Hello everyone! Sorry I've been a tad bit MIA this week as this is only my first entry and it's already Wednesday. I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend and beginning of their week. It's been quite an interesting week for myself. Yesterday, I found out some pretty devastating news about one of my best guy friends from high school. It turns out he could be facing up to now 16 years in prison due to dealing marijuana and his latest stunt: attacking a police informant. To break it down: my friend got caught dealing marijuana on three different counts and was set up by a police informant (aka someone who was caught for dealing and in turn chose to snitch on other people he knew were selling drugs in order to not pay for his sentencing). Hence, he was set-up by this informant of the police department and literally caught my friend (cameras and all) in the act multiple times without his knowledge. Now, a year later, my friend decided he wanted this guy who ratted him out to pay for what he did and he went to his house and attacked him, even went as far as threatening this guy's grandmother. It's an absolutely sad/horrific story especially since the culprit is someone I used to know very well and spend a lot of time with. There are many mixed views about this situation. On one stance, some people say that this police informant deserves what my friend did to him, he ratted my friend out to only benefit himself. Now this police informant will not have to pay for the initial crime he committed, himself. On the opposition, many believe what my friend did was completely morally incorrect, he violated the law, twice now, and even went as far as threatening an elderly woman. As a moderate political believer and just as a decent/semi-normal human being, I took in both these viewpoints and I've come to a conclusion myself. This story is obviously very close to me, definitely hits home since this is one of my best friends from high school (though we haven't talked for about a year). What my friend did was not right in any way, shape, or form. However, I believe his case undermines one of the many flaws within our legal system. I think if someone is caught breaking the law, for instance selling marijuana, you should have to pay for the consequences. This goes for everyone within our society; famous or not, illegal or legal citizenship status- you do the crime, you should, undoubtedly, pay the time. I don't think there should be a way to "get yourself out of what you did." When a person commits a crime, he or she is making their own decision and knowingly understand that it is illegal. Even if this crime is something as small as not wearing your seat belt (it's a $106 fine in Minnesota btw) all the way to rape or murder; one should pay for the consequences. Obviously, I feel bad for my friend but at the same time he set himself for everything he did. He made his own decisions. Therefore, he should man-up to what he has done and pay for the consequences. It just shocks me to believe he's going through all of this at such a young age and not too long ago he was on the right path to success. He was going to school, even wrestled for his college, and genuinely was trying to better himself. He's had quite the obstacles with some personal family issues aside from these crimes he's committed. I know the future will be even more of a challenge for him so as his old friend, I reached out to him. I just reassured him that although he has done a lot of wrong, I am still here for him as a friend. I can only hope for the best and wait to see how the future pans out. It is so crazy how people can change so much in such a short amount of time, some for the better, others for worse; yet everything happens for a reason and only the future holds what is in store for us. True friendships last forever, though you may not always talk to one another; sincerity is the most important element.
Sorry to get all serious on you guys today.
Until next time....
Alyce
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Thursday, June 16, 2011
No, I do not want to talk about your wiener, Weiner.
Hello friends! I am very pleased with the increase in page views for this week. I'm glad to see my followers are growing globally as well. I never thought I'd out reach to people across the world, but turns out I am apparently. That's great! Just so you all know, feel free to comment on anything you'd like. I'll take whatever: suggestions, critiques, questions, ect.; if you dish 'em out I will definitely take them into consideration (and comment back)! I have had complaints about my lengthy entries so I've been working on getting my point across more concisely but that's not always the case. I have a lot to say sometimes, I can't help it!
