Monday, January 13, 2014

Letter to my Future Husband

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NB: I wrote this in college as a Myspace blog (that dates it pretty much right there) but never published it. I just recently rediscovered it, tucked away in a folder. I figured it was interesting enough to post. Even as I changed as a person in the last few years, I was sure of what I wanted in a relationship and that still hasn’t changed.


My future husband,


I don’t know if you actually exist, pessimist though I maybe, it seems that the older I get, the more discouraged I am that I’m going to be able to find someone who can meet my expectations (not to mention tolerate living with me). Some people think that I hate men, which is very untrue. I give everyone a fair chance until they disappoint or hurt me and it seems that men always tend to do more quickly and more effectively than any female that I’ve met. When I think about it, I give men more than a fair chance, because under my jaded and cynical exterior, I long to be loved in return and find the security of being wrapped in someone’s arms.


But if you exist, I know that you’ll appreciate my honesty. I can never seem to be subtle enough for men, I can never correctly lead them on, make them engage in a chase, and fulfill that prehistoric urge to hunt and trap. If I like someone, they know it, if I’m upset, it shows. If you give to me, I’ll reciprocate. If you pull away from me, I’ll pull closer because I’m so scared of losing something so precious. I will be honest and loyal and dedicated, because I expect no less from you.


Despite all of my experiences I still find myself hopelessly wishing for the impossible; for someone who will truly love me, for someone who will appreciate me fully, someone who won’t try to change me or control me, someone who will laugh with me and comfort me when I cry. Someone who can see me at my worst and not run away. Above all, I wish for someone who will not disappoint me. Who will show up, who will not lie, who will stand by me when everything comes crashing to the ground.


I long for someone who will understand me. Not just a piece of me, or a section of my interests, but everything. And what they don’t understand, they appreciate instead of trying to change it or ignoring it. I am who I am, both the good and the bad. I will never ask anything from you that I am not prepared to give myself, and I will always say what I mean. So please, return the favor.


Love,


Star

Saturday, January 11, 2014

Being too happy

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this-is-sparta-mania-300-bipolarized-bipolar-memeYes, there actually comes a time when you can be too happy. This time comes when you are mentally ill and part of the illness is being far too happy. It sounds weird, but it’s totally true and a part of bipolar that isn’t well known.

It seems strange that a sign that you’re ill can be that you’re too happy. It might even seem strange to the sick person. Being happy is supposed to be a good thing. You’re supposed to be happy when things are going well and you have no cares and all that. But sometimes too much happiness is all down to brain chemistry and can lead to bigger problems if not taken care of.

There have been a few episodes where I’ve suffered from being entirely too happy. The first time I remember it happening, I hadn’t be diagnosed and I thought that this pure bliss was just a part of life and this was how things would always be and this was what I was supposed to feel like all of the time and so on, so forth. When I came down from the high, it occurred to me that normal people probably don’t experience those kinds of extremes.

Recently I had been having some symptoms of hypomania (a milder form of mania that people suffering with bipolar II usually get), and then I was driving back to Williamsburg and listening to CD in my car when the feelings of absolute joy and ecstasy started overtaking me. It got to the point where the interior of my car was so filled with delirious happiness that there wasn’t much room left for oxygen.

While being incredibly happy might not seem like much of a problem, the fact is that this form of hypomania can lead to bigger problems. When you feel this happy and have not a care in the world, reality can take a back seat. During hypomanic episodes people have been known to spend money excessively, experience hypersexuality and have unsafe sex, there are also other forms of danger and thrill seeking that appeal to people in this inflated state of mind. Having a grandiose view of yourself leads you to think that you can’t get hurt, when the truth is that you’re just as mortal as you ever were.

Personal relationships can also suffer. Part of hypomania is racing thoughts, talking too fast, and being generally flighty. Even the most rational and reliable people can suffer from major personality changes during an episode. But the most dangerous thing about bipolar episodes is that they don’t really get better on their own. They just get worse.

Behavior will become more extreme and more dangerous without treatment. Sometimes an episode will run its course and it will be over with. Other times a person experiencing a hypomanic episode will come down only to plunge into a depression. No matter what happens, episodes need to be carefully monitored so a small problem doesn’t turn into a big problem. Because big problems, when you have a mental illness, can be matters life and death.

For someone with a mental illness, constant behavior reflection is needed. Some people accuse the mentally ill of being self-obsessed, but the truth is that if you’re not paying attention to your moods and looking for potential problems, a minor issue can turn into a major one sometimes over night. Looking out for yourself is key when you’re bipolar. Other people might not notice your behavior changes until it’s entirely too late. You have to rely on yourself to know what is normal for you, what isn’t, and what is a sign of an oncoming episode.

Sometimes being too happy can be a bad thing. Everyone experiences all kinds of emotions in their lives, but when your brain chemistry isn’t wired correctly, simply being happy can turn into a real problem. As strange as it might seem, happiness is not always a sign of health and well being.

Random Thoughts Bravo

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iphone2pics 1727After parties are for extroverts. For an introvert, getting out and going to a party can be trying enough. But going to ANOTHER party after you’ve just been to one? Forget that. PJs and slippers are calling. You guys have fun.

Hello Kitty should run for president. I don’t care that she’s Japanese and she’s fictional and she’s a cat. Her belief in friendship, fun and understanding would do so much to benefit this country. Imagine having a politician that doesn’t believe in lying and deceiving and pocketing money in order to vote for things that benefit big businesses and not regular people. Hello Kitty would be an awesome president.

I once talked to a girl who thought that it was morally wrong to kill too many animals on the computer game, Oregon Trail. You can only carry so much meat with you, the rest you have to leave. So she would never shoot too many squirrels or buffalo in case she couldn’t take it with her and had to “waste” the meat. Meanwhile, I had fun playing the hunting part of the game and would regularly kill more animals than I could carry with me. Here I thought it was just a computer game and no actual animals were harmed. Little did I know.

I once had a dream that I was directing a movie. There apparently wasn’t a script, so I said I would start by scouting locations. I found a house and instructed the set people to make it a house that was entirely appointed with Hello Kitty. Hello Kitty decor, Hello Kitty appliances, Hello Kitty everything. Finally, the set people finished and I did a final walk through of the house. It was the most Amazing Hello Kitty house I had ever seen. At the end of the tour I took the house keys from them and assured them that they had done an excellent job. When the set people asked me what I wanted them to do next, I said nothing. I proceeded to live in the house and adopt kitty cats. This is why no one should ever give me a modicum of power. I would abuse the shit out of it in my quest to obtain Hello Kitty stuff.

