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Name: Denisha
Gender: Female
Interests: Writing. Reading. Internet. Videogames. Anime. Poetry. People.
Expertise: Writing.
Occupation: Being awesome.
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Member Since:
3/25/2007
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| Best parts of GTA (so far):
Hands down, beating people up.
Cutting off people who cut me off.
Waiting for something to say something and throwing down.
Listening to the social commentary of the whole game (the surprising anti-conservatism)
Chuckling at the picture in the bowling alley
The diff. music stations
Lol, finding women online Surprisingly, not awesome parts:
Driving drunk
Running from the police
Having a home
Having a girlfriend (how fun can it really be with like, only four places to take her to?)
Buying clothes
Taking a taxi
Shooting people (As opposed to the good, old fashion way) | | |
| I'm, strangely enough, mildly sick of art. I know. I'm sick of music. I'm sick of feeling. I'm sick of irony. I mean, look at Bob Dylan for example. He was such a "fake" and poseur when he tried out new forms of music. He was looked down upon by all of these people attempting to tell him the meanings of his own songs. It's almost become cliche to do something that isn't sad and impossible to understand. I'm so sick of it being ok to throw some crap on a paper and then explain what it means for twenty minutes. If you have to tell me what your art means don't bother. I don't care about your symbolism. I don't care about your metaphor. I think that symbolism is put there to be layered. I think it's a kind of watermark of the artist so they can smile by all of the people who don't get it and laugh at what a good joke they've made. Not so you can use it as a redeeming quality and pretend like you're just so far out that people can't understand. I guess what I'm really saying, and all I'm saying, is that not everyone that plays guitar is a musician. Not everyone that can paint is a pop artist. Not everyone that can write is a poet. And not everyone that smoked pot in the sixties was a hippie. I bet some of them, even if only one, wasn't a pacifist. One time, a friend told me that he saw some guy make the most wildest, eclectic piece of art (really a sculpture kind of thing) for this contest. When he won, he admitted that he put together the most exclusive and ridiculous things, just to see if he would win. I think that says a lot. | | |
| 21. Find the most amazing-nest glasses ever.
20. Start drinking coffee. (everyone else in America does it)
19. Become cool.
18. Get a real job.
17. Get something, ANYTHING, published.
16. Get some form of transportation.....other than the bus.
15. Start washing my hair regularly.
14. Be eligible to join the Facebook Group "I've made out with Mickey Avalon" (did you see his new commercial? awesomeness)
13. Get my tattoo.
12. Move out of this crappy town.
11. Find someone.
10. Finish college.
9. Travel outside of the country.
8. Take a road trip. (hopefully to San Fran)
7. Find some kind of alternate college.
6. Become sane.
5. Finish an actual story (even if it's only a rough draft)
4. Stop being so painfully nice.
3. Find a Janis Joplin t-shirt.
2. Get a Zune.
1. Get a life. | | |
| I wanted to write a weblog about the Perks of Being A Wallflower. I guess, it deserves a weblog. It deserves more than one. In fact, if I had a million weblogs to write I would write them all but, I'll do this one and leave it alone. There's this part that's always bothered me. I wrote about it a journal awhile ago but...
It's the part where Charlie talks about how everything that he likes, will always be liked by someone else:
"And all the books you’ve read
have been read by other people. And all the songs
you’ve loved have been heard by other
people. And that girl that’s
pretty to you is pretty other people."
I guess it bugs me because it's so true. When I die, I want to impact someone. I want to know that someone will be sad. I want to know that my husband will never look at another one again. I want to know that my best friend will visit my grave every day. It's not that I want people to be sad. I want people to not mind being sad. I always hate watching those talk shows where people talk about "working" on their relationships and bending and melding to the other's standards. I want someone to take me as I am. I know it's selfish but I AM. That's the point. I'm selfish and jealous and guilty and gullible and anxious and I want someone to be ok with that. Isn't that what we work for? People to accept us. Now they have all of these pills so people can accept us. I suppose it makes it easier.
"Are you socially unstable? Here...let this quickly rememdy that while I suck away everything that makes you interesting in the mean time.."
And I must admit, as much as I make fun of them, I want to be accepted by them.
I just want someone that's wholly mine. | | |
| Is it wrong to say that women shouldn't dye their hair with age? I think it's horribly degrading. You're hiding the fact that you're mature and older. You get older and you get grey hair. It's a part of life. It's like cutting off the frizzy/soft baby hair you get around the edges of hair when you're five. And then people try and make it seem like they have some grand reason. The truth is that people want to fit in with other people. Have fun and don't get angry when I tell you that. | | |
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