I texted my friend the other day regarding what I've been thinking about giving up for 40 Days and then I paused, when she was confused. No, not because I had 'offended' her, but because she had never heard of this before. Even though we both have the same beliefs.
I also talked with one of my roommates about cults when it comes to religion. Very interesting topics came to mind. There were no arguments. We fed off each other and we're very open minded about many topics. You name it, we've talked about it, or someday we will get there if it comes to the table.
Each religion has it's own ideas as to what's 'right' and what they want their people to do to stay true and not 'wander.'
I, for one, don't have a label. I have my beliefs, that's my story, which is still being written and I continue to plan on turning the pages and allowing the blanks to fill when the time is right.
Then again, for some, the next 40 days, in a sense, is like another chance to fix what you've done to break your New Years Resolution.
Why give something up though? This is what Catholics do after all.
Why not add something to your life for the next 40 days and do something good for the next door neighbor, surprise your best friend by picking up the insane tab for dinner, find an hour of you time, send out those 'Thinking Of You' cards, make plans for another vacation just to get away and focus on life. Plan a weekly family get-together dinner or find something fun to do as a family every week. The first quarter of the year is almost gone, already.
Perhaps you've just gotten engaged, or have only been married for 6 months, perhaps your newest relationship is going really well and you want to do something to let them know what's really going on in your head.
The options are endless. Add something good to your life, don't delete, no matter who you are or what you believe.
Today, instead of going for my Diet Coke, I grabbed a Yoplait Original 99 percent fat free Strawberry Cheesecake. It was just as satifying and refreshing as a Diet Coke, but healthier for me.
Tonight, I'm going to get one of my professors off my back -he's virtually yelled at me, which is a first from all the class I've taken at MN State University, Mankato- and turn in a revised assignment that I could have turned in two weeks ago [I have until May 1], but I have 4 other classes to concentrate on. Plus for that specific class, I had studied 15 hours or so for the test and had another assignment to turn in, plus I have another assignment due before next Friday and other homework to get turned in. Oh! And I have another huge huge test coming up at the end of March.
I wish . . . I wish . . . ahhhh, I'll keep that statement to myself.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
My background
I have had patience, for quite a while and I’ve learned the hard way when it comes to work and paying the bills.
My background, which I’m not keeping brief, because I feel a proper introduction will give you a real taste as to who I am.
My first “dream” job was not working as a public lifeguard, but I have come to find this is/was my favorite job. If I would have stuck with it, I could have made a career out of it, perhaps moved to California and gone through more testing as well as training and then eventually, moved my way to a major university for an actual degree, but I had to leave Lakeville for college in Rochester. There was no other way for me. So! Here I go.
As a public beach lifeguard, being outside, being in the water, my feet in the sand, knowing first aid, being CPR certified and working with a team of 25 people, it was purely awesome. My boss was one of my sisters good friends from high school who now lives in Denver with her husband and we keep in touch through Facebook. As a team, we worked together, yet completely independently and yes, we grumbled when you could smell rain and then more or less when it poured, but now that I think about it, who really wants to work in rain? There’s a reason I’m not going into construction management.
I’m not a person who enjoys standing in the rain and being poured on, unless I’m on an adventure climbing through rocks and trees with a group of people I may or may not know. Or perhaps I'm puddle jumping with a friend at 2 a.m. This has happened before.
Communication is essential, especially in sticky times when people are getting frustrated. Talk the situation out and you’ll come to an ending most can be happy with. It’s like voting: even if you think the system is not fair, don’t complain if you didn’t take the time to vote. That’s four years of your life, in comparison to ten minutes to an hour of your time standing in line.
My next job position took me to Kwik Trip Inc. and I was hired May 28, 2004. I worked there for just under four years and I put in my two weeks when I least expected it. I grew and matured quite a bit while working for this company. I began in Rochester and worked at store #418 [right off Hwy. 14 and Cty. 22] for 3 years, Joe Storts if you ever run into the guy, he still works for this company after 25+ years . . . and counting. Mind you, he began working for this company when he was 17. Anyway, I was given a few pay raises, one very decent pay-raise because I left the company for a short period, just under three months to go work on Mt. Rainier National Park. I asked for my job back, before I left and my boss said “it’s yours.”
