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Month: December, 2012

The Unspoken Topic: Racism

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I am writing about what seems to be an oddly unspoken topic: Racism.

This isn’t about being racist towards white people, towards black people, towards mixed people or anyone in between that. This is the just the brutal truth of racism that is a fragile topic that needs to be addressed. Whether you like it or not, your race has been and always will be incorporated in politics. When you have to fill out an “important” paper, doesn’t it usually ask you to identify your race? That’s because for some reason or another, it’s important. I am writing this not to be awkwardly blunt, but because for some reason all these mass shootings, all these crimes around the world, find a way to make race a determining factor. I am writing this for anyone who constantly feels insecure, or even threatened because of where they come from.

In a cruel world, diversity has come to be a beautiful thing. Maybe my opinion is biased simply because I was raised to love someone not by where they come from, but how they accomplish what they dream of, how they carry themselves, not by how they look. Unfortunately, racism is still around us because again, the world can be a cruel place. It’s almost weird for to be writing about this, because racism has became a very radical and foreign topic for me.

Back to the politics of it all: Your color does not determine the crimes you may or may not commit. Period. This, out of all things is a terrible issue. What the f*ck? I feel a new wrinkle growing in my forehead every time I even think about this. We are all individuals, we all share different traits, different opinions of the world, and different ways of handling situations. So no, I do not think your color is at all a factor in what you do, it’s how you were raised and it’s who you are. Can we not all just come together for once, give each other a fair and equal chance, and say f*ck what color you.

Racism is a refuge for the ignorant. It seeks to divide and to destroy. It is the enemy of freedom, and deserves to be met head-on and stamped out.
Pierre Berton

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I Am Adam Lanza’s Mother

I Am Adam Lanza’s Mother

I take no credit in writing this but, it definitely deserves a read.

Is everything going to be okay?

Is everything going to be okay?

I don’t mean right now. I mean my future, I mean my dreams. I mean the relationships that were never healed and the friendships that lost their way. I don’t mean tomorrow, I mean in 5 years from now. What will happen? Will we be okay?

I was talking to my friend, my optimistic best friend. She told me the words everyone should hear “….It goes on” you know, that saying you hate to say but love to hear. It goes on. It really does, am I being obvious? Or am I telling you what you need to hear? I curiously looked up “is everything going to be okay?” and with 295,000,000 results, I decided to write this, for everyone who has every searched that.

We all want to know where we will be in 5 year, but we won’t know until that day comes. All we know is that whatever difficulty we might face, it goes on. Okay, you will be tired of that saying by the end of this, but you know what? GOOD! If you’re tired of it, it means you’re getting my point. I’m not telling you anything you don’t know but: People in this world are cruel. They will literally push you until you are at the end of your pain, and the end of yourself. It’s not right, but as individuals, it’s our job to deal with it. I’m writing this for the people who have been pushed to the edge of their pain, the people who have lost themselves, and the people that don’t see the reason in going on anymore:

it goes on.

it goes on.

it goes on.

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A Powerful Drug…Or Love?

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The funny thing about love is, there’s absolutely nothing funny about it. Have you ever been in love? It’s a pretty serious question, and half the people who answer it are guaranteed to lie. Maybe I should rephrase it: Have you ever felt so happy that even if you’re musically impaired, you could write a hit song. Have you ever felt high even though you were completely sober? Have you fought for something that made you tear your hair out, cry, and then feel so happy then you can’t remember what it was like to be sad? Euphoric? Drives you insane? Yeah, that’s love. That’s my version of love, but that’s the thing about love, it’s different for everyone, that’s what makes you fall so hard.

Heartbreak just doesn’t seem right anymore. The saying “I’ve loved and I’ve lost” Yeah…it’s not one to live by. Once you do fall in love, please make sure not to lose it, even if you’re tempted to use that quote. Losing someone you love is a huge slap in the face, and an even bigger walk back into reality. Missing someone? Oh man, that’s the worst part. To crave someone and they are nowhere near you, or don’t want to be anywhere near you. Please don’t lose what you love.

Easier said than done, right? You f*ck up amazing things, and then you’re laying on your bed one day and find yourself balling your eyes out because you just have been hit with the reality of heartbreaks..it happens. It’s amazing and terrifying how one person can control you, how one person can get stuck in your head to the point of insanity. Love is a drug and it controls you, it’s a drug, trust me. You are almost guaranteed to come across it once, try not to misuse it.

Symmetry

If you’ve never seen this, it’s time to see this.

Writing about writing

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Yep, I’m blogging about writing because it deserves to be written about. The thing is, I’ve been writing before I even knew how to spell. I even wrote before I knew how to write. If you’re a writer you’re a lucky person because you can write literally anything and you will always have that advantage over everyone else. When you’re a writer you can write in your head, you can write all the time and sometimes not even realize it, that’s the best part. You’re creative. I dug up some of my writing when I was in Elementary school and it was amazing and almost disturbing. I was a twisted child, the things I wrote about were well, weird. I lived in my on world, I still live in my own world. Don’t we all though?