Well anyways, there are many exciting happenings going on in the wonderful U.S. of A today. One that I am personally very excited for is to stop hearing about Democratic Rep. of New York, Anthony Weiner's overly talked about (and 46 years of age- ew) wiener. I mentally fist pumped earlier today when I read the article via CNN that he will finally state his resignation this afternoon. What Weiner did is not only morally wrong, it's down-right disgusting and as a proud young AMURican citizen, the last thing I wanna hear about is how some political figure wanted to get "some" by sexting with some girls nearly my age. This is one of the 20,384,903 problems with our society: whenever a famous person (may they be an athlete, politician, actress, or some random who got famous from a youtube video) gets caught in a cheating scandal the WHOLE nation hears about it instantaneously. To top it off, the story never, ever gets old. All news networks have all the latest and (supposedly) greatest top stories about this particular scandal. While many AMURicans may think this is exciting because this is so "unbelievably awful and disgusting" (which it IS, don't get me wrong), the truth is I think bringing the media into the whole mix of things just makes matters worse. Let's take a second and put ourselves in the shoes of the people who are the ones hurting the most from these types of promiscuous scandals: the families. For one, the families have to find out about this awful, unbelievable act(s) their loved one has committed. For two, now they have to watch as the whole world learns about this hoopla. For three, these people have to be questioned/interviewed by not only people they know, but media as well, and try to explain "how they feel." It's like come on people, you can't tell by the blank, clearly hurt, and devastated look in their eyes that they're completely miserable and the absolute last thing they want to do is talk to some stranger so they can broadcast to even more people about how their pathetic so-called "loved one" hurt them. This angers me so much. I can't even imagine what Huma Abedin, who is Weiner's pregnant wife, is going through right now. The beginning of this scandal began at the end of May and there have news articles released basically everyday from nearly every network. And this woman has still been going on with her daily life and working (she's an assistant to Secretary of State, Hilary Clinton). Wow, way to go Huma! Instead of exploiting the wrongs of Weiner, the media should perhaps be outreaching to Huma and saying, "we are greatly sorry for what you are going through right now" and leave her and her family ALONE. HA! Like that would ever happen. It's very evident that Huma is a very strong woman, as she has continued her work and is still seen in the public eye. I just want to give her mad-kudos and support for what she's been going through. The least the media could do is back off and hopefully now that Weiner has officially stated he plans to resign (he will be making a statement this afternoon), Huma and now former New York Rep. Anthony Weiner will be able to settle these huge issues. Furthermore, I hope these two are able to work things out somehow. If not, I hope Huma and her unborn child receives all the justice ($$$) she deserves even if a divorce is the final answer. Even more so, I just wish the media didn't get so caught up in these scandals because honestly it just ends up hurts the families even more than needed. In the end, the only ones who benefit are the media contenders themselves who are only in it for the big bucks. Well, those are my P & Qs for today. What do you think about the Weiner scandal? Do you think it's right the media exploits these stories without consideration of the families?
Until next time....
Alyce
Article of Weiner's Resignation:
http://www.cnn.com/2011/POLITICS/06/16/weiner.scandal/index.html?hpt=hp_t1
Well anyways, there are many exciting happenings going on in the wonderful U.S. of A today. One that I am personally very excited for is to stop hearing about Democratic Rep. of New York, Anthony Weiner's overly talked about (and 46 years of age- ew) wiener. I mentally fist pumped earlier today when I read the article via CNN that he will finally state his resignation this afternoon. What Weiner did is not only morally wrong, it's down-right disgusting and as a proud young AMURican citizen, the last thing I wanna hear about is how some political figure wanted to get "some" by sexting with some girls nearly my age. This is one of the 20,384,903 problems with our society: whenever a famous person (may they be an athlete, politician, actress, or some random who got famous from a youtube video) gets caught in a cheating scandal the WHOLE nation hears about it instantaneously. To top it off, the story never, ever gets old. All news networks have all the latest and (supposedly) greatest top stories about this particular scandal. While many AMURicans may think this is exciting because this is so "unbelievably awful and disgusting" (which it IS, don't get me wrong), the truth is I think bringing the media into the whole mix of things just makes matters worse. Let's take a second and put ourselves in the shoes of the people who are the ones hurting the most from these types of promiscuous scandals: the families. For one, the families have to find out about this awful, unbelievable act(s) their loved one has committed. For two, now they have to watch as the whole world learns about this hoopla. For three, these people have to be questioned/interviewed by not only people they know, but media as well, and try to explain "how they feel." It's like come on people, you can't tell by the blank, clearly hurt, and devastated look in their eyes that they're completely miserable and the absolute last thing they want to do is talk to some stranger so they can broadcast to even more people about how their pathetic so-called "loved one" hurt them. This angers me so much. I can't even imagine what Huma Abedin, who is Weiner's pregnant wife, is going through right now. The beginning of this scandal began at the end of May and there have news articles released basically everyday from nearly every network. And this woman has still been going on with her daily life and working (she's an assistant to Secretary of State, Hilary Clinton). Wow, way to go Huma! Instead of exploiting the wrongs of Weiner, the media should perhaps be outreaching to Huma and saying, "we are greatly sorry for what you are going through right now" and leave her and her family ALONE. HA! Like that would ever happen. It's very evident that Huma is a very strong woman, as she has continued her work and is still seen in the public eye. I just want to give her mad-kudos and support for what she's been going through. The least the media could do is back off and hopefully now that Weiner has officially stated he plans to resign (he will be making a statement this afternoon), Huma and now former New York Rep. Anthony Weiner will be able to settle these huge issues. Furthermore, I hope these two are able to work things out somehow. If not, I hope Huma and her unborn child receives all the justice ($$$) she deserves even if a divorce is the final answer. Even more so, I just wish the media didn't get so caught up in these scandals because honestly it just ends up hurts the families even more than needed. In the end, the only ones who benefit are the media contenders themselves who are only in it for the big bucks. Well, those are my P & Qs for today. What do you think about the Weiner scandal? Do you think it's right the media exploits these stories without consideration of the families?
