Cuffing Season

Okay, so all I’m hearing back to back about “cuffing season”. Cuffing season is a period of time when a man chooses to secure a female for “arm candy” or companionship.

I think it’s pretty hilarious, but in some ways people take it super seriously…. It’s a time where you find that someone who stick with for a while, Not just a best friend or a sibling, but that potential “special” person. Maybe a future gf or boo thang or cuddle buddy. No matter how bitter or uninterested girls may look, they are all looking for that boy to “cuff”.

The winter is a long and cold time of year and what better way to spent it than snuggling up to that one you’ve been crushing on for some time now. There’s really nothing to lose and more to gain by just asking that girl on a day out, or just for a drive. Here’s some tips for asking her…

1. Smell nice…i mean not going overboard with the axe, but one spray is enough,

2. Dress appropriately…I don’t understand what it is about sagging, but when you go up to a girl with your pants hanging off your butt, it shows that you don’t respect her.

3. Mannerism is extremely necessary…Depending on how long you have know each other, really effects how you treat her. But, stepping up with a smile, and a compliment will really get those hearts strings pulling :)

Interracial Relationships (Black Girls and White Guys)

Okay, I really wanted to upload a video on this, because I have so many feelings toward this topic, but I am in noooo shape for anyone to see me now and for my laziness, I will instead write it out :)

My first question to myself is, "Why am I constantly seeing white girls and black guys, but not vise versa?" It never bugged me, but when I ask around, people just shrug their shoulders as if they've never thought about it - or otherwise, that they dont care. >insert very aggravated face<

Well, I care. Why are white women so content to date outside of their race, and not black women. Then, I thought about possible reasons. I once asked my friend Kristin why she dated a black guy - not offensively, just out of curiosity. She stared off in space for a while, and said, "I don't know. It's just different I guess. My dad would never actually feel comfortable with someone 'darker'." she looked a bit sheepish, "And he has great muscles."

Then, it hit me! I got a lot of information out of two things that she said in her explanation.
1. She said that her father wouldn't feel comfortable with the idea, and that he would rather have her date someone else. I believe that he had no intent on racism, but it still stings when people say stuff like that. Especially with no logical reason.
Now, I know you may say that it could be just her, how can I make a general statement like this? - The answer to that is that she is not the only one I've asked and I have heard that answer about 5 times already. A lot of white girls date black guys just to rebel their parents! I mean, wow. I'm not saying there isn't an attraction, but the reason is fueled by a disagreement from their parents.

2. She said that he has "great muscles". Hmm, wow. I really don't blame her for that, because there are lot of black men who have exeptional...um...accents.

Well...moving on.

(Megan Goode is not a good example, but
I had to post this picture)

I anways wanted to ask white men why they don't like black women. I'm not saying that there are absolutely no white men who like black women, but it's very hard to find any with that preference. I blame most of it on the black women. The way that the majority of us act. When people think of black women, the automatic response is LOUD, GHETTO, DEMANDING, and BOSSY.
I really can't explain how angry it makes me feel to see women who act so ignorant and boisterous. I just want to go up and ask them why do they continue this behavior? It doesn't make them look intelligent at all. Do they understand that it makes all of us intelectual and respectable black girls have to work even harder not to be known as that loud black girl.
Believe it or not, it is in fact harder for us in important interviews for jobs and ivy league colleges. We have to prove ourselves that we can be an asset to society. It is a very frustrating thing because some people think that they have to treat me a little different than everyone else because I'm black.

(sigh) I'm off topic, but this is me. Personally, I'm like EFF SOCIETY. I don't care about how others think about me, and I would rather do things that are not the norm for the average teen. I love all different kind of guys. White, black, korean, hispanic, emo/punk, goth, sk8r, nerd, and chill. I just don't like the undertoned discrimination that goes on.

Hott emo guy :)

Anyway, I think that's why white guys kind of overloook black girls...because of the stereotypes. Black boys call me a "valley girl" because I am able to hit it off with pretty much anyone, regardless of race. Usually it's supposed to be an insult, but I take it in a different way. To them, it means that I think I'm too good for them (which may be true) but I choose to take the name to a different perspective.

FYI he is the cutest thing I have ever seen -->

This post was not aimed to judge or offend anyone, just to spill out the thoughts that were raping (sorry for the innappropriate use of words) my mind :)  Please leave comments because I want to know eveyones perspective on this post.

Cleaning My Room

Oh, where to start, where to start....

I have to say when my room is bad, it's pretty darn bad. You see, I'm not a dirty person, not at all. At school I'm very organized and you would never think that my room would be anything but. As soon as I walk in, I feel a wave of, I really need to clean this room, but I always find something else more interesting to claim my attention. I never get around  to it until my mother pulls out the empty threats. Like, I'll take away you cell phone or you can't go to the movies this weekend...but, both of us know that she will do no such thing. She can rant and rave, but I just clean my room anyways to humor her and to keep her blood pressure low.
When I do get around to starting, I have no idea how to start. So, I pull out a sheet of paper, and write down a bunch of things I know I need to do.
1. Put dirty clothes in hamper
2. Put clean clothes in closet
3. Make up Bed... and so on etc.
I usually have around 10 things on my list and by the time everything is done its about 45 minutes after I began. Well, when all things on my list are checked off I believe I'm in the clear, until I look up and realize that I am nowhere close to being done. I get overwhelmed with stress as I take deep breathes trying not to hyperventilate over the cloud that was placed over my head, pushing out the relief I felt before.
And then, I get to work again. (sigh) Speaking of which, I think I should start this awful task now.

(sigh) Bella Swan is incredibly stupid. period.

I have recently reread Twilighth for my 127th time. The first few times I readit, I fell in love eith the characters instantly, but after you read a book more than 10 times, you start to notice little things that just tcks you off. It's not like i'm one of those obsessive people who makes this come up in every single one of their conversation, i just love the mood swings it takes me through. The way it was written was incredible, and I feel that Stephanie Meyer has to be one of my favorite people because of it. But, just because I liked the style doesn't mean that I like the story.

It begins with a very boring girl who is moving from sun to clouds and isn't likey. There is nothing interesting about her and she is horribly clumsy, like, unable to walk across a flat surface clumsy. The first thing I wondered is how in the world did she survive 17  years of her life. It is obvious she is a hazard to herself, and everyone else around her. But, i give so much credit to her mother because she is truly a miracle child.