Then, I graduated from Rochester Community and Technical College in May 2007 and transferred to my next Kwik Trip in Lakeville. After the summer of 2007 was over, I moved to Mankato to start AND finish my bachelors of science. I’d love to be bilingual and this is the only thing I would have done differently with my education. Anyway, I transferred to a Mankato Kwik Trip.
First off, I didn’t want to move to Mankato, because of rumors I had heard.
Today, I don’t believe everything I hear.
Before moving to Mankato, I found a place to live, moved in –everyone was friends, great group of people, except for one of the guys [I can fill you in on the personality if you’d like], I had yet to get in my program, was in a new town -physically had been to Mankato three times, my days were mixed up, yet I managed to always make it to class and I had only one problem; the Mankato store had to call me every time I worked because I wasn’t showing up. Never in my life have I ever been this late to work so many times. In fact, last year, I was late to work twice and only by five to seven minutes, but I called and let management know what was going on.
Something wasn’t working and I don’t know what wasn’t working with this Mankato store.
Oh, I had also yet to take the diagnostic test which I had been studying for, for an entire summer. I had a lot on my mind, but still, no excuse to being late.
I transferred back to the Lakeville store around November, but my boss never scheduled me, however the team knew my situation and number, so people called when they needed a shift covered. Perfect. I was also able to work plenty of hours during Christmas Break because people quite simply did not want to work.
Well, I moved back down to Mankato after Christmas Break and my boss didn't schedule me at all . . . again. We talked on the phone and agreed that it 'wasn't working’ for me, so I put in my two weeks over the phone because my boss didn’t have any hours 'available' for me. Well, he actually chose to not have any hours for me. It wasn't that he didn't like me, he, I believe, was too lazy to let something happen. This was the dumbest thing I could have done while in Mankato; putting in my two weeks with a company who had great benefits for anyone who works for the company and now I’m jobless in a town which thrives off of college students and now had to find another job. I thought it would be easy.
I had yet to figure out that 'easy' really means 'right place, right time.'
I then proceeded to get a job at Olive Garden, as a host. I had the same attitude as before when I was hired for Kwik Trip Inc., as when I was first hired for OG: I was excited and ready to be dedicated, once again, but not as dedicated as I was when I was first hired to work for Kwik Trip Inc. What I mean by this: I bought only my bread, milk, eggs at Kwik Trip.
Anywho. Needless to say: wow. This job isn’t easy.
First off, you may find an interest in either one of these articles I found on MSN's Web site. Be prepared for your jaw to drop. However, if you've never worked at a restaurant, be forewarned. You may not 'get' what they're saying.
The 8 Kinds of Restaurant Customers
http://cityguides.msn.com/citylife/cityarticle.aspx?cp-documentid=17057772
7 Kinds of Servers
http://cityguides.msn.com/citylife/cityarticle.aspx?cp-documentid=17058015
Anywho, once you get the hang of hosting, you can do it in your sleep. I had 46 tables to memorize, 40 servers to get to know –this doesn’t include dishwashers, bussers, production people or cooks, 4 managers to figure out, customers to prevent from pissing off -when they want their booth they want it and when they want their table, they mean it, know what sections open at what times and when to start closing them, a bar area which was first come first serve and the wait list? Well, if you do it correctly and the ‘right’ way, you won’t get yelled at and people won’t be asking you questions. On top of this, I had a speech to memorize which changed about every 14 weeks –so easy but if you ‘drop’ a table (don’t give the speech) the managers will find out. Oh! And the menu is to be opened and placed in the customer’s hands, not on the table unless you had a party of 8 or more. You're more 'efficient' this way.