Until next time....
Alyce
Article of Weiner's Resignation:
http://www.cnn.com/2011/POLITICS/06/16/weiner.scandal/index.html?hpt=hp_t1
Monday, June 13, 2011
Oh you good girl.
Greetings! Well the weekend came and left so quickly. I had a wonderful time hanging out with my friends. On Friday, I experienced my first party bus for my friend and roommate, Ari's 21st birthday. It was quite the experience to say the least. The bus packed nearly 50 of us on it and from what I can remember (and from the numerous pictures I took), it was one hell of a night. Although I did only make it to one bar- I'm blaming this one of Sir. Sailor Jerry (sometimes better known as Jailor Serry to my friends and me). I will take partial blame as well though. One of my good friends, Rachel and I opened the bottle and lost the cap after taking the first shot so we declared that we now must finish this bottle since it's top went M.I.A. No worries though, the booze was shared among many, not just us. Thank goodness. It was a great night even though I didn't make it out too long- a very successful first party bus in my eyes. Although I was in a different state of mind, there were some moments that stuck out for me. There were a bunch of football players on our bus and they were acting just as usual collegiate athletes do: douche bags. There were four or so who tried getting me to do shots with them, when clearly my mind was not in any way, shape, or form to do anymore. They were just skeezy and gross, kind of reminded me of my days in Europe when my friends and I would get hit on every other minute when we walked outside. Except Europeans (and I'm not stereotyping- these are all kinds of men from Italians, Spaniards, Greeks, Dutch, you name it) have a different way of hitting on the ladies. First off, they are VERY forward. For instance, if you dance with a Spaniard at a club or bar, they automatically think that you're going to have sex with them. Um, no gracias! But it's SO true, and utterly disgusting. I miss Europe so much but not the whole getting hit on (aka basically harassed) by every other European you encounter. The way Europeans hit on Americans is really funny though. Now this happened to me in probably every country I went to, maybe minus Ireland but I did have a lot of Guinness and Jameson when I was there so I could be wrong. My friends and I would walk by a group of guys and they'd shout "hey good girls!" or "how are you good girls?" or "you are SUCH good girls!" I'm not kidding this was real: all the effing time. Why? I will never know. One story that sticks out in my mind was when I was in Amsterdam. Okay so my friends and I are in Amsterdam so clearly we visited many coffee shops and visited historical sites and such. Evidently, we found ourselves to be a lot more hungry than usual (so odd). While we were in an ice cream place (at least I think it was an ice cream place, my memory is a bit blurry for some reason) and it was raining. My friend Ronya was wearing her scarf over her head and it looked somewhat like a makeshift berka. The cashier wasn't Dutch, most likely had some middle eastern ethnicity, and he was very intrigued by Ronya. He said: "Oh, I like the way you wear that, you good girl." And being in the state of mind we were all in, my friends and I started laughing. The cashier kind of freaked out and said: "What?! You don't like it when I call you good girl?" Then we all lost it. I had to walk away cause I definitely couldn't keep my composure. My friends and I got our ice cream and booked it out of there. That is just one of the many, many chronicles of "Being Called a 'Good Girl.'" The ironic thing is that my guy friends who studied in my program said that European women would say the same thing except they were called: "good boys" instead. I don't understand it at all and I probably never will. Hey now, I know not all Europeans are grimy- I did make many nice friends too! But some are very sleazy, and in my opinion, worse than Americans. These football guys are definitely an exception to that. Que Asco as we say in Espanol which means how disgusting! Well although these boys were gross, I didn't let them put a damper on my night cause I'm not that girl, clearly. The rest of my weekend was filled with grilling out and day drinking on Saturday followed by more grilling out on Sunday. Summer truly is my favorite season. I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend as well. How was your weekend? Was anyone called a good girl or boy? Lol.... until next time.
