Monday, October 11, 2010

College, Smollege

So I've moved my raving opinion to something that most think is inevitable: college. Ew...
The American Dream used to be made of the white-picket fenced home
with the white collar husband who is happily wed to his housewife,
and the two offspring who will be nothing but a replica of themselves. 
"The American Dream" now consists of your whole family graduating from college and being some type of doctor or lawyer. That's all nice and motivating until you're 40 years old just getting out of grad school and still paying off thousands of loans and you've just figured out that you really don't like that career. So what do you do then?
I've always believed in doing what makes one happy and what one is passionate about. So oh well, if one's dream doesn't pay well. And who cares if what one really wants doesn't seem to agree with what one's family wants?
Honestly, can someone please explain to me the real need to go to college? I understand that if someone really does want to become a doctor or a lawyer or a teacher; then hey do what you must. But what if what you want to do with your life doesn't necessarily need the facetious "teachings" of professors? Too many parents and grandparents down the hopes and dreams of children when they want to be that next superstar. Being the next Tyra Banks, T.O, Picasso, Shakespeare, Hayley Willliams, or Lil' Wayne is far fetched, but why not go for it? I believe that if you have the determination and the will, you can be whatever you want to be as long as you have the potential. Now, I'm not saying that if you can't hit a C#, or sing in the right key that you should send your demo in thinking your Whitney Houston or something. But if you really believe and know that you're great at what you do then go for it. 
People who might refute my very liberal opinion, argue that you must stick to "reality". "What if you don't make it?" they say. I say flick them off and tell them to back off. (Just joking) But really, don't you think they should be supportive instead of negative? I agree that you should have a back-up plan. I mean don't be a bum sitting around doing nothing with your life but "trying to make it" and you've seen no progress. At least have a job or career, even if it's "blue collar", but never give up on your dreams. With their argument, I just don't understand the need to go to college just for a back-up plan. I mean how is working and stressing your life for something you don't even like rational? I believe that Happiness is more important than Money. Call me a hippie if you want. Getting that job isn't going to be worth it if you're going to be unhappy with that big paycheck. 
What if you don't make it or get the job you were searching for? You just wasted more than $200,000. Most people don't even work in the area that they majored in. This is the era of hard times. Graduates with masters in business are managers of McDonald's. So you've just wasted money getting to a position that you didn't even need to graduate from high school to attain. 
Getting a degree is that useless American Dream I was talking about earlier. People just want to have that name, that status, the ability to say they have a degree or their PHD or their masters. Ok, you have that. Now what are you going to do with that degree? Graduating from grad school doesn't guarantee you a spot in the money making careers. 
So yea, I know I've been a little long-winded. So I'm going to wrap this rant up. But seriously people, don't be close-minded about this. I know society has programmed us to think that we need to go to college to do something with our lives. Do you really need to pay a professor to tell you what the hell a book says? I mean, you do know how to read right? You can do all of that on your own.
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MaryJuwana

Hmmm......Marijuana, Weed, Joints, Grass, Cannabis, Mary Jane, Dope, Ganja, Pot, Dooby, or Green....whatever you want to call it, the epidemic of weed has taken over in this day and time. 

Marijuana is what's "it" now. "All of the cool kids are doing it." I can honestly say that maybe out of 10 people there will be 7 that have either tried or casually smoke weed. People have taken what can be used as a medical remedy and turned it into a addictive, illegal narcotic. While I am not here to argue about the why's and how's of marijuana not being legal; especially with alcohol having worse effects and it's legal; I am here to wonder, not argue, about the effects of this popular elixir. 
I'm not going to down marijuana, I am, as I promised I would, keeping an open mind to this topic. I'm not going to say marijuana is bad, bad, bad for you, but I'm also not going to say that just because it grows from the ground that it is an excusable hobby for you to pick up. Like I said earlier, there are far worst drugs that leave people scrambling for their jobs, family, and sanity. Though, I cannot help but notice that marijuana does have an effect on people. 
So I've finally gotten to the point. I am beyond curious as to what exactly in this well-known but mysterious drug has the ability to change people as much as it does. I am positive that I am not alone in this reverie. Every person I know who never smoked and picked up the habit has done a complete 360. I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. Those people who have a different group of friends now. Those people who can't focus or keep their attention on one single thing for a long period of time. Those people who dress and speak differently now. Those people whose eyes stay drooped and red. Those people who listen to a different type of music now. And those people who are steadily looking for their next moment to put that herb to their lips.
With all of that said, I know I have you wondering the same thing. So I will be (with the help of my boyfriend) doing my own little independent study and research on this topic. We will be reading books and articles. We will be interviewing people. We will be recording the actions of those who do this infectious hobby, etc. I have written this post to introduce my "mission". As I proceed with my research, I will update you on my actions and findings. 
'Til then.....
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Thursday, October 7, 2010

Project For The VirtuoSouls

  This is a little project I decided to do a while ago for my boyfriend's group. I wrote stanzas or whatever you want to call them, describing each of their personalities and rap styles. They liked them, so I hope you guys like them as well.

Jestering personalities in result of dissociative identity
His words complex and scintillating with borderline insanity
He's a lyrical Einstein
Bound to go over your head with metaphorical allusions
Your face's gone purple, why so serious?
He's the te quiero meat Johnny Quest
Giving you those costumed conscious illusions
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He's music's companion, I mean rhythm's co-mate
Accomplice to A Production Called J
His sonance instinctive
With semantics intellectual
Patterns and sonic influential
Just saying his timbre is effective
The feel of a hill reFugee fugitive
Not a D, nor Beatz of Swizz
He's not fancy
More like Yancey
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Censorship please
Because monsieur malevolent will not cease
He's a complete bliss, a face with two x's as eyes
Each stanza you cannot despise
For his prose goes beyond his alias
Esquire appeal is no longer confined, contracted, or limited
But released and permitted
So he leaves you with a f at a pound sign k
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Flo-tilla hotter than Dante's blaze
Hard to walk into this courier's everlasting flame
Harmony's cadet sending symphonic iambics
The best, flow favorable and to the greatest degree
I'm just saying he's optimal
Magnus, style broad, and decree extensive
I'm just saying he's maximus
He's the beginning of every good relevance
The prepared expression to the highest eminence
In other words, he's Prime
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Too tangible for mainstream
His authencity is too intrinsic for average commercial
The Alchemist, the Fly, the Inconceivable
No need to whisper your meaning
For he's going to give you his words with Samuel Jackson speaking
Well-rounded, giving you productions and karma that are looped, encircling
Incredible, relaxing, hitting indisputably like his herbal therapy
Why don't you practice this lyrical magician's remedy?
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Sunday, October 3, 2010

She Walks On....

She Walks On…
Glancing back over her shoulder
There they are
Disgruntled, yet smiling
Pausing, She takes the time to think
To Reminisce, to Wonder
Then…
She is confirmed
By the shakes of their heads
The folding of their arms
The disapproval on their faces
Shunned without the verbal declaration
So She Walks On…
Dreams, aspirations, goals She has
But brick after brick of
 Unsupportive misery She comes across
Her light maintains a flicker
They continue to send wisps of brutal air her way
But She still tries
She tries to lift her head
To smile at frowns
To live for Life
Her life
With a silent smirk on her face,
She turns around to look ahead
And She Persists to Walk On…..

They’ll See.



10/3/2010