On top of this, each server waits on only 3 tables at a time. Is it a party of nine or more? You should have two servers. If you have a crabby general manager and s/he finds out what you’ve done -broken the rules, pisses off a customer, you’ll be given the cold shoulder and scolded ‘behind’ doors, most likely in front of your co-workers. If you don’t keep track of who is getting how many tables, servers will politely bitch and whine either to your face, or you’ll catch them complaining to another co-worker, depending on how big the restaurant is. It is your entire fault if they were supposed to have been given 2 tables already, but all the customers want booths. You’ll also walk around everywhere like a maniac making sure your duties are getting completed –this also includes, sometimes, helping out with getting drinks ready for a table, but when you get to the head of the restaurant, you put that big smile on your face, build rapport and walk the next set of customers –hopefully- to the correct section and seat them in server “x’s” table. Why? Because they are next and they will approach you asking why they didn’t get seated. Once again, all of that with a big fat smile on your face, like everything is okay.
Most of the time, I guarantee, when it's dinner time or there's a waiting list or it appears busy, somebody somewhere, is in fact freaking out and making someone else feel like they've done horse sh*t and only care about twirling their hair. Translated: dumb as bricks because apparently, you don't 'get' it or you can't count.
I memorized all 46 tables in less than three weeks, but it took me roughly 1.5 months to nail everything. It also took me three months to learn all the names of servers.
Like I said, I was dedicated, but only to a point.
It’s been almost six years since I’ve graduated from high school. WHERE did the time go? I fell in ‘love’ with Kwik Trip Inc., when I moved to Rochester and I would move back there again. And, I’d move within five minutes of that store, in hopes that my job would be within a reasonable distance of that part of town.
It’s growing rapidly and my best friends live there. It’s home away from home.
Mankato, it’s a hate love relationship. Yes . . . hate love relationship. Well, I guess I can turn that around and say love hate relationship. I’m not a fan of this town. On the weekends, I study. I don’t go out. I’m sick of partying. I’m tired of that lifestyle. Quite frankly, I was never into it. I’ll do it when I come back home because in the cities, it’s different. But, not every weekend. I’m growing up and I will have bills to pay, really, really, soon.
I want to find a job, relatively soon as well. I would like to move back to somewhere in the cities, but find a place of my own. I’m also cool, as I said before, with moving back to Rochester. I’d also be up for moving west. Out east? I don’t know that area so well.
I also want to break free from a shadow that’s been cast over me, mentally and I want this shadow to leave me alone. Too personal to dive into any further here.
I’m a writer, a blogger, musician, care-giver, daughter, sister-in-law, friend, niece, God-daughter, student, co-worker and I’m doing what some people are doing who are my age -or should be doing- in my position: doing their best and just starting to learn what life is really about.
What else, folks? If you have any questions, feel free to ask.
My background, which I’m not keeping brief, because I feel a proper introduction will give you a real taste as to who I am.
My first “dream” job was not working as a public lifeguard, but I have come to find this is/was my favorite job. If I would have stuck with it, I could have made a career out of it, perhaps moved to California and gone through more testing as well as training and then eventually, moved my way to a major university for an actual degree, but I had to leave Lakeville for college in Rochester. There was no other way for me. So! Here I go.
As a public beach lifeguard, being outside, being in the water, my feet in the sand, knowing first aid, being CPR certified and working with a team of 25 people, it was purely awesome. My boss was one of my sisters good friends from high school who now lives in Denver with her husband and we keep in touch through Facebook. As a team, we worked together, yet completely independently and yes, we grumbled when you could smell rain and then more or less when it poured, but now that I think about it, who really wants to work in rain? There’s a reason I’m not going into construction management.
I’m not a person who enjoys standing in the rain and being poured on, unless I’m on an adventure climbing through rocks and trees with a group of people I may or may not know. Or perhaps I'm puddle jumping with a friend at 2 a.m. This has happened before.
Communication is essential, especially in sticky times when people are getting frustrated. Talk the situation out and you’ll come to an ending most can be happy with. It’s like voting: even if you think the system is not fair, don’t complain if you didn’t take the time to vote. That’s four years of your life, in comparison to ten minutes to an hour of your time standing in line.