Alyce
Alyce
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Another day, another dollar
Buenos tardes todos! Well my day at work is finally coming to an end and I'm SO thankful for it. I was up early this morning running errands and have more things to do once I am done working. The only thing I am looking forward to is laying in my wonderful teeny bed when I go home. Needless to say, it has been and will continue to be a productive day. My co-worker, Peter, and I were chitchatting about the presidential debate coming up this next Monday (June 13th). He was very excited as he is quite the political enthusiast and I believe he is a very avid democrat just as the larger majority of the state of MinneSNOWta. (And by the way, it feel like we're living up to our true name today... it's barely 60 degrees- the complaints were a kickin' all this morning at the office. Joy.) Anyways, as we were discussing the debate with another staff member (I honestly don't know anyone's names. Sad, I've worked here since September), I began to realize I have literally NO clue who is running for president in the 2012 elections. Nor did I realize that it's nearly been four years since Obama has been in office. In the last elections, I did jump on the bandwagon (along with obviously the majority of our country) and voted for Obama. I will honestly say I am proud to say I did so. Not only did I support the fact that he was the first African-American to become president (I am half-black myself) but I believed our country was ready for a change. This step we took as a country was something so profound and guaranteed will change the rest of our elections for the future. I still do support Obama, although now the majority of his supporters do not, but I do think it's time for another round of change. As a country, we are sitting in a period of little change. We have HUGE issues here, people and they're not being taken seriously because our republican and democratic counterparts can never compromise with one another. I have strong views as a voter myself and I hope these presidential candidates have something actually legitimate and worthy to bring to the table. After chatting it up with my co-workers, I decided to do a little research myself. From what I found, there are quite a few republican candidates and that is what the debate will consist of on June 13th. To my surprise I actually found some candidates that may be worth keeping my eye on. Of all the Republicans, I agree with many of the viewpoints coming from Gary Johnson who is the former governor New Mexico. Some of his core political values consist of: pro-choice, pro-immigration, and pro-free trade. To top it off, he holds very oppositional views in comparison to his conservative Republican counterparts on topics such as drug legalization (ie, marijuana), foreign policy and civil liberties. Wow, so this guy... I definitely think is my kind of guy. I love that he has this pseudo-liberal mentality but he's a republican; pure genius. AMURican needs to take a better look at this guy, that's for sure. He's definitely one for change out of all the candidates I have researched. Sadly, he will not be involved with Monday's debate. According to Fox News (I was going to comment something here, but I decided to play it cool): "CNN said they would be applying ‘objective criteria'" within this debate so Johnson was not invited. Though he was a good sport about it. To Fox News, Johnson said: "What will be missing is the voice of those who hold an undiluted view of individual liberty... I sympathize with the millions of Americans whose beliefs will not be on display in Manchester on June 13." True that homeboy. To check out the news article for yourself I've attached the links below. Also, I'm attaching the official 2012 Presidential Candidate Web page as well. Hope y'all enjoy. Who do you think will be the best candidate? Of course, being so early in the elections I am not going to narrow down to just one candidate, I will definitely tune into the debate to see what the candidates do have to offer. It will be interesting to see two MinneSNOWtans on the podium as well: former governor Tim Pawlenty and U.S. Rep. Michele Bachman. Well that's all I have for now kiddos, sorry to get all political on you but it's something we all need to consider more often. After all, we are the PEOPLE!
Until next time....
---Alyce
Gary Johnson Excluded from June 13th Debate:
http://politics.blogs.foxnews.com/2011/06/03/gary-johnson-excluded-june-13-cnn-debate
2012 Presidential Candidates:
http://2012.presidential-candidates.org/
Until next time....
---Alyce
Gary Johnson Excluded from June 13th Debate:
http://politics.blogs.foxnews.com/2011/06/03/gary-johnson-excluded-june-13-cnn-debate
2012 Presidential Candidates:
http://2012.presidential-candidates.org/
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Long hair, don't care.
Happy Wednesday! It is such a beautiful day today in the 6-1-2, currently 78 degrees and not a cloud in sight.. err well at least from what I can see from the windows in front of me. I rolled into work (literally speaking, I'm an avid roller blade-r) and had a hard time walking in the doors because I knew my long nine hour day is just beginning. I am so amped on this amazing weather because it has been 100 degrees these past two days and I can finally BREATHE when I'm outside for once. I'm not much of a fan of the heat, but I'm not one to complain when it's here. For one, I'll remind you, I live in MinneSNOWta. It's cold here basically 8 months out of the year. It absolutely pains me when Minnesotans complain about how cold, and how freezing, and snowing, and icy, and yada yada yada about how awful this place is. Then the minute it's above 70 degrees, people are like "Oh lordy, it's SO hot. I'm having a heat-wave. I'm dehydrated. I need a pool, water, lake, an ocean, blah, blah, blah." I just want to say well: "WHY DO YOU LIVE HERE?" I'll be honest- I'm not much too keen on the cold, but I love my university (Go Gophers!) and this city a lot, so I don't complain. Besides people, if you're so concerned with how warm it is, wait 3 months and you'll have your winter jacket ready to be picked up at the dry cleaners. Guaranteed.