I wrote this poem a while ago and can’t remember what it was about exactly:

It’s hard to live for applause when you’re standing in an empty room, in a deserted building, in an abandoned town

It’s difficult to keep yourself from unraveling when the thread was pulled so many years ago and so far no one has noticed the pile of loose yarn on the floor

It’s next to impossible to keep the thoughts from coming and the impulses from presenting such innocent ideas like vehicular homicide

I’ve been on a quest to review TV shows and movies aimed at little girls and judging by the quality of the material they are being inundated with, I’m amazed that any of them are well balanced enough to manage taking duck-faced selfies all the time.

Somedays I want to write things on the walls. Words, phrases, song lyrics, poems, quotes, etc. But far too many crazy people have done that in movies, so I probably shouldn’t.

Organic food is one of those things that just irk me. A lot of people eat it and love it and can keep it to themselves. But others, don’t just eat organic food, they want the whole fucking world to know how morally superior they are for eating it. They’re going to be so much healthier, so much more intuned with the planet, they’re going to save the world by eating their adorable veggies and they want everyone to know that we, the ground swilling plebs that we are, are not. If you think you’re that much better than everyone else because you paid more for a banana, come back down to earth. Seriously.

Tim wrote Waffles a poem:

Hey little Waffler short and stout;
You’re the doggy that’s half Kraut;
I wanna kiss your puppy snout;
For that I have no doubts;
My cute waffle the cuddle scout!

My Scene: Jammin’ in Jamaica: leave your brain at home

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Jammin_in_jamaica_back_coverIt’s time for another My Scene movie! This time it’s Jammin’ In Jamacia. All nine of the My Scene teenagers are headed off on a beach adventure. Are you bummed that you don’t own a copy of this amazing film? Well, lucky for you, there’s a free version that you can watch on YouTube! How awesome has your day just become?

This movie is actually the first in the series, but that doesn’t mean that the other movies follow anything that’s set up in this one. This film runs just under 45 minutes. Which sounds short, but it still manages to be twice as long as their next adventure, Masquerade Madness. Let’s see what trouble our beautiful teenage clones can get themselves into this time!

The film starts out at some kind of night club for teenagers where the boys, Ellis, River, Sutton, and Hudson, now know as, Urban Desire, are performing a song called “Spontaneous Combustion”. Don’t get tired of it in the opening scenes, you’ll be hearing this song again. And again. But don’t worry, it’s been cleaned up for the kiddies. Here are some of the lyrics:

I’m on my way but I don’t know
What to do or where to go
I’m so nervous, I feel sick
I hope I don’t come off like a jerk

I don’t want to be the one to say it, but “jerk” doesn’t rhyme with “sick”. Anyway, the girls, Madison, Barbie, Chelsea, Delancey, and Nolee, are at this club as well and waggle their hips a lot without any indication that they can hear the song that’s being played. It must be really fucking hard to animate characters dancing and make it look convincing, but come on.

At the end of the song, the girls rush on stage to congratulate the boys, and stay for the announcement that the Urban Desire has won the local Beat By Beat competition and will now be flown to Jamaica to compete in the finals. The prize for winning the finals includes a chance to record their first song with a real record company. Sounds awesome, right?

But why aren’t the girls the ones doing all of this? Why are the boys being the active ones in the band and the girls later get to refer to themselves as “groupies”? Regular Barbie has her own band. Why are the girls sitting on the sidelines? It seems strange that a movie, which is promotions for a doll line centered on the female characters, yet has 4 out of 5 of their female characters doing very little to drive the plot at the beginning of the movie. Madison is the band’s song writer, so she has a role in the band itself. But at the club she’s just dancing like a moron with the rest of the girls.

But moving on, Madison and Urban Desire jet off to Jamaica. Delancey also manages to get there as her family is conveniently renting a condo that just happens to be next to the hotel that the boys are staying at. Chelsea mentions the incredibly odds of this happening and the script writers try to brush it off with a math joke. Because Nolee, the Japanese-American character, is really good at math. Let’s not forget this.2815215925_b04cff0ca3

While the remaining three girls are sitting at The Dish, contemplating how much their lives suck, they all formulate the brilliant idea of raising the money and getting to Jamaica themselves. Because teenagers can raise enough money to fly to another country in less than a week. That’s how the world works.

But first, they have to convince their parents to let them go. The girls all make separate cases to the people who birthed them, who once again, are never heard or seen in the entire movie, just like in Masquerade Madness. They bring up awesome points like they got good grades and Delancey’s parents have agreed to share their condo, as Chelsea being Delancey’s cousin somehow makes extra bedrooms appear in the building, and they have found cheap airfare online, which, by my calculations must include about 5 connecting flights and 12 hour layovers to be that inexpensive.

And what do the parents say about all of this? Well, nothing. There’s no actual proof that any of them have parents. But the next scene is of the girls celebrating that they can go on the trip as long as they raise the money. So they set off to earn enough money for a vacation in less than a week with no job skills or experience.

So Nolee walks dogs while Barbie helps Chelsea sell some airbrushed jackets and bracelets that she designed. Of course, their business adventures are completely successful. While the lesson that hard work is rewarded is a great one, it’s not always true. But who needs realism when your arms and legs are entirely too long for your torso?

After the girls finish raising the money, the next scene is of the three of them in a purple convertible, driving down an open road in Jamaica. The first thing I wanted to know upon seeing this setup was, how did they rent a car? You have to be 25 years old to rent a car in Jamaica. So much for being young and free.

While it can easily be argued that this movie isn’t going for hard-hitting realism and nitty-gritty details, what it actually does is put unrealistic expectations into children’s heads. Not a lot of parents would probably be willing to let their teenagers go to another country completely unsupervised in the first place, but now the girls are driving a car that they couldn’t legally have rented.

Why work so hard to exclude all adults and parents? Why can’t they even be minor characters in the movies? None of them have names, voices, bodies, jobs, anything. The girls talk about their parents as if they’re real but the viewer never sees anything that suggests that they actually exist. In a weird alternative theory for these movies, one could easily propose the the girls are orphans all living in an orphanage and they keep up the delusion of having parents in order to keep themselves sane.

Anyway, Barbie gets a call from River and she tells him that she’s just “hanging out” and when he says that he’s going to a local restaurant, the Guava Gulch, with the rest of the cast, the girls decide to meet their friends there. Cue the happy reunion.

Unfortunately, there’s trouble right off the bat. Barbie asks River, who is her boyfriend, to show her around the area and River says that the band has to go meet with the competition’s director. Imagine that! They go to Jamaica for a purpose and they have to actually do things in order to achieve that purpose. Barbie is already not pleased. How dare her boyfriend have an interest or hobby that gets in the way of him being with her? What is this, the real world? He should have been prepared to drop everything when she showed up unexpectedly. Doesn’t he know how relationships work?