My next job position took me to Kwik Trip Inc. and I was hired May 28, 2004. I worked there for just under four years and I put in my two weeks when I least expected it. I grew and matured quite a bit while working for this company. I began in Rochester and worked at store #418 [right off Hwy. 14 and Cty. 22] for 3 years, Joe Storts if you ever run into the guy, he still works for this company after 25+ years . . . and counting. Mind you, he began working for this company when he was 17. Anyway, I was given a few pay raises, one very decent pay-raise because I left the company for a short period, just under three months to go work on Mt. Rainier National Park. I asked for my job back, before I left and my boss said “it’s yours.”
Then, I graduated from Rochester Community and Technical College in May 2007 and transferred to my next Kwik Trip in Lakeville. After the summer of 2007 was over, I moved to Mankato to start AND finish my bachelors of science. I’d love to be bilingual and this is the only thing I would have done differently with my education. Anyway, I transferred to a Mankato Kwik Trip.
First off, I didn’t want to move to Mankato, because of rumors I had heard.
Today, I don’t believe everything I hear.
Before moving to Mankato, I found a place to live, moved in –everyone was friends, great group of people, except for one of the guys [I can fill you in on the personality if you’d like], I had yet to get in my program, was in a new town -physically had been to Mankato three times, my days were mixed up, yet I managed to always make it to class and I had only one problem; the Mankato store had to call me every time I worked because I wasn’t showing up. Never in my life have I ever been this late to work so many times. In fact, last year, I was late to work twice and only by five to seven minutes, but I called and let management know what was going on.
Something wasn’t working and I don’t know what wasn’t working with this Mankato store.
Oh, I had also yet to take the diagnostic test which I had been studying for, for an entire summer. I had a lot on my mind, but still, no excuse to being late.
I transferred back to the Lakeville store around November, but my boss never scheduled me, however the team knew my situation and number, so people called when they needed a shift covered. Perfect. I was also able to work plenty of hours during Christmas Break because people quite simply did not want to work.
Well, I moved back down to Mankato after Christmas Break and my boss didn't schedule me at all . . . again. We talked on the phone and agreed that it 'wasn't working’ for me, so I put in my two weeks over the phone because my boss didn’t have any hours 'available' for me. Well, he actually chose to not have any hours for me. It wasn't that he didn't like me, he, I believe, was too lazy to let something happen. This was the dumbest thing I could have done while in Mankato; putting in my two weeks with a company who had great benefits for anyone who works for the company and now I’m jobless in a town which thrives off of college students and now had to find another job. I thought it would be easy.
I had yet to figure out that 'easy' really means 'right place, right time.'
I then proceeded to get a job at Olive Garden, as a host. I had the same attitude as before when I was hired for Kwik Trip Inc., as when I was first hired for OG: I was excited and ready to be dedicated, once again, but not as dedicated as I was when I was first hired to work for Kwik Trip Inc. What I mean by this: I bought only my bread, milk, eggs at Kwik Trip.
Anywho. Needless to say: wow. This job isn’t easy.
First off, you may find an interest in either one of these articles I found on MSN's Web site. Be prepared for your jaw to drop. However, if you've never worked at a restaurant, be forewarned. You may not 'get' what they're saying.
The 8 Kinds of Restaurant Customers
http://cityguides.msn.com/citylife/cityarticle.aspx?cp-documentid=17057772
7 Kinds of Servers
http://cityguides.msn.com/citylife/cityarticle.aspx?cp-documentid=17058015
Anywho, once you get the hang of hosting, you can do it in your sleep. I had 46 tables to memorize, 40 servers to get to know –this doesn’t include dishwashers, bussers, production people or cooks, 4 managers to figure out, customers to prevent from pissing off -when they want their booth they want it and when they want their table, they mean it, know what sections open at what times and when to start closing them, a bar area which was first come first serve and the wait list? Well, if you do it correctly and the ‘right’ way, you won’t get yelled at and people won’t be asking you questions. On top of this, I had a speech to memorize which changed about every 14 weeks –so easy but if you ‘drop’ a table (don’t give the speech) the managers will find out. Oh! And the menu is to be opened and placed in the customer’s hands, not on the table unless you had a party of 8 or more. You're more 'efficient' this way.