Though I must say, I do have one solo complaint for this humid weather. My hair. For those who I have met me, you know my hair is unlike anyone else you've met. It's brown. Haha, well I am brunette but my hair is super curly. And I mean not just really, really, really curly but very thick as well. It's a hot mess. With humidity in the mix, my hair likes to do it's own thing- aka blow up like an afro. So cute, right? NOT. I love to hate it, but at the same time I hate to love it. It's just our relationship. Currently, I am growing my hair out (it's about shoulder length) and this will probably take me a couple years. My hair grows SO slow. There was only one other time when I can recall having short hair and that story is one that I will never forget. I was probably about 10 years old and my cousin was having a hotel/pool party (which was the cool type of party to have when you were in elementary school, duh). I recall it was a friends and family get-together so my mom got my siblings and me a hotel room for the weekend along with the rest of our extended family. Just like any crazy, over-exuberant child at the mere age of 10, I lived for going swimming and anything with water. My cousins and I stayed in that pool all weekend and only left to eat, pee (er, maybe not even), or whenever our parents could rally us all together for bedtime. Now at this point in my life, my hair was even curlier than what it is today because it was virgin hair (and in more than one way). Also, I was in that stage in between the little kid age and puberty so I was becoming more independent and didn't want my mom to do a-nay-thing for me. I did my own hair, I picked out my own clothes, I made my own decisions; it was all ME! When my mother finally did drag me out of the pool, she told me I needed to shower. And I did, but just not a very good job of it. Since my hair was so extremely curly, brushing through it was very difficult unless someone else did it for me. Obviously, that wasn't going to be happening. Being the over-caffeinated (parties=soda) and now overly exhausted young human being I was, I immediately passed out after my shower with little to no attempt on brushing through my still chlorinated hair. Idea mala (I like to whip out Spanglish at many random times, the story behind that will come another time). I didn't think much of it the next day as we packed up our bags to go to home but little did I know, something was brewing in the back of my head and it wasn't pretty. That little something was a knot. This little knot, turned into a really big knot over the course of time unfortunately. Being in my weird "I do what I want stage" my mother had no idea, I didn't really have any either because I wore my hair the same every single day: tied back, in a ponytail. A couple months passed and it was beginning to be that time for... (dun, dun, dun) A haircut. My mom scheduled an appointment for my younger sister and me at a nice salon downtown. One of her friends, Kathy, from high school worked as a hair stylist there and little did she know this haircut was probably going to be one of the worst she's ever endeavored. So the shampooing and conditioning went the same and fine as always but when the cutting began, that's a whole different story. Kathy found the little knot which now had transpired into this larger more like 4 inch long knot growing in the back of my head. Startled, she asked me, "Alyce, what is this?!" I asked in shock, "what are you talking about?" My mother came around the back of my head and shouted, "Alyce! What have you been doing to your hair?! There's a massive knot in the back!" My eyes were instantaneously wide, I had no idea what sort of trouble I was getting myself into. There goes my "I do what I want" way of life out the window. Well since this knot was so large and in charge, there was only one thing Kathy could do: cut it. And, cutting this gigantic knot meant I would have to cut the rest of my long curly hair to match the absence of my benign hair tumor. It was such a sad day. Not only did my mother yell at me for not "doing what I want" in the "correct fashion" but now I had hair that was just a shy centimeter below my ears. I hated it. SO much. But I maintained my "I do what I want" mentality and told all my friends the next day how I've always wanted short hair and of course everyone believed me. And, for those who knew the truth (aka my mother), the story never got old for her and she went on to tell everyone we saw for the next few months exactly why my hair was so short. Needless to say, I spent the next 10 years or so growing it out since my hair follicles just like to do their own thing. It was the longest it's ever been last year until I had it cut short-er (not as short as you know, that one time). Now, I'll probably be spending the next ten years waiting for my hair to get to where I want it to be. Until next time...