Madison smooths it over by saying that she’ll take the girls to the pool so they can get some sun while the band goes to meet the Beat to Beat director. Then Chelsea makes the comment that she’s so pale that she’s practically see-through. I don’t think she quite understands how transparency works. But whatever. You have to be tan in order to be pretty, so let’s go expose ourselves to harmful UV rays in order to be beautiful!

msjamminboysAs the girls leave, River calls Madison back to the table and tells her that he likes something new that she did with a song. Barbie stares at them with what I guess is supposed to be a suspicious look on her face. But seeing as her face maintains its complete expressionlessness most of the time, it’s hard to tell.

The girls then arrive at the Jamaican Palms hotel where the valet takes their car and Chelsea makes a weird attempt at flirting with him. Their conversation goes a little like this:

Chelsea: Um, I think I left my sweater in the car and it’s locked.
Valet: It’s 90 degrees out and it’s a convertible.
Chelsea: Oh right. (Nervous laugh.) What was I thinking? I gotta go. (Walking back to the girls, who are all giggling.) I am such a dork!

What the hell was the point of that? Was it supposed to be funny? Was it supposed to be tragic? Is that how the kids are flirting these days? Was it supposed to highlight Chelsea’s nervousness around boys? Was it supposed to say something about her character? Also, who the hell wrote that and why are they employed when I’m not?

But moving on from that bizarre interlude, the girls head out to the pool where Delancey and Nolee compare scars from what they claim are skateboarding injuries. Amazingly, when they point out where the scars are supposed to be on their bodies, there is nothing there. There is no indication on them that they or their doll counterparts that they have or had scars. But never mind because Chelsea is quick to tell them to just use scar cream and then distracts the girls to get back to what’s really important to teenage girls; gossip.

Chelsea asks Delancey what’s going on with her and Ellis. Ellis has been showing what can be construed as a mild interest in Delancey and, of course, this has to come to some kind of fruition. Otherwise their teenage girl drama quota wouldn’t be met. Delancey isn’t interested though. She tells her friends, “I’m kinda over the intimidated guy thing. I want someone who can step up and ask me out.” That’s not exactly a lot of dating criteria right there.

There’s no discussion about what she has in common with Ellis, what she likes about him, how compatible they are, what kind of chemistry they have, etc. He seems to like her, but all she wants him to do is ask her out. Meanwhile, on the other side of the pool, Madison is assuring Barbie that her boyfriend River was delighted to see her and is really happy that she’s here. Because that previous encounter has now made her completely insecure and now she’s pandering for any comfort that Madison can offer.

Cut to a beach scene with all of the characters assembled. Nolee and Delancey have some tame trash talking about who is the better skater. Since girls have to always been in competition with one another for everything and all. We can’t forget that. Nolee then ask Ellis who he thinks is the best skateboarder.

Trying to appease both of his friends, he finds himself in a difficult position. Chelsea then speaks up and says that he’s in a “jelly tot.” This is Cockney Rhyming Slang for “spot”. Which Sutton translate into, “trouble, mate,” in his terrible British accent. Are there no British voice actors in the world? Why hire someone to play a British person who not only isn’t British but also does a terrible English accent?

Moving on, Madison and Barbie are off on their own talking again. But then River comes over and Madison asks him how the meeting with the director went. River starts telling her about their placing in the line up and other things that actually matter and Barbie gets upset that all of the attention isn’t on her and walks off. The fact that she’s getting upset about her boyfriend doing what he was sent out to Jamaica to do never dawns on her.

Barbie goes to sit next to Chelsea who commiserates with her that not being the center of everyone’s world really blows. Chelsea reminds her that they’re in Jamaica and I think she’s about to add on that Barbie should just enjoy herself instead of being such a drama queen, but before she can, the guys point out Delancey and Nolee, who are surfing like pros in massive waves. Because it’s that easy to learn how to surf. Unlike things in real life that you actually have to work at.

The girls actually doing something active and athletic lasts a matter of seconds. Before that scene is even over, Barbie is distracted by Madison and River still talking about the band. Cut to a night time scene with Barbie asleep in bed. She hears a noise and goes over to her window to find River standing outside with one of those awful Vespas. He asks her to come with him and Barbie tells him not to move.

But the time she gets outside, she is fully dressed with her incredibly long hair braided and it’s already daylight out. How many hours it took her to get ready is never discussed. Anyway, River tells her that he wants to show her something and they head out on the Vespa. They end up at a beautiful waterfall where River takes out a picnic breakfast and sets out a spread that in no way could have fit into the basket that he brought.

Barbie gushes about how great River is and how much she appreciates him doing this. Then he pulls a guitar out of… er, guitarspace and tells her that he wrote a song about her. He tries to play it, but his guitar is horribly out of tune. Instead of just tuning the damn thing, Barbie wakes up and realizes that it had all been a nightmare! Hence, the bigger-on-the-inside picnic basket.

After getting up and going outside, Barbie finds the band practicing and the girls… standing around. River offers her breakfast and Barbie happily accepts, only to find that breakfast is a limp doughnut. She sunnies herself back up and asks what’s on the agenda for today.

River informs her that they’re still rehearsing so the girls can watch. Barbie seems to think that watching the rehearsal is the best idea ever. Then Sutton adds they’ll go on a tour of the island and go dancing at the Guava Gulch that evening. Then the band starts playing their song. While the girls gyrate in their patio chairs like they’re having seizures.

Thankfully, everyone seems to have survived their seizures and the next scene is a montage of the teenagers all riding Vespas going around the island. In between scenes of the teens on their bikes, they also surf, get fresh coconut milk and they find a boat that can take all nine of them waterskiing at the same time. The montage ends with them taking fun photos at the beach.

The story picks back up at a local bazar. Because what do girls do? They go shopping! Tiny girl brains can’t handle much else, really. Nice to know that doing some dog walking and selling homemade accessories sells well enough to afford a trip to Jamaica and spending money. Chelsea takes what Sutton describes as a tablecloth and wraps it around her like a sarong and becomes so super cute that Madison informs her that she has to buy it.

In another stall, Delancey locates a hat to try on and Ellis continues to be enamored by her. As soon as he walks away from Delancey, Chelsea and Nolee corner him and demand that he asks her out before someone else does. He moans “you guys!” at the intrusion into his dating life, but the girls are determined.

They order him to ask her out at the Guava Gulch and make him promise to do it. The fact that they have to force him to do the only thing that Delancey said she wanted in a boyfriend doesn’t seem to bother them. They have some kind of mutual attraction, therefore, they have to date. Right now.