On top of this, each server waits on only 3 tables at a time. Is it a party of nine or more? You should have two servers. If you have a crabby general manager and s/he finds out what you’ve done -broken the rules, pisses off a customer, you’ll be given the cold shoulder and scolded ‘behind’ doors, most likely in front of your co-workers. If you don’t keep track of who is getting how many tables, servers will politely bitch and whine either to your face, or you’ll catch them complaining to another co-worker, depending on how big the restaurant is. It is your entire fault if they were supposed to have been given 2 tables already, but all the customers want booths. You’ll also walk around everywhere like a maniac making sure your duties are getting completed –this also includes, sometimes, helping out with getting drinks ready for a table, but when you get to the head of the restaurant, you put that big smile on your face, build rapport and walk the next set of customers –hopefully- to the correct section and seat them in server “x’s” table. Why? Because they are next and they will approach you asking why they didn’t get seated. Once again, all of that with a big fat smile on your face, like everything is okay.
Most of the time, I guarantee, when it's dinner time or there's a waiting list or it appears busy, somebody somewhere, is in fact freaking out and making someone else feel like they've done horse sh*t and only care about twirling their hair. Translated: dumb as bricks because apparently, you don't 'get' it or you can't count.
I memorized all 46 tables in less than three weeks, but it took me roughly 1.5 months to nail everything. It also took me three months to learn all the names of servers.
Like I said, I was dedicated, but only to a point.
It’s been almost six years since I’ve graduated from high school. WHERE did the time go? I fell in ‘love’ with Kwik Trip Inc., when I moved to Rochester and I would move back there again. And, I’d move within five minutes of that store, in hopes that my job would be within a reasonable distance of that part of town.
It’s growing rapidly and my best friends live there. It’s home away from home.
Mankato, it’s a hate love relationship. Yes . . . hate love relationship. Well, I guess I can turn that around and say love hate relationship. I’m not a fan of this town. On the weekends, I study. I don’t go out. I’m sick of partying. I’m tired of that lifestyle. Quite frankly, I was never into it. I’ll do it when I come back home because in the cities, it’s different. But, not every weekend. I’m growing up and I will have bills to pay, really, really, soon.
I want to find a job, relatively soon as well. I would like to move back to somewhere in the cities, but find a place of my own. I’m also cool, as I said before, with moving back to Rochester. I’d also be up for moving west. Out east? I don’t know that area so well.
I also want to break free from a shadow that’s been cast over me, mentally and I want this shadow to leave me alone. Too personal to dive into any further here.
I’m a writer, a blogger, musician, care-giver, daughter, sister-in-law, friend, niece, God-daughter, student, co-worker and I’m doing what some people are doing who are my age -or should be doing- in my position: doing their best and just starting to learn what life is really about.
What else, folks? If you have any questions, feel free to ask.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
It's a harsh world out there . . .
Being the underdog is absolutely no fun. But I suppose there are worse things happening in the world.
I don't have the world or someone walking three feet in front of me, shoving a foot long telephoto lense in my face trying to catch a snap of my face, only to make some money off of the shot and then making up some story about my current life and what I'm feeling or doing. They don't watch my every move, trying to find a way to blame for me disappointing fans or people who look up to me either. I have no idea what that lifestyle is like, though someday, yes someday, I may come to find out what that is like.
Inquire if you must.
For example, Michael Phelps. Many people are asking, "what was he thinking??" If you have been living under a rock, or maybe you've been consumed by other media, then take a look at this article: http://msn.foxsports.com/other/story/9186634/USA-Swimming-suspends-Phelps-for-3-months?MSNHPHCP>1=39002
There are posts regarding Miley Cyrus, supposedly making fun of Asian's?
