Thoughts on Smoking.

Smoking: A simple way to simultaneously ruin your health, eliminate your sex appeal, empty your wallet and support huge corporations that don't give a damn about well-being.


Some find this true. Others really just don't care. Here's my opinion.

1. Smoking will ruin your health, and eventually take your life. Smoking took the life of my grandmother. I called her Grand-Nan. loved her to death. I believe she started smoking when she was in her teens, and she died when she was in her 60s. It was hard to see her suffer from the many side effects. Even though she was only in her 60s, she looked to be about 94.

2. Smoking apparently eliminates your sex appeal. I find this false, but that's purely my opinion. Many find this very true, and smoking will turn them off immediately. Call me crazy but smoking is so damn sexy. But if your skin is turning yellow, that's just disgusting.

3. Smoking will empty your wallet. Yeah, how much are smokes? like $4 something a pack... sometimes cheaper, sometimes more. anywhooo... eventually your money will be gone if you're spending $4 a day... that's approximately 28 bucks a week! Sheesh... imagine what you could be spending your cashish.

4. Yeah, those big corporations just don't give a damn. They're making money, and that's all that matters tho them.


5. Smoking Hookah is fun. Amen.

6. Smoking Ganja... uh... some people need to lay off.... makes them crazy.


haha.


-M

thoughts on men.

What is it these days with people trying to hook people up?

I just go to a friends house, wanting to hang out... just hang out...


and the next thing i know,
my friend is telling me how cute this guy is


and that i should be very interested

because most girls immediately like him...


weird.



i kinda just wish that i could be left alone..
im not sure what i'm looking for at the moment



well i know for sure who i do like

and what i want in my man

i just know


:)


and i will find him


but this single life is somewhat fun
for now.
we'll see, we'll see, we'll see.



here, i'll simply post what i'm attracted to and what i'm looking for in my man:
(no particular order--just as they pop into my head)
1. dark hair, dark skin
2. facial hair
3. some tattoos
4. goal orientated... definitely has to be going somewhere in this life.
5. loves loves LOVES to travel.
6. couple inches taller than me
7. hates drugs, but loves alcohol
8. smoking turns me on. (don't ask)
9. well educated, and artistic
10. loves good music. no techno crap please.
11. respectful, caring, kind
12. exotic, foreign
13. likes coffee, and good food!
14. non-religious
15. good morals.
16. wants children, someday.
17. somewhat of a mac nerd, but doesn't obsess over it.
18. can cook
19. athletic, but not a cocky jocky.
20. not overly outgoing, but definitely not shy.
21. likes the beatles, dave matthews, the shins
22. treat me like a princess.
23. doesn't want to work in an office, and wake up for the morning commute every morning for the rest of his life.
24. has hobbies
25. will not follow me everywhere, and give me space
26. will listen when i need him too
27. just accept me for who i am and not try to change me
28. dark eyes
29. loves live music, and just chillin
30. isn't really into the clubbing scene, but loves to dance

Beginning to a Poem--Left Unfinished.

Fiery July afternoon,
Verde blades of grass gleam sharp in the sun,
The cement appears as liquid,
And brainwashed, Christian niños chant in the background.

The muchacha hermosa moseys outside,
takes of deep breathe of fresh air,
hops on her Nevada Fuji,
and heads towards her painting studio.

Past the brainwashed niños,
down the blackened pavement,
turns a sharp esquina,
she comes to a complete halt and parks her Fuji.

Dear Elliott Smith:

Him

He enters my room and the eyes on my dolls shut, stuffed animals bear witness with glazed eyes.
That can't shed tears.
With his every footstep I watch the footprint permantely imprinted in the tuffs of my carpet.
He stains it gray.
Somewhere in the background, I hear running water and wish it would wash over me,
Like thousands of hands calming me, streaming over me with my mother's angelic smile.
But instead of her laughing, joyous face, I can see only his leering grin towering over me,
Like trying to coax a fox into a trap.
But I have tricked him, my _______,
And I leave, dissipate into the air.
He finally leaves after eternity has ended but I remain paralyzed on the floor.
My stuffed animals' eyes are frozen open in shock....



-M

5 randoms.

1) Everybody should look into this whole situation in Darfur. It's just fucked up, but thank God SOMEBODY finally suspected the lame-ass president, and he has been arrested for all the genocide. :)


finally a step in the right direction.
2) Listen to the song "Blame it on the Tetons" by Modest Mouse... It's even posted on this blog in my playlist.

Blame it on the Tetons. Yeah, I need a scapegoat now.
No my dog won't bite you, though it had the right to.
You oughta give her credit cuz she knows I would've let it happen.

Blame it on the weekends. God I need a cola now.
Oh we mumble loudly, wear our shame so proudly.
Wore our blank expressions, trying to look interesting.
Blame it all on me cuz God I need a cold one now.

All them eager actors gladly taking credit
for the lines created by the people tucked away from sight
is just a window from the room we're bound to.
If you find a way out, oh would you just let me know how?
Would you just let me know how?

Blame it on the web but the spider's your problem now.
Language is for liquid that we're all dissolved in.
Great for solving problems, after it creates a problem.
Blame it on the Tetons. God, I need a scapegoat now.

Everyone's a building burning
with no one to put the fire out.
Standing at the window looking out,
waiting for time to burn us down.
Everyone's an ocean drowning
with no one really to show how.
They might get a little better air
if they turned themselves into a cloud.

3) George Harrison was gorgeous. Thankfully, he has a son, mmmm :)

4) There are so many places in this world that have not yet been seen, visited, or discovered. Why do we choose to live our lives in one place? Just one city? Just one Country? Think about where you could be right now, what you could be doing. Why are you where you are? Why am I here?

5) The Rainbow Gathering. Amen. Mak Daddy, Arevik, and I were all hippies for a good 14 hours (we couldn't survive any longer). Damn Hippies. I wish I could live that carefree lifestyle and totally disengage myself from the media-ruled, office-working society.
PEACE!

become international?

Going to school is a dominantly Mormon town definitely has its downs. But, during the summer, it is hella fun... All the Mormons go home. This summer I found myself living in the dorms on campus and taking a few classes. The day I moved into my dorm, culture shock had definitely set in. I seemed as if I was the only white American girl in the building. Everyone across the hall was Asian, there were some Persians down the hall and a lot of Dominicans living upstairs. Feeling much like the minority (for once) I locked myself in my room for the first month of the summer. It wasn't until about 5 weeks ago I decided to get to know the people I live with. I'm not gonna lie, I love not having white Americans around me. Everybody here for the summer is so rich in culture and accepting of everybody. I constantly find myself learning new things about the world, about life, and about myself daily. My best friend, Arevik, is from Armenia. She is so bad ass. I've also got some great guy friends, Moji, Reza, and Mak Daddy, who are Persian. And one of the most hilarious people I know, Jun Hee Han, is from Korea. I have no idea how I ever lived without this kid in my life! These people have made my summer hella tight and the party never ever ends in da summa time. I love how everybody is accepting in the summer time.