Meanwhile, Sutton has a brief interlude with a beautiful Jamaican girl who convinces him to buy some of the necklaces that she’s selling. Sutton invites her to the Beat to Beat competition that night and ends with, “Be there or break my heart!” When one of the guys calls him a “cheesemeister” Sutton informs him, “It’s the accent. Works every time.” Which might be more convincing if the Canadian voice actor didn’t briefly slip into an Australian accent while saying it.JiJdmhc

The next scene is at the beach where Delancey challenges the rest of the girls to a volleyball game. Then it turns out that Nolee is not also a super competitive skateboarder, but she’s also a super competitive volleyball player. Delancey asks Nolee if she wants a “piece” of her and they have some more outdated banter before going to play some one-on-one volleyball. The girls are shown hitting the ball back and forth exactly once before the camera pans over to the rest of the group.

One of the guys announces that the previous year’s Beat to Beat winners are at the hotel sharing their expertise with the contestants and advises that they all go up and talk to them. River heads off and Barbie is quick to remind him that she’s alive and breathing and needs his undivided attention. River tells her that this is too  important to miss, then he invites Madison to accompany them and the five teens rush off back to the hotel.

The rest of the girls try to make this casual situation less awkward as if there was something that everyone should feel awkward about. Nolee asks if anyone wants ice cream. The camera pans to a wistful-looking Barbie who stares off in the direction that the band took off in, trying to figure out where her relationship went wrong.

The next scene opens with Delancey layering on mascara in the bathroom at the condo. Chelsea enters and says that River has been “ignoring” Barbie and asking her if River was “after anyone else” before the other girls got there. Delancey has no idea what she’s talking about, but doesn’t go as far to say that everyone is making up all of these problems in their heads. Instead, Delancey assures Chelsea that River only has eyes for Barbie.

Chelsea then exits the bathroom and goes into the bedroom where Nolee and Madison are seated. Nolee whispers to Chelsea to find out what Delancey said and they have a brief conversation in secret with Madison noticing all of the whispering. Chelsea exits and Madison demands to know what the pair were talking about. Nolee at first tells her nothing, then asks her about the dream she had about her and River. Then goes on to insinuate that something happened between River and Madison before the other girls arrived.

Madison immediately denies that she even likes River, stating that he’s like her brother. She’s appalled that her friends would even think that she had done anything with Barbie’s boyfriend. Nolee admits that the entire idea is stupid and assures Madison that Barbie doesn’t think that she’s trying to steal her boyfriend. Which isn’t true. Nolee distracts Madison by informing her that Ellis is going to ask Delancey out at the club that night. Which is stretching the truth a bit, as he was strong armed into it.

Cut to the club and more horrendous, jerky swaying, and hip wiggling. Ellis, Chelsea, Madison and Nolee are standing outside, just out of sight of Delancey, who is er… “dancing” on the dance floor. The girls try again to encourage Ellis to ask Delancey out, but he’s still too nervous or shy or terrified or whatever is holding him back in the first place. When he states that he’s a bad dancer and Delancey would laugh at him, Nolee tries to encourage him by saying, “Only behind your back. Girls never laugh at bad dancers to their faces.” Whatever that means. Ellis chickens out and refuses to approach Delancey.

Meanwhile, Barbie and River are dancing up a storm as he points out various people from the Beat to Beat contest. They exit the dance floor and go outside where Barbie tells him that nothing is wrong, then asks him if they’re “okay” and mentions that he’s been really distant. Distant. Almost as if he has something more pressing to deal with than just hanging out with friends and pandering to his girlfriend’s ever desire. The conversation ends prematurely as Delancey has somehow found a microphone and is introducing Sutton, the “master scratcher” from Urban Desire, to DJ the next song.

Just then, the valet that Chelsea had that horrific sweater exchange with shows up at the club. He harkens back to what a good time they had talking about Chelsea’s sweater and then they all decide to go dance. The group heads out back to the dance floor and start their people’s traditional dance for more drama. Meanwhile, River and Barbie are awkwardly gyrating together and River is being hailed from all kinds of people on the dance floor. He points out several of his competitors in the Beat to Beat contest, then Barbie gets upset that, once again, something else is taking attention away from her, and she asks if they can go talk.

Barbie and River head back in, with Barbie assuring him that they’re okay. Even though it’s pretty obvious that they’re not. As soon as the pair get back on the dance floor, Madison, the home wrecker, interrupts them to point out a man named Russell Bostik from Rustic Records, who is also one of the Beat to Beat judges. What a man old enough to be running a record label is doing dancing with a bunch of teenagers is never explained.

The next scene is later that night when the girls are in bed and Madison asks Nolee if she thinks that Barbie thinks that she’s doing something with River. Because why actually talk to Barbie when you can rely on your friends for second-hand information? Nolee assures Madison that Barbie doesn’t think that anything is going on between them and totally understands that Madison is just into the music and has that in common with River.

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Cut to Barbie lying in bed awake telling Chelsea her fears that River is into Madison, Madison is into River and her entire teenage world will come crashing down if her boyfriend leaves her. Chelsea assures Barbie that nothing is going on between the two and adds that Delancey will back her up. She calls out to Delancey, but she clearly doesn’t have time for all of this drama bullshit as she is fast asleep and snoring.

The next scene takes place the following day. Madison stops River and asks him if they’re more than friends. River says no, Madison says no, and any viewer is left wondering why either of them allowed Barbie’s paranoia and neediness to cause them to ask if either of them have feelings that they clearly never had. But we’re not done yet with this insane storyline.

Madison and River share their appreciation for each other’s musical talents and then hug. Barbie walks up just as they’re hugging and can only conclude that friends never hug and Madison is trying to steal her boyfriend. Because that’s totally not a overly dramatic conclusion to leap to. Barbie says, “No way… NO WAY!” like a tragic heroine and then runs off in tears. Madison and River call out to her, but it’s no good. She’s in her own little drama world right now.

The pair rush off to go find her and the next scene picks up at the tech rehearsal where the rest of the band has been waiting for River and Madison. But it’s too late. After showing up a half hour after their rehearsal was supposed to have started, the band has been disqualified. Madison whines that they have to be given another chance, but the band members insist that that’s not possible. They broke the rules and they’re out of the contest.

Always looking for the drama in the situation, the girls ask Madison why they were looking for Barbie and the entire story comes out about Barbie discovering her boyfriend and her best friend hugging and losing her shit and running off. Cut to a long montage of the love triangle characters looking miserable and moody. Barbie sits on the beach and deletes pictures of the three of them off of her phone, shedding a tear for each one. And there’s more Vespa riding. So much more Vespa riding.

Finally, Madison finds Barbie out on the beach being emo. Because running off on your own in a foreign country when you’re a teenager is apparently a good idea these days. Anyway, Madison tries to reason with Barbie about what really happened with River, but Barbie is determined that Madison did something wrong, even though she doesn’t really know what it is.