---Alyce
Though I must say, I do have one solo complaint for this humid weather. My hair. For those who I have met me, you know my hair is unlike anyone else you've met. It's brown. Haha, well I am brunette but my hair is super curly. And I mean not just really, really, really curly but very thick as well. It's a hot mess. With humidity in the mix, my hair likes to do it's own thing- aka blow up like an afro. So cute, right? NOT. I love to hate it, but at the same time I hate to love it. It's just our relationship. Currently, I am growing my hair out (it's about shoulder length) and this will probably take me a couple years. My hair grows SO slow. There was only one other time when I can recall having short hair and that story is one that I will never forget. I was probably about 10 years old and my cousin was having a hotel/pool party (which was the cool type of party to have when you were in elementary school, duh). I recall it was a friends and family get-together so my mom got my siblings and me a hotel room for the weekend along with the rest of our extended family. Just like any crazy, over-exuberant child at the mere age of 10, I lived for going swimming and anything with water. My cousins and I stayed in that pool all weekend and only left to eat, pee (er, maybe not even), or whenever our parents could rally us all together for bedtime. Now at this point in my life, my hair was even curlier than what it is today because it was virgin hair (and in more than one way). Also, I was in that stage in between the little kid age and puberty so I was becoming more independent and didn't want my mom to do a-nay-thing for me. I did my own hair, I picked out my own clothes, I made my own decisions; it was all ME! When my mother finally did drag me out of the pool, she told me I needed to shower. And I did, but just not a very good job of it. Since my hair was so extremely curly, brushing through it was very difficult unless someone else did it for me. Obviously, that wasn't going to be happening. Being the over-caffeinated (parties=soda) and now overly exhausted young human being I was, I immediately passed out after my shower with little to no attempt on brushing through my still chlorinated hair. Idea mala (I like to whip out Spanglish at many random times, the story behind that will come another time). I didn't think much of it the next day as we packed up our bags to go to home but little did I know, something was brewing in the back of my head and it wasn't pretty. That little something was a knot. This little knot, turned into a really big knot over the course of time unfortunately. Being in my weird "I do what I want stage" my mother had no idea, I didn't really have any either because I wore my hair the same every single day: tied back, in a ponytail. A couple months passed and it was beginning to be that time for... (dun, dun, dun) A haircut. My mom scheduled an appointment for my younger sister and me at a nice salon downtown. One of her friends, Kathy, from high school worked as a hair stylist there and little did she know this haircut was probably going to be one of the worst she's ever endeavored. So the shampooing and conditioning went the same and fine as always but when the cutting began, that's a whole different story. Kathy found the little knot which now had transpired into this larger more like 4 inch long knot growing in the back of my head. Startled, she asked me, "Alyce, what is this?!" I asked in shock, "what are you talking about?" My mother came around the back of my head and shouted, "Alyce! What have you been doing to your hair?! There's a massive knot in the back!" My eyes were instantaneously wide, I had no idea what sort of trouble I was getting myself into. There goes my "I do what I want" way of life out the window. Well since this knot was so large and in charge, there was only one thing Kathy could do: cut it. And, cutting this gigantic knot meant I would have to cut the rest of my long curly hair to match the absence of my benign hair tumor. It was such a sad day. Not only did my mother yell at me for not "doing what I want" in the "correct fashion" but now I had hair that was just a shy centimeter below my ears. I hated it. SO much. But I maintained my "I do what I want" mentality and told all my friends the next day how I've always wanted short hair and of course everyone believed me. And, for those who knew the truth (aka my mother), the story never got old for her and she went on to tell everyone we saw for the next few months exactly why my hair was so short. Needless to say, I spent the next 10 years or so growing it out since my hair follicles just like to do their own thing. It was the longest it's ever been last year until I had it cut short-er (not as short as you know, that one time). Now, I'll probably be spending the next ten years waiting for my hair to get to where I want it to be. Until next time...
---Alyce
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
First Entry
Well, where to begin? I am currently sitting at my place of employment, Hubert H. Humphrey School of Public Affairs in which I am the "face of the office" aka the front desk student worker. Yay me. So why you may ask, am I doing this? I am actually asking myself this same question right about now. The truth is I don't really know. Is it because it's yet another "trend of our modern 2011 age" or perhaps I am trying to boost my resume for some odd reason. Undoubtedly, I will say I made this executive decision because in simple terms, I am bored out of my mind. Seriously. So my fancy-shmancy workplace may sound very important and frugal (which it is to be honest) but as a student employee, I am merely on the bottom the worker food-chain. My coworkers and I cater to all the staff's needs, may they be big and small, we do it all. Okay, I'm sounding too much like a children's story book and almost beginning to annoy myself.... anyways. Overall, the main tasks of my job extend to answering the phone, checking and sending emails, sorting and distributing mail, and "maintaining" the printers and copiers. I say "maintain" because I really don't know how the hell to work those damn things and neither do 99.8% of the people in this office. Though I shouldn't complain, after all I do have a job which can be very hard to come by in our country's current economic state. With that said, I should actually elude to the fact that it isn't just a recession within the U.S. of A but most definitely the rest of the world as well (which have it a lot worst then the majority of us aMURicans, that's for sure). As so many thoughts are flowing through my (very ADD) mind (as usual), I can't help but want to go off onto the another tangent. It's one of my many talents... but as this is MY personal blog, I am just going to do what I want and live my motto of functional disorganization. It's a great way to live by (and no I'm not being biased in way, shape or form), trust me.
