achieve esteem. Older students will be able to work in a coffee shop/bookstore and a thrift store, which will not only be a way to raise funds to make the mission more self supporting, it will also help the students to find validity in themselves and their ability to make money to support themselves. It will give them job experience. They will be taught basic fiscal skills through their wages as well, and encouraged to save much of their earnings.
The final stage of the hierarchy, self actualization, is up to the student their self.
Younger students will be adopted by families that have been trained on what to expect and how to deal with a child who has been through so much trauma. Families will be carefully screened and often the same-gendered parent will be assigned as the mentor from the beginning.
Older students will be highly encouraged to attend college. They will also receive help from the organization like a parent would give to their child as they make their way into the world. Help getting their first apartment, paying for college, getting a car and liscence, etc.
The role of the mentor is a life-time commitment. The mentor will be there for the student in a very personal way their entire life. The mentor, and possibly the mentor’s family, will become the family and support system the student is lacking.
Also, I think it should be noted that throughout this entire process extensive therapy will be ongoing and possibly provided after the student is discharged. Victims of human trafficking often show the signs of post-traumatic stress syndrome, and these problems will be dealt with on a case-by-case basis by a team of therapists.
Changing my major: I look at all this and realize… a theatre major is not gonna help me with this. I want to change to a business major with a minor in sociology and religon. Take some classes on grant writing. It’s a serious switch… but hey. I’m really scared I’ll have to take lots of math classes, though. Haha.
Taking a break from school: THen I realize… I hate college. I’m over school. I want to be done with it, and get on with what God wants me to do… but I need to get an education, or people won’t give me money… but I hate school. So… a gap year. I need to work and make some money, anyways… because a college education is expensive, and I do not want debt. So… how do I legitimize a gap year?
Missions Trips: I need to get experience anyway, right? And I REALLY want to go to India and work with victims there. I work one semester, save up some cash, and the next? India. SO bomb.
Making my dream a reality: Everything is just… coming together. It’s amazing how God works. If I can give anyone one piece of advice it’d be, ‘Seek God in everything.’
It’s the only thing I know for sure.
Family. November 9, 2008
Ayiyiyiyiyi. I love my friends. I’m am so blessed. I have so many amazing friends in my life, I don’t know what I would do without them, and I miss the ones in Wyoming sososo much and I can’t wait to bring some insanity to G-Town with them over break. And I love my roommates and Jerica and Asia and Mycah and Des and all my awesome friends I have here and am living life with here. :]
The craziness? I don’t really miss my family. I miss my little brohas… because they are growing up sooo fast and I’m missing it… but not so much like, the rest of my family, or my extended family or anything. I feel bad that I feel that way. I really do… but I don’t miss them. I can’t feel what I don’t feel, ya know?
[I bought the brothers a tool set and a kitchen set today... they'll love them.:]]
So, being that I am me… I try to figure out why… and I don’t know, ya know? The best I can figure is that I prepared myself so much to miss my family, so, I was prepared for that, but I wasn’t prepared to miss my friends… but that’s not it… I don’t really remember about the rest of my friends, but I was soo prepared to miss Erica, justlike I ws my family, so, no, that theory is totally debunked.
Which brings it down to love, do I not love my family? I don’t know.
It scares me.
Obama ‘08. November 5, 2008
I’m pleased with you America.
I am not pleased with Wyoming, because they made it impossible for me to vote.
Had I a vote to cast, however, Obama would have had it.
Change is good. Change is needed.
Another four years of Bush (as liberal and conservative analysts predicted McCain would be… except on steroids) may not work… seeing as these last four years have done so much for us.
I’m happy, despite how my parents may feel, despite how the student body of this school may feel… I think this may be a good thing.
And to all the people who are like ‘Oh no! Obama is president! America is going to suck! We can only trust God!’
Who the crap cares who the president is? God’s still in control. If God didn’t want Obama to win, I can guarantee you he wouldn’t have. And quite honestly, did it really take Obama getting elected for you to trust God?
Yeah.
He can’t screw America up anymore than it already is, anyway.
Brainchild of Boredom. November 3, 2008
That would make a good band name.
Anyway.
I love this blog. I can talk all I want… and no one cares. I don’t have to mean one bit of what I say… even though I usually do.
I miss my friends. I want to act like I don’t have a care in the world. I’m glad at this growing up business. I wouldn’t go back, not now that I’ve tasted a tiny bit of adulthood. It’s still hard, though, being a grownup… of sorts. You can’t be a grownup in college… not in the dorms, at least.
I think that I miss working, though. Isn’t that weird? I think I might be a workaholic. Haha. Or maybe… I just value the trait of hard work and seek validity of myself as a good person through that. I don’t know. I do need money… so a job would be useful.
Forty-three days until I go home. It’s not that I hate it here. I’ll probably be more than ready to come back within a week… but I miss everything. Home… except I don’t actually have a home in Wyoming, at least not over christmas break, I will over summer break, but not this time around. I’ll probably just be sleeping at my grandparents house, working, and hanging out with my friends at their houses… then driving over to Kemmerer to sleep on my parents’ couch, then driving back… because that isn’t my home. That’s where my family lives… but it’s not where my heart is. I don’t even have a bed or a room or anything there. That place has nothing for me. Ugh. It’s all very confusing to me and that’s the best I can work it out for myself these days.
I just need God, my friends, and music…
Speaking of which… I discovered Dustin Kensrue and Tantric this weekend. Good shizz.
“I’m being myself, who are you?” – Down and Out, Tantric
Johnny and June October 27, 2008
Oh there’s something ’bout a man in black,
Makes me want to buy a cadillac,
Throw the top back,
And roll down to Jackson town,
I wanna be there on the stage with you,
You and I could be the next rage to,
Hear the crowd roar,
Make ‘em want more,
I’ll kick the footlights out,
I wanna love like Johnny and June,
Rings of fire burnin’ with you.
I wanna walk the line, walk the line
‘Till the end of time,
I wanna love, love ya that much,
Cash it all in,
Give it all up,
When you’re gone, I wanna go too,
Like Johnny and June,
I wanna hold you baby right or wrong,
Build a world around a country song,
Pray a sweet prayer,
Follow you there,
Down in history,
Heidi Newfield read my mind.
I want someone that I can’t imagine my life without. There’s so many awesome people in my life, especially right now… but I could live without about 95% of them… I want to add someone to that 5%.
Someone that loves and encourages me in all of my dreams.
Someone that wants to never leave my side.
Someone that I feel the same way about.
Someone that makes me a better person.
Someone that makes me love God more.
Granted, I don’t want a love story exactly like Johnny Cash and June Carter… I’d like to avoid the drugs and divorces and all that… but she… she loved him. And he loved her. And they complimented and completed each other, I want someone who completes me, that fills in all the cracks my imperfections leave. And matches the qualities I need matched. :]