Eventually Madison confesses that she knew that Barbie was being weird with them and that River had been paying more attention to her than to his girlfriend, but that she pretended that she didn’t know. Madison relates that she had been excited about being there with the guys and having the time to focus on the music for a while. But when the girls turned up the focus became them and hanging out and she wanted to maintain the focus on the music. Something that seems pretty reasonable, given that the entire reason they were there was for the music.

But apparently getting upset about people focusing on the one thing they came to an entirely different country to focus on makes sense to Barbie and she grills Madison to see if she has any kind of attraction to River at all. Which Madison swears that she doesn’t. She has to reiterate that she thinks of River as her brother and tells Barbie that he’s, “massively in love with you.” Barbie hopefully looks at her and asks, “You think?”

Barbie then decides that she’s going to make it up to the band for being kicked out of the contest because River was busy trying to track her down. She asks Madison to forgive her for not trusting her and Madison as Barbie to forgive her for being selfish. Their friendship repaired, Barbie heads off to find a way to make it right to Urban Desire. It seems a little strange that Barbie feels responsible for getting them kicked out of the contest when the person who actually got them disqualified is River. But Barbie decides to take all of the blame and work something out.

In a very short scene, Barbie is seen waiting in some kind of lobby. Then Russell Bostik gets off of an elevator and she races to catch up with him. Cut to the other teens hanging out, moaning that everyone else is at the concert and they’re stuck without anyone else to socialize with. Then Barbie runs in and announces that the band is going to play a concert on the beach outside of Delancey’s condo as part of an unofficial Beat to Beat after party.

My_Scene_CharactersThe guys are confused as the contest has already started and they’re not going to accomplish anything by playing  a last minute concert and Barbie tells them that they came to play, so it doesn’t matter where they play. But they didn’t just come to play. They weren’t planning on busking outside of a restaurant. They came to perform in the contest and possibly win a chance to record a demo.

But then Barbie reveals the real reason why all of this is happening when she tells them that she wouldn’t “feel right” about it if they didn’t perform. So much for logic and continuity, everyone now has to make Barbie feel better about the problem that Barbie caused and River got them disqualified for. Cue a montage!

Chelsea and Nolee go find the valet guy who, for some reason, takes them to a massive closet filled with band equipment. Maybe he moonlights as a fence? Barbie goes to some kind of office or library and photocopies flyers. The guys set up all of the equipment. Delancey lights the tiki torches and in just two hours time, the girls are outside of the concert, which is just breaking up, and ready to start the show. Barbie calls Madison to tell Urban Desire to start playing. They start up on… Spontaneous Combustion and the girls start passing out flyers and spreading the word about this unofficial after party.

Pretty soon, there is a sizable crowd outside of the beach house jerking and heaving along to the music. And then everything is wrapped up in a pink bow in the last two minutes of the movie. Ellis asks out Delancey (although their relationship doesn’t go anywhere as they’re both single again in the next movie), Sutton’s necklace vendor comes to see him, Barbie and Madison are firm friends, River dedicates a song to his clingy girlfriend and they kiss on stage and THEN! Mr. Bostik emerges from the crowd and announces that he wants to record a demo with the group back in New York.

Madison points out that the contest is over and Bostik responds that this has nothing to do with the contest, he just likes their music and wants to give them their big break. The band agrees, excitedly. Then they do an encore by performing the second of the only two songs in their repertoire while the girls wiggle their hips around the guys on stage.

And that’s it. That’s the entire movie. So what did we learn? Your boyfriend should never be allowed to have any other interests or hobbies that are more important than you are. Creating drama in your head is okay and your friends should apologize for it. Girls are really good at distracting people and gossiping. Girls need to shop, put on makeup and wear tiny clothes in order to be real girls. Following the rules isn’t really needed because you can still get what you want without bothering with them. Oh, and acting dumb around a guy will endear him to you.

Are these the lessons that we want young girls to be learning? Is this all there is to being a woman in today’s society? The correct answers to those questions are no and no, but the people in charge of the My Scene movies aren’t done yet. There’s one more and it’s their longest movie out of the collection. Let’s gird our loins for My Scene Goes to Hollywood.

To read all of the movies in the My Scene series, click here. If you dare.

Friday, January 10, 2014

I can’t remember if I have a bad memory

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Oh, no wait. It’s coming back to me. I think I have a bad memory. I can’t remember having a good one, so that must be some kind of indication.

Let’s face it : My memory is terrible. There’s no joking about it. My brain seems so over run these days that it will instantly forget any information that it deems unimportant. It’s a regular happening that I will see a document or link or something, open it to see what it is, realize it doesn’t interest me, close it, then completely forget what it was. Then I have to open it again because I can’t even remember enough about it to know that it didn’t interest me to begin with. I’m taking a medical food called Vayarin for concentration and memory, but pills can only do so much when your brain is hell bent on forgetting anything it doesn’t deem important.

Unfortunately, terrible memory, both long term and short term is all part of the fun that is bipolar disorder. Some people are affected worse than others, but on top of having problems with your memory just due to the disease, pills created in order to treat the disease can make concentration and memory even worse. There’s a drug called Topamax that is sometimes used to treat bipolar disorder that can have some severe cognitive side effects. I’ve never been on it, but I’ve heard horror stories.

One medication that I have been on that’s known to cause these types of problems is Lamictal. On Lamictal I experienced the worst brain fog. Simple tasks were beyond me because I honestly couldn’t remember how to accomplish them. I once went to pop some popcorn in the microwave and stopped short for several minutes because I couldn’t remember how to open the microwave. Other times I would be having a conversation with someone and find myself unable to follow along with what the the other person was saying. I ended up having to do a lot of smiling and nodding simply because I really had no idea what was going on.

As for how to fix this problem, there’s not a lot you can do. I try to write everything down and set alarms and reminders. But things still get away from me sometimes. I’m always making too many plans because I’ve forgotten that I had something to do that day already. I keep a digital calendar on my phone, but for some reason, my phone decides to put events on there twice, not record some events at all and change the display whenever it feels like it, making it more difficult for me to keep up.

This morning for example, I set my alarm clock for 9am. I woke up at 9am and couldn’t remember why I had set the alarm. I was so tired that I just turned it off and went back to sleep. It was only around 10am when I realized that I had a skeptic event that I had planned on going to and was now too late to get there when it started. For all of my alarms and notes, nothing helped me get out of bed on time this morning.

Tim sometimes pokes fun at me because I can’t seem to remember anything but I can recall precise details about Drag Race and lip sync the entire opening to all season’s Untucked. But the only reason that I can remember this is because I watch each episode of Drag Race about 50 times. Whenever I sit down to watch some TV, I always check Logo first to see if they’re playing Drag Race. If Drag Race is on, I’m watching it until it’s no longer on. Constant repetition is the only thing that can break through my dense brain fog.