Took me a while to find the article, but I made it!
What MSN had to say first: http://tv.msn.com/tv/article.aspx?news=350628
Miley Cyrus defends herself: http://tv.msn.com/tv/article.aspx?news=351051
Oh wait, that's not all . . .
Apparently the TomKat crew is trying to make money off of their little girl, who I for one, find absolutely adorable: http://movies.msn.com/movies/article.aspx?news=350821&affid=100055
Unfortunately, for Suri, she didn't ask to born into the spotlight. But, she has a mother who continually lets her be snapped by these photographers.
What my question is? Is this healthy? Do celebrity parents realize that not everyone is born for the spotlight? I'm not sure.
My immediate thoughts? Leave the little ones alone.
We, America, are beyond obsessed with pointing out other people's flaws or mistakes, yet we all have our own. We are so concerned about who is seeing who, who is cheating on who, who supposedly made-out at club "X" with who, but they're supposedly seeing someone else and then we're wondering why a couple like Lilo and Sam are supposedly fighting. This list can go on and on and on.
We are obsessed with reading about people, we are consumed by drama, and I don't understand how people can even watch so-called reality shows like The Hills.
I quit watching The Hills because I cannot stand Spencer and Heidi, or the image they protray on this television show. I want to think they're different in person, though. I really do. The other reason I quit watching? Lo's character in this show, specifically how she treats Audrina is sickening. If you don't know who I'm talking about click on this link: http://www.mtv.com/ontv/dyn/the_hills/cast_member/cast_member.jhtml?personalityId=10266 and you'll get a better idea.
I, for some odd reason, very much enjoy watching The City and I'm captivated by Whitney.
Does anybody remember Dakota Fanning? If you don't, I'm speechless.
http://dakota-fanning.org/
My brain actually relaxes when I think of this young lady. Fanning's smart, has grown up to be a beautiful teenager and I can only imagine how stunning she will be when she is 20 years old. Also, Fannning is talented beyond words, and smart to live the way she does. I've never met her, but recently thought of her yesterday and went to her Web site.
It's very interesting how one can live in Los Angeles -as a well-known celebrity, have a few dozen credits to put on their resume, and their face doesn't appear everywhere. Not only this, there aren't stories out there to haunt them in their sleep. In other words, it's possible to live a very down-to-earth kind of lifestyle.
To tell you the truth, when "...Baby One More Time" came out, the world was stopped dead in its tracks because we had a 17-year-old girl in a mini-skirt and -possibly- an Oxford brand buttoned-up dress shirt on which revealed her torso.
You can't tell me that Ms. Britney Jean Spears didn't have it coming, but could have stopped the attention, if she really wantd to and still would have still been just as big of a star as she it today. For goodness sakes, Christina Aguilera did it.
Is Spears really down-to-earth, or did she asked for everything she's been handed?
Now, Phelps, Cyrus, Suri, Pratt and Spears.
One of you is a regular 23-year-old who loves what he does and did what plenty of other people in this world do, yet they also have people who look up to them as role-models. Unfortunately, you [Phelps] has a whole world watching you and you have sponsors who assume that they can suspend your contract almost immediately because it's the only thing we can do to make you feel punished. Americans are too engulfed in watching other people screw up and would like to point the blame at someone else. I guess I can fairly say, you did it to yourself. But what I really want to say? Oh. My. Gosh. It's a bong and our Troops are doing the same thing overseas. I'm not sure what's more important in the American mind: saving lives and defending American freedom or being a celebrity who breaks world-records.
Cyrus, you're within three years of Ms. Fanning, I do believe. You're beautiful, young, talented, already been compared to newly divorced Madonna while on a photo-shoot or making a video for your newest recorded single. How about you take your friends elsewhere on a private jet, or go somewhere else you won't be noticed.
No, actually, how about you just be a kid. My goodness. Did you forget a step?