Well, now that you all know SO much about my exciting day job, I'll get down to the nitty-gritty of who I really am or at least how I perceive myself. I am 21 years young (I don't say old) and living in the beautiful city of Minneapolis. I don't like to refer to the word 'old' because I had a quarter-life crisis when I turned 21 this year. Don't laugh, this is serious stuff. First off, I am half way to 42. EW. That goes without saying that I don't have any actual age to look forward to for the rest of my life. My mom thinks I'm crazy. "You're so young and beautiful. And "Oh, but all of the perks of being at such a prime age!" Like oh my god, I can finally drink legally. Whoopy-fricken-do. It's not all that amazing, I've been drinking for probably 6 years already (yeah I was an early bloomer) so alcohol is really nothing new to me. Now, I should probably clear up the fact that I am not an alcoholic either- drinking for 6 years at the age of 21 makes me sound a tad bit like a boozer. I'll be honest, I can be at times but hey I'm an aMURrican college student aka a functional alcoholic. Just kidding, Mom! It is currently the beginning of the summer. I'm just living the usual summer life: work, sleep, play (and no class!). This season marks my second summer staying up in Minneapolis. I'm pretty excited for summer as any normal person naturally is. Minneapolis summers are exceedingly better than those back in my hometown of Sheboygan, Wisconsin. Yes, Sheboygan is real place, with actual people (50,000 to be exact), and is located six hours from the Twin Cities. It's right on Lake Michigan and known for it's brats, beaches, beer, boozin', bars, bitches (pardon my french), and GOLF! It really is a nice city, just not my style anymore. As my friends and I are all starting to move in different directions, onto bigger and brighter places (such as Chicago, St. Louis, and Milwaukee to name a few) not many hang around during the summer. Though the greater majority of us always meet up together once a year in the summer to celebrate (in my opinion) Sheboygan's most coveted celebration of the 4th of July. Perhaps my friends I enjoy it so much for the Freedom 5k Run which begins at the crack of dawn (aka 8:00 en la manana). Oh wait, the majority of us are all too hungover to participate in that one. Or maybe it's the lovely parade which goes through "downtown" on 8th Street. Or the Boat Regatta on the Sheboygan River in which idiots make cardboard boats and "race" each other for a grand prize (aka who has the thickest cardboard boat and ends up floating the longest). Nonetheless, I think what my friends and I enjoy the most is spending quality time together at North Beach. It's safe to say, the majority of kids ages 14-23 can be found on the beach, doing what us Sheboyganites do best: day drinking. Maybe times are changing, maybe these kiddos are getting smarter or maybe even dumber (possibly more likely) and this age bracket has fluctuated a bit. I am nothing but an old grandma, what would I know? Either way, it is a great time and I can honestly say every year I can't wait for this celebration to come. After all what's there not to love about being a proud aMURican? Exactly.
Well, I did exactly what I said I wouldn't do. I went off on some random tangent as usual when I was supposed to be describing myself. The truth is, I can't just pick out random characteristics and say "I'm this or I'm that." Collectively, I am a bunch of things, I'm never consistent. But respect is value I hold dear to myself and live my life everyday by its virtues. I don't judge other people as other people shouldn't judge me because I have not walked a second in their shoes and nor have they done the same for me. I can say I am very genuine and hate to lie (but at times those white lies do come out, only when necessary). This blog isn't to preach how I think and want others to act. Everyone is unique in their own individual way that's what makes our world so beautiful. As I am bringing my first entry to a close, I want this blog to merely be a way to make my expression public to whoever would care to read it. If anyone. I'm completely satisfied with just being able to make my thoughts expressed into a written form. I'm not trying to become the next Perez Hilton. I'm just myself, Alyce Adams. I know I will not become this amazing celebrity who became "something from nothing." No, no, no. For one, I am not that ignorant. People who legitimately think they're going to be (or already are) famous from some blogging website make me wanna pee from laughing so hard. In reality, basically 3.2 people actually know you- come on, get with the program! It's okay, our world needs individuals like these to mix things up and make it interesting. As for now, there is plenty more time and space for me to express who exactly I am and how my crazy, twisted, yet simple life has come to be where it is right now. I am not too sure what I want to do with my life, nor who exactly I am, but I can honestly say I am happy at this point in time and that's all that matters to me right now. Until next time...