Sometimes when someone can’t remember anything it’s tempting to think of them as stupid or oblivious. But the truth is that a lot of mental illnesses can cause memory problems and as much as a person wants to remember and be able to concentrate, that’s not always possible. Not everyone has the same ability to recall things and having a mental illness can hinder an already poor memory.

Thursday, January 9, 2014

El paseo

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Mariam Lent heaved a heavy sigh as she accessed her email. Her Women United for Life meeting had gone on far longer than she had originally anticipated and now she had to finish her correspondence, send some email and get dinner on her table before her husband to return home from work. As soon as her email loaded, she noted with a groan that she had ten new messages.

She scanned the subject lines and clicked on one that caught her interest. The message loaded in a few seconds and she began to read.

From: Fight for the Unborn
Subject: MUST READ: How you can prevent abortions in Texas!

We are all so grateful that so many abortion clinics have been shut down in our beautiful home state of Texas. But even though it’s more difficult for women to murder their unborn children, some groups are setting up a free ride system to take women to their appointments.

We want our members to email the leader of this group, Women’s Rights Network Texas (karen@womensrightstexas.com), and volunteer to become a chauffeur. But here’s the best part; we don’t want you to take women to abortion clinics and assist with the murder of innocent children. We want you to drive these women around and talk to them about the importance of life, the sacrifice of Jesus and the sanctity of personhood.

When the ride is over, if they are still determined to abort their baby, then drop them off at a nearby church so they miss their appointment. If they change their minds, and we all pray that they will!, then drop them off at the nearest Crisis Pregnancy Center so that the staff there can help prepare them for the wonderful joy of motherhood.

No matter how it works out, we will be accomplishing a lot for God’s precious babies. Join us in our pledge drive and let’s get Texas women the help and support that they need to become real mothers to their unborn babies!

Sincerely your friend in Christ,

Martha Gilbert
Organizer of Fight for the Unborn

Mariam sat back and smiled. This was excellent. She knew she could accomplish so much more with this tactic than anything else her women’s group had tried. She quickly forwarded the email to her women’s group’s mailing list, knowing that lots of the other group members would want to take part in this. Mariam then sent an email to the address given and wrote a short but upbeat message that she wanted to help women in Texas get transportation to abortion clinics.

Satisfied that she had done enough for the rights of innocent children, she got up and started making dinner. The entire time she chopped vegetables and grilled steak, she went over in her head what she would say to these women. How she would convince them that the murder of their children was wrong and that when God grants you the gift of life, you accept it with grace and learn to behave just as a real woman would.

*

Chelsea

Mariam pulled up to Chelsea’s apartment building. She definitely lived on the wrong side of the tracks. Mariam stopped her car and looked around at the various people who were hanging around outside of the building. Two men glanced at each other, then at Mariam’s Lexus. The older woman quickly turned from them and focused on a woman who was approaching her car.

Mariam rolled down the window a crack and the woman asked though the opening, “Are you Mariam?”

She nodded and responded, “Are you Chelsea?”

The woman nodded in return. Mariam unlocked the doors and Chelsea slid into the seat. As they pulled out of the neighborhood, Mariam carefully observed the woman. She was older than Mariam had expected. Chelsea was at least in her thirties, just like Mariam’s youngest daughter. She was also nicely dressed for a woman getting an abortion, Mariam thought. She glanced at her hands and realized that the woman was wearing a wedding ring.

“Thank you for doing this for me,” Chelsea said softly as Mariam pulled out onto the main road.

“Not at all,” Mariam smiled. “I just want to help.” They drove in silence for a few seconds as Mariam stopped at a stoplight and tapped the address of a church into her GPS. The small grey box announced that they would arrive at their destination in 48 minutes. Mariam smiled to herself. That would be the perfect amount of time.

“So how do you find yourself in this position?” Mariam asked, smiling at Chelsea. “If you don’t mind me asking,” she added quickly.

Chelsea looked down, sliding her wedding ring on and off her finger in a nervous way. “I’m trying to leave my husband. If I have this baby I know I won’t be able to,” she finally muttered.

“Why do you want to leave your husband?” Mariam asked in horror. “You took sacred vows that joined you both together in marriage. Doesn’t that mean anything to you?”

Mariam didn’t see Chelsea rub her face in an attempt to hide the tears that were sliding down her cheeks. “He keeps beating me. It started out as just a little at first when we just got married and now he’s put me in the hospital twice in the past six months. He says he’ll kill our children if I leave, but if we don’t get out of there, he’s going to kill me and possibly my babies too. I have a women’s shelter arranged and I just need to get this taken care of, then we can go.”

“Taken care of?” Mariam echoed. “You’re not having a tumor removed.”

“I know what I’m doing,” Chelsea said in a flat voice. “If things were different, I would keep this baby and love it just like I love my other two. But things are not different. I can’t support three children on my job and I have no one to turn to for help or childcare.”

“Have you asked your church to help you?” Mariam questioned.

“I don’t go to church anymore,” Mariam said, looking out of the window at the storefronts of the downtown area as they drove by.

“I’m sure a church would love to help you with childcare and maybe even find you a better paying job,” Mariam informed her. “I go to First River Catholic. Why don’t we stop by there and we can see what they can do to help you out?”

“I have looked into local programs and community help and none of it is enough for me to keep this baby. If I have to take off from work at all for this pregnancy I wouldn’t be able to feed my kids, even with assistance. Right now my children are wearing clothes with holes in them and eating mac and cheese every night. I can stretch a dime to a dollar, but I am tapped out. I don’t have enough left in me to go through with this pregnancy and become a single mom after leaving my husband.”

“Well, that’s where you’re wrong. You see, God never gives you more than you can handle,” Mariam said, brightly.

Chelsea glared at Mariam, tears running down her face. “Pull over,” she said in a low voice.

“Nonsense, I’m taking you to your appointment,” Mariam told her.

“No, you’re not. The clinic I’m going to is on Wood Swan Place, the address you put into your GPS was Hillside Drive,” Chelsea snapped.

“Well, I can take you to a Crisis Pregnancy Center. They can help you look into some different options for your baby. Maybe you can have it adopted. Wouldn’t that be better than murder?” Mariam asked, sweetly.

“Pull the goddamn car over,” Chelsea demanded. “You don’t know me and you don’t know my life. How dare you tell me what I should do? God has given me way more than I can handle already and I am not going to bring a child into this world that is not going to be able to be happy, healthy, and well cared for. Now stop this car or I’ll jump out.”