Suri, pictures are worth a thousand words, but I don't know what you're feeling at all. Yet, when you cover your ears and hide your face, I hope this would be a strong indication that you are trying to show your parents a sign and maybe your parents aren't listening. It is totally possible. There are no perfect parents out there.
Pratt, I do not know you and honestly, sincerely, I don't want to know you.
Ms. Spears. You know nothing else, but fame. But I am thankful you have friends and family who will never leave your side, no matter how far you try and push them away. Fans come and go. I don't care how much money they've spent on you, how many hours they've devoted to promote you, or how many concerts your biggest fan has gone to. They don't know you. However, your friends and family; they are there to catch you and guide you with their love and support. You are lucky. Blessed. Fortunate. And another thing? I do believe you are a smart woman, mother and aunt who only wants the best for their own family. You have the world pushing you around, people you work with who hear you, but don't listen sometimes.
"Love me, hate me, but can't you see what I see? All of the boys and all of girls are beggin to if you seek Amy." - Britney Spears 'If U Seek Amy'
Also, life is short. And here's a great song by Bebo Norman:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hn6Hi6Jq0lM
"I know love goes around the world we know and we never see it coming back, but I can see it coming back for you." -Bebo Norman 'Britney'
I like to learn about people, celebrities and discover who we are individually.
Remember in the beginning how I said that being the underdog isn't so bad? Well, I do have my own life to live and I just escaped my own reality. It is a harsh world out there. Now, I must go back to where I left off before I began writing this: abstract papers and studying for tests.
That is my down-to-earth life of being a college student. And like celebrities, I have a stressful life, too. I just don't have stories being written about me and sponsorships being taken away.
I don't have the world or someone walking three feet in front of me, shoving a foot long telephoto lense in my face trying to catch a snap of my face, only to make some money off of the shot and then making up some story about my current life and what I'm feeling or doing. They don't watch my every move, trying to find a way to blame for me disappointing fans or people who look up to me either. I have no idea what that lifestyle is like, though someday, yes someday, I may come to find out what that is like.
Inquire if you must.
For example, Michael Phelps. Many people are asking, "what was he thinking??" If you have been living under a rock, or maybe you've been consumed by other media, then take a look at this article: http://msn.foxsports.com/other/story/9186634/USA-Swimming-suspends-Phelps-for-3-months?MSNHPHCP>1=39002
There are posts regarding Miley Cyrus, supposedly making fun of Asian's?
Took me a while to find the article, but I made it!
What MSN had to say first: http://tv.msn.com/tv/article.aspx?news=350628
Miley Cyrus defends herself: http://tv.msn.com/tv/article.aspx?news=351051
Oh wait, that's not all . . .
Apparently the TomKat crew is trying to make money off of their little girl, who I for one, find absolutely adorable: http://movies.msn.com/movies/article.aspx?news=350821&affid=100055
Unfortunately, for Suri, she didn't ask to born into the spotlight. But, she has a mother who continually lets her be snapped by these photographers.
What my question is? Is this healthy? Do celebrity parents realize that not everyone is born for the spotlight? I'm not sure.
My immediate thoughts? Leave the little ones alone.
We, America, are beyond obsessed with pointing out other people's flaws or mistakes, yet we all have our own. We are so concerned about who is seeing who, who is cheating on who, who supposedly made-out at club "X" with who, but they're supposedly seeing someone else and then we're wondering why a couple like Lilo and Sam are supposedly fighting. This list can go on and on and on.
We are obsessed with reading about people, we are consumed by drama, and I don't understand how people can even watch so-called reality shows like The Hills.
I quit watching The Hills because I cannot stand Spencer and Heidi, or the image they protray on this television show. I want to think they're different in person, though. I really do. The other reason I quit watching? Lo's character in this show, specifically how she treats Audrina is sickening. If you don't know who I'm talking about click on this link: http://www.mtv.com/ontv/dyn/the_hills/cast_member/cast_member.jhtml?personalityId=10266 and you'll get a better idea.