---Alyce
Well, now that you all know SO much about my exciting day job, I'll get down to the nitty-gritty of who I really am or at least how I perceive myself. I am 21 years young (I don't say old) and living in the beautiful city of Minneapolis. I don't like to refer to the word 'old' because I had a quarter-life crisis when I turned 21 this year. Don't laugh, this is serious stuff. First off, I am half way to 42. EW. That goes without saying that I don't have any actual age to look forward to for the rest of my life. My mom thinks I'm crazy. "You're so young and beautiful. And "Oh, but all of the perks of being at such a prime age!" Like oh my god, I can finally drink legally. Whoopy-fricken-do. It's not all that amazing, I've been drinking for probably 6 years already (yeah I was an early bloomer) so alcohol is really nothing new to me. Now, I should probably clear up the fact that I am not an alcoholic either- drinking for 6 years at the age of 21 makes me sound a tad bit like a boozer. I'll be honest, I can be at times but hey I'm an aMURrican college student aka a functional alcoholic. Just kidding, Mom! It is currently the beginning of the summer. I'm just living the usual summer life: work, sleep, play (and no class!). This season marks my second summer staying up in Minneapolis. I'm pretty excited for summer as any normal person naturally is. Minneapolis summers are exceedingly better than those back in my hometown of Sheboygan, Wisconsin. Yes, Sheboygan is real place, with actual people (50,000 to be exact), and is located six hours from the Twin Cities. It's right on Lake Michigan and known for it's brats, beaches, beer, boozin', bars, bitches (pardon my french), and GOLF! It really is a nice city, just not my style anymore. As my friends and I are all starting to move in different directions, onto bigger and brighter places (such as Chicago, St. Louis, and Milwaukee to name a few) not many hang around during the summer. Though the greater majority of us always meet up together once a year in the summer to celebrate (in my opinion) Sheboygan's most coveted celebration of the 4th of July. Perhaps my friends I enjoy it so much for the Freedom 5k Run which begins at the crack of dawn (aka 8:00 en la manana). Oh wait, the majority of us are all too hungover to participate in that one. Or maybe it's the lovely parade which goes through "downtown" on 8th Street. Or the Boat Regatta on the Sheboygan River in which idiots make cardboard boats and "race" each other for a grand prize (aka who has the thickest cardboard boat and ends up floating the longest). Nonetheless, I think what my friends and I enjoy the most is spending quality time together at North Beach. It's safe to say, the majority of kids ages 14-23 can be found on the beach, doing what us Sheboyganites do best: day drinking. Maybe times are changing, maybe these kiddos are getting smarter or maybe even dumber (possibly more likely) and this age bracket has fluctuated a bit. I am nothing but an old grandma, what would I know? Either way, it is a great time and I can honestly say every year I can't wait for this celebration to come. After all what's there not to love about being a proud aMURican? Exactly.
Well, I did exactly what I said I wouldn't do. I went off on some random tangent as usual when I was supposed to be describing myself. The truth is, I can't just pick out random characteristics and say "I'm this or I'm that." Collectively, I am a bunch of things, I'm never consistent. But respect is value I hold dear to myself and live my life everyday by its virtues. I don't judge other people as other people shouldn't judge me because I have not walked a second in their shoes and nor have they done the same for me. I can say I am very genuine and hate to lie (but at times those white lies do come out, only when necessary). This blog isn't to preach how I think and want others to act. Everyone is unique in their own individual way that's what makes our world so beautiful. As I am bringing my first entry to a close, I want this blog to merely be a way to make my expression public to whoever would care to read it. If anyone. I'm completely satisfied with just being able to make my thoughts expressed into a written form. I'm not trying to become the next Perez Hilton. I'm just myself, Alyce Adams. I know I will not become this amazing celebrity who became "something from nothing." No, no, no. For one, I am not that ignorant. People who legitimately think they're going to be (or already are) famous from some blogging website make me wanna pee from laughing so hard. In reality, basically 3.2 people actually know you- come on, get with the program! It's okay, our world needs individuals like these to mix things up and make it interesting. As for now, there is plenty more time and space for me to express who exactly I am and how my crazy, twisted, yet simple life has come to be where it is right now. I am not too sure what I want to do with my life, nor who exactly I am, but I can honestly say I am happy at this point in time and that's all that matters to me right now. Until next time...
---Alyce
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