“Oh you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Mariam scoffed. “You definitely wouldn’t need to go to your appointment then.”

Mariam slowed the car and pulled into the parking lot of a Wal-Mart. As soon as the car stopped, Chelsea got out and slammed the door. She walked across the lot to a bus station and started studying the map. Mariam watched her for a few seconds. She glanced at the clock. Knowing the town’s bus system, Chelsea would probably miss her appointment. At least she had accomplished something today.

*

Giselle

Mariam had high hopes for Giselle. She sounded like a teenager over the phone and Mariam knew how to deal with teenagers after having three of her own girls. Mariam had prayed the previous night, asking god for the guidance to help this young woman make the right decision about her baby. As she pulled up to the high school that Giselle had arranged to meet her at, her heart quickly sank.

A young blonde woman hailed Mariam with a cigarette in her hand. She raced up to the car, her backpack bouncing almost as much as her breasts through the loose-knit sweater that she was wearing. Mariam, at first, hoped that this wasn’t Giselle, but there were no other people around at all and no other options. She unlocked the doors and Giselle sat down in the passenger seat, adjusting her short skirt.

“Hey, I’m Giselle. You Mariam?” She asked.

“Yes, nice to meet you,” Mariam said, managing a small smile.

“You too,” Giselle said. “My appointment is in two hours, so we have plenty of time. I want to get there early though. I’m right on the cutoff date and I have to get this taken care of now.”

“How far along are you?” Mariam asked as she pulled out of the high school’s parking lot.

“19 weeks,” Giselle said. “I had to get enough of my babysitting money together to pay for this.” She laughed. “My parents thought it was so great that I was working so hard and they thought I was saving money for college. I didn’t have the heart to tell them that I was saving up for an abortion.”

“How old are you?” Mariam asked. Giselle’s laugh and casual attitude made her think that she was much younger than her miniskirt had led her to believe.

“I just turned 18,” Giselle said, flicking her hair back. “That’s another reason why I had to wait so long. I know my parents never would have allowed me to get an abortion, so I had to be 18 in order to do it. Just had my birthday three days ago.”

“Are you sure you should be doing this then? Don’t you want to talk to your parents? Maybe the baby’s father? What if there is another way to work this situation out?” Mariam asked.

Giselle rolled her eyes. “The father hooked up with me after he saw his girlfriend kiss another guy. He is pretending that I don’t exist. I told him that I was pregnant and he told me that I had the wrong number. Whenever I try to talk to him in school he just runs away.”

“Why did you have unprotected sex with him then?” Mariam asked through gritted teeth.

“We had safe sex,” Giselle objected. “The goddamn condom broke. That can happen to anyone. It’s not like I went in there with nothing.”

“The safest kind of sex is not to have it until you’re married,” Mariam intoned. She set her GPS to the same location that she had attempted to take Chelsea and sat back.

“I thought you were supposed to be on my side,” Giselle objected.

“I am on your side,” Mariam insisted. “I just want to make sure that you’ve considered all of the options before you do something rash that you might regret.”

“The only thing I’d regret would be to have a baby right now,” Giselle laughed. “I’m starting beauty school right after I finish my final exams. I’m moving in with a girlfriend, I have everything set up. The only thing that won’t work out here would be me with a baby.”

“Don’t you think that’s selfish?” Mariam questioned her.

Giselle shot her an incredulous look. “I can’t keep a house plant alive and you want me to be in charge of an entire human being? That’s just stupid. Also, I don’t want to be pregnant anymore. I’ve had horrible morning sickness that lasts all day, all kinds of shit makes me feel ill, I have to take naps constantly and I’ve heard that things only get worse from here on out.”

“Aren’t you worried that you might not be able to have any children after having an abortion? You do want children one day, don’t you?”

“Abortion doesn’t affect your ability to have more kids,” Giselle said, furrowing her brow. “I Googled everything about this procedure before I made the appointment.”

“If you looked on websites like Planned Parenthood and their ilk, they will happily lie to you just to get you to have an abortion,” Mariam informed her, darkly.

“Really? Because the only people who seem to be lying about facts are people who are against abortion. Have you heard that there’s a link between breast cancer and abortion?”

“Well yes,” Mariam said, “that’s completely true.”

“No, it isn’t. There’s no evidence to back that claim up. When I Googled that I just found websites that were completely biased against abortion and never linked any actual studies or proof, they just kept linking more of their own articles. If there is proof that breast cancer increases because of abortion then where is the actual proof?”

“There’s plenty of proof!” Mariam objected. “Organizations like Planned Parenthood bully doctors into remaining silent about their facts and try to whitewash the entire thing just so they can perform more abortions.”

“Yeah, it’s all a big conspiracy, right?” Giselle rolled her eyes. “I don’t know who you are, but you are not here to help me.”

“Sure, I am,” Mariam stammered. “I want to help you make the right decision for your baby and that decision is life.”

“Really? Because having a baby would totally screw up my life and I don’t see how a baby could have any kind of a life if mine is totally derailed.”

“You could have your baby adopted,” Mariam offered.

“Sure, because pregnancy has been a breeze so far. Why not go a few more months like this and not be able to live a normal life, just to give birth to a kid that I already know I don’t want and dump it on someone else so it can track me down in 20 years and ask me why I never wanted it.”

Mariam glared at the young girl. “You’re so selfish. Why can’t you think about anyone other than yourself?”

Giselle threw her hands up in frustration. “Because I’m not ready to be a mom. I know I’m not ready and that’s why I’m not having this baby. You can’t call me selfish and tell me that I’m not a not making good decisions and then inform me that I need to have a baby. Pushing a baby out of my vag isn’t going to change who I am or what situation I’m in.”

“But it will,” Mariam insisted. “Having a baby will make you rethink your life. It will make you care so deeply for another human being that all of your needs and wants become secondary. If you have this baby you will experience what it’s like to unconditionally love another human being. Why would you ever want to throw that away?”

“But what if it doesn’t make me this new, awesome person?”

“But it will!”

“Then why has any child ever died while in its mother’s care? Women have the ability to kill their children and neglect them and do all kinds of crazy shit. Women aren’t fairy earth mothers.”

“Because evil exists in the world and sometimes the devil acts through people,” Mariam bit out.

“Yeah, I’m sure that’s what it is,” Giselle snapped. “Look, I know you’re not taking me to the clinic. My friend, Rona, lives up here. Just drop me off and I’ll see if her brother can drive me.” Giselle gestured to a trailer park that was coming up on the left.

Mariam started to speed up. “We’ll go to a crisis pregnancy center instead, okay? Then you can talk to someone about your options.”

“Listen crazy bitch, drop me off at my friend’s house or I will jump out of this car and definitely give myself an abortion. Understand?”