When you write you have the ability to not only create a new world for yourself, but a new world for others. That’s what I want to be able to do. I want to suck people in the world of my writing, and temporarily live my world with me. I want people to read my writing, and after they finish they look up and they realize they have just been transformed into a whole new world and now it’s back to reality (how boring). With all that being said, don’t push yourself to write and don’t try to hard. That’s when you lose yourself and that’s when your writing loses it’s way. Do not write if you are not 100% convinced that what you’re writing is all you. Even if it’s fiction it’s still you, right? You might make up a whole new adventure but it was your creativity that made it up. The moment you lose that creativity that it you, is the moment you should stop writing, writer’s block is the worse, huh? I’m by no means telling you how to write, if everyone told each other what to write the world would be a very boring place. Just write for you, and share it with me.

You’re only heard if you’re someone

Lady Gaga could tweet the word “foot” and get over 11,000+ plus retweets on it, Kanye West can just on an awards show stage, shit-faced drunk and interrupt an innocent country singer, and get several interviews about it, and start a whole new trend. I could write an entire book about effects of mass media on society (something that really interests me) and maybe 4 people would know, and even fewer would be interested.

Is this fair?

I can’t decide. Okay, these people have talent. But don’t we all have some sort of undiscovered talent? How is it fair that while they are basking in fame, money, and power, the less fortunate “gifted” people are at home blogging about how they wish they could get a point across. I wish more than anything that I could see everyone’s opinion on things, and everyone’s undiscovered talent. It’s the ugly truth that that will never happen, and I will never know the truth behind things I would die to know. There’s people out there who know what we crave to know. Who know the uncertainty that keeps us awake at night. But, will we ever get to know, will we ever figure that out? No, we are too busy soaking in what it would be like to be famous, to be heard. When we need to be exploring.

Can we just all make a pact to spend less time wishing and more time exploring for what we wish for? Then maybe all the undiscovered talent (even you) will have a chance to get heard. Whether we want to admit it or not, we are dying to be heard. Let’s not be famous, let’s be heard.

“I don’t need to be famous. I’m not that ambitious. At this point, if I’m not sucked in, I’m never going to get sucked in. Being the so-called hot girl, I disconnect from that. It’s not that deep.” -Jessica Alba

DJ SPK Presents Bohemian Grove (mixtape)

I love finding music. This deserves a lot of something…

What’s your favorite day of the year?

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What do ya think? Okay…I realize it’s only the 6th and I am already planning what I am going to wear for New Year’s Eve, I also realize it’s a little sad. But ladies, please tell me this outfit wouldn’t make you feel hot? Red lips, red heels, sequin shorts, let’s go. It’s a little early in the month for me to be blogging about this, but New Year’s Eve might be my favorite day of the year. It’s exciting, and let’s be honest, that’s what we live for. It’s the adventure and it’s the thrill, and my thrill happens to be the last say of the year. Why? Well the thrill in itself could be an answer by itself, but I will elaborate. I love New Year’s Eve because it’s the last day of the year, and after that it’s a new start. I might f*ck up everyday of the year, but this is the night it actually feels worth it. This is the night where when I wake up in the morning I know I have a whole year to make mistakes, and find the reason why I wake up in the morning, all over again. A fresh start is a beautiful concept all together, and I believe in it. I believe in second chances, and I believe in making everything right. So here’s to all the mistake makers and everyone in between, let’s brace ourselves for a crazy night and wake up in the morning and feel alive more than ever. Like the outfit?    

Shortshttp://www.charlotterusse.com/product/entity/217322.uts

Shoeshttp://www.forever21.com/Product/Product.aspx?BR=f21&Category=shoes_high-heels&ProductID=2030540423&VariantID=

Tightshttp://www.charlotterusse.com/product/entity/225920.uts

Blazerhttp://piperlime.gap.com/browse/product.do?pid=418497002&tid=plggpb1r&kwid=1&ap=7&sem=true&pcrid=25250483370

Sports bra-http://www.ae.com/aerie/browse/product.jsp?productId=0785_1818_100&catId=cat4130065

…..PLEASE promise to wear red lipstick with this outfit, and maybe consider some fake eyelashes if you’re feeling daring.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Speaking of that crazy side..

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Hello. Above is the girl that is going to attempt to run this blog. I feel slightly cheesy already, is that the rush of running a blog? Anyway, I feel like I should do what any normal blogger would do and tell you all about myself. I am not going to do that. This blog in an experiment, to see if I really love writing like I think I do. If I succeed in letting you know who I am, it’s because you’ve gotten to know me through my writing, and for now that’s how I intend it on staying.

What you should know is that my name is Julia, and I am currently in between worlds. I am between living and reading. I am between partying, politics, and the love of my life. Which I’m sure all these things will be mentioned in more posts. I will not try to write to stay relevant to everyone, in fact if you are like me then you’re probably pretty insane and now I’m creeped out that you’re reading this. I don’t want to sound stupid and already start talking to the people that may or may not be reading this BUT if there is something you are dying to know, then message me because I think opinions and questions are beautiful, and I’m hoping you’ll learn to love mine. Will I be blogging about fashion? food? love? relationships? You tell me.