I, for some odd reason, very much enjoy watching The City and I'm captivated by Whitney.
Does anybody remember Dakota Fanning? If you don't, I'm speechless.
http://dakota-fanning.org/
My brain actually relaxes when I think of this young lady. Fanning's smart, has grown up to be a beautiful teenager and I can only imagine how stunning she will be when she is 20 years old. Also, Fannning is talented beyond words, and smart to live the way she does. I've never met her, but recently thought of her yesterday and went to her Web site.
It's very interesting how one can live in Los Angeles -as a well-known celebrity, have a few dozen credits to put on their resume, and their face doesn't appear everywhere. Not only this, there aren't stories out there to haunt them in their sleep. In other words, it's possible to live a very down-to-earth kind of lifestyle.
To tell you the truth, when "...Baby One More Time" came out, the world was stopped dead in its tracks because we had a 17-year-old girl in a mini-skirt and -possibly- an Oxford brand buttoned-up dress shirt on which revealed her torso.
You can't tell me that Ms. Britney Jean Spears didn't have it coming, but could have stopped the attention, if she really wantd to and still would have still been just as big of a star as she it today. For goodness sakes, Christina Aguilera did it.
Is Spears really down-to-earth, or did she asked for everything she's been handed?
Now, Phelps, Cyrus, Suri, Pratt and Spears.
One of you is a regular 23-year-old who loves what he does and did what plenty of other people in this world do, yet they also have people who look up to them as role-models. Unfortunately, you [Phelps] has a whole world watching you and you have sponsors who assume that they can suspend your contract almost immediately because it's the only thing we can do to make you feel punished. Americans are too engulfed in watching other people screw up and would like to point the blame at someone else. I guess I can fairly say, you did it to yourself. But what I really want to say? Oh. My. Gosh. It's a bong and our Troops are doing the same thing overseas. I'm not sure what's more important in the American mind: saving lives and defending American freedom or being a celebrity who breaks world-records.
Cyrus, you're within three years of Ms. Fanning, I do believe. You're beautiful, young, talented, already been compared to newly divorced Madonna while on a photo-shoot or making a video for your newest recorded single. How about you take your friends elsewhere on a private jet, or go somewhere else you won't be noticed.
No, actually, how about you just be a kid. My goodness. Did you forget a step?
Suri, pictures are worth a thousand words, but I don't know what you're feeling at all. Yet, when you cover your ears and hide your face, I hope this would be a strong indication that you are trying to show your parents a sign and maybe your parents aren't listening. It is totally possible. There are no perfect parents out there.
Pratt, I do not know you and honestly, sincerely, I don't want to know you.
Ms. Spears. You know nothing else, but fame. But I am thankful you have friends and family who will never leave your side, no matter how far you try and push them away. Fans come and go. I don't care how much money they've spent on you, how many hours they've devoted to promote you, or how many concerts your biggest fan has gone to. They don't know you. However, your friends and family; they are there to catch you and guide you with their love and support. You are lucky. Blessed. Fortunate. And another thing? I do believe you are a smart woman, mother and aunt who only wants the best for their own family. You have the world pushing you around, people you work with who hear you, but don't listen sometimes.
"Love me, hate me, but can't you see what I see? All of the boys and all of girls are beggin to if you seek Amy." - Britney Spears 'If U Seek Amy'
Also, life is short. And here's a great song by Bebo Norman:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hn6Hi6Jq0lM
"I know love goes around the world we know and we never see it coming back, but I can see it coming back for you." -Bebo Norman 'Britney'
I like to learn about people, celebrities and discover who we are individually.
Remember in the beginning how I said that being the underdog isn't so bad? Well, I do have my own life to live and I just escaped my own reality. It is a harsh world out there. Now, I must go back to where I left off before I began writing this: abstract papers and studying for tests.
That is my down-to-earth life of being a college student. And like celebrities, I have a stressful life, too. I just don't have stories being written about me and sponsorships being taken away.
Monday, February 2, 2009
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