Realizing that what she was doing could possibly be construed as wrong by a population determined to keep the abortion holocaust going, no matter what, Mariam slowed down and turned into the trailer park. “Just stop here,” Giselle said. She hopped out of the car and grabbed her backpack before turning to Mariam one last time. “You might not agree with what I need to do, but that doesn’t give you the right to prevent me from doing it. It’s not your body and it’s not your choice.”

“It’s your baby’s body and he can’t speak for himself!” Mariam shouted at the girl as she slammed the door shut and walked off. Mariam quickly drove out of the trailer park and got back on the main road. Her plan so far hadn’t turned out quite like she had hoped, but she was still determined to get at least one baby rescued from certain death before she had to stop doing this.

*

Tasha

Mariam jumped at the knock on her car’s window. She rolled down her window and observed the young dark-haired woman standing aside of her car. “Are you Jennifer?” She asked in a soft voice.

“Yes, you must be Tasha,” Mariam said, “please get in. We need to get going.” She gestured to the dashboard clock.

Tasha slid into the passenger seat and carefully observed the driver. “You’re taking me to the clinic so I can get my abortion, right?”

“Of course,” Mariam happily chirped.

“Okay,” Tasha said. “I got an email from one of the organizers that there were people trying to talk women out of their decisions and taking them to churches instead of their appointments.”

“That sounds awful,” Mariam gasped. “I can’t imagine why someone would do something like that.”

As they pulled onto the main road, Tasha seemed to relax a little. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “Making this decision was difficult enough. I don’t need yet another person second guessing me.”

“I can understand their concern though,” Mariam started. “I’m sure they just want what’s best for all women and their babies.”

“No,” Tasha said, shaking her head. “They just want everyone to do what they want. They don’t want women to make their own choices regarding their health. They want all women to be baby factories who give birth on command.”

“That’s a little harsh,” Mariam balked. “I’m sure they just appreciate the sanctity of life.”

“Yes, the embryo’s life. Not the mother’s or the father’s or anyone else who is going to be affected by it,” Tasha said, rolling her eyes.

“Well, there’s being inconvenienced, then there’s being murdered…” Mariam trailed off, thinking that Tasha shouldn’t possibly have a comeback for that.

“An embryo is not a person. It’s a clump of cells that has the potential to become a person,” Tasha bit out.

“Is that what you have to tell yourself, dear?” Mariam asked, looking at her with sad eyes. “That your baby isn’t a person? Then you don’t feel so bad about having the procedure?”

Tasha pulled out her phone. Without speaking she dialed a number and waited for the phone to ring. “Yeah, I got her,” she said, looking over at Mariam. “She’s the same woman in the picture, just going by Jennifer this time.” She paused, as Mariam looked over at her, alarmed. “This is definitely her.”

Just then a set of blue flashing lights lit up behind Mariam. She looked in her rearview mirror to see that the car behind her was actually a cop car. She pulled over, glaring at Tasha. “What did you do?”

“We know your entire plan,” Tasha said, flatly. “What you did to Chelsea and Giselle is kidnapping and fraud. The police will probably go easy on you, but if you ever do something like this again or facilitate others doing it, you’re going to pay dearly.”

“I-I was just trying to help!” Mariam stammered as the officer in the car behind her got out and said a few words into his walkie-talkie. “I just wanted to help babies.”

“There are plenty of ways to help people, Mariam,” Tasha said. “Preventing women from taking responsibility for their own bodies and health is not the way to do it.”

“You don’t understand!” Mariam shrieked at her, her voice rising several octaves. “I’m doing God’s work! I’m saving innocent children from certain death!”

“Is that what you have to keep telling yourself in order to go through with this?” Tasha responded.

Bacon cheeseburger dip for badasses

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finished dipAre you a badass? Are you sure? Can you handle bacon, cheese, and deliciousness or does the thought of that much flavor make you want to curl up into a tiny ball and weep like a bitch? If you answered yes, yes, and bring it on, motherfucker, to those questions, then you are ready for the bacon cheeseburger dip for badasses. Read on and prepare yourself to reach another level of badassery.

This recipe was adapted from this recipe and made a little more hardcore.

Ingredients:

1/2 pound ground beef
8 bacon strips, cut into chunks
1 clove garlic, minced
4 ounces cream cheese, softened
1 teaspoon worcestershire sauce
2 tablespoons ketchupdip to cook
1/2 cup sour cream
1/4 cup mayonnaise
2 cups sharp cheddar cheese

Directions:

Pre-heat oven to 350 degrees. Brown the ground beef and cook the bacon together, adding in the minced garlic. In a large bowl combine the cream cheese, sour cream, mayonnaise, 1 cup of cheese, worcestershire and ketchup. Mix thoroughly.

Add beef, bacon, and garlic to mixture above and stir until combined. Layer half of the remaining cheese on the bottom of your baking pan. Pour mixture into baking dish. Sprinkle the rest of the cheese on top and bake for 15-20 minutes. Let cool for a few minutes. Serve with raw veggies for dipping.

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Happy 2014!

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Is it time for a new year already? I just got used to writing 2013 on things. Now all of my checks are going to be wrong again. 

Anyway, 2014 should be an interesting year. I will be turning 29 in September and I’m sure the realization that it’s the last year of my 20s will drive me slowly insane as the date approaches. But what else is new?

I’m looking forward to being employed, hopefully getting my life together, and maybe, if the stars align and a Mayan prophecy is actually fulfilled, I might actually get a real career-type job. But let’s not get too ahead of ourselves. The last five years haven’t exactly made me very hopeful that I will one day find a career in writing. But stranger things have happened.

On the whole, 2013 was an interesting year. I accomplished a lot despite my various setbacks. One of my accomplishments was writing over 141k words in a novel that I’ve been planning since high school. I also published my 100th MiST. Although no one, besides me, knows how difficult and trying it was to MiST over 100 bad stories and fanfictions, this is quite a feat. I don’t know of any other MiSTer anywhere who has done this before. Granted, I don’t socialize with a lot of other MiSTers because we seem to be quite rare and elusive, but still.

I also lost over 95 lbs this year, visited Hawaii and Australia, got this website set up, had some fun adventures and got hired at the end of the year. Finally having a job, let alone a job that actually seems interesting and fun, is quite a relief. I can only hope that this job is as intriguing as I am hoping it will be. I’m also going to try to get an evening part-time job so I can bring in a little extra money.

I don’t have a New Years Resolutions this year. I just want to work (and get paid for it), keep writing, have fun with my friends, and snuggle my fiance and puppies whenever possible. I also want to try some new things, go new places, and have new experiences. I can’t even think of these things yet, but I’m sure they will come to me. Also, I want to see lots more drag shows. You can never go to too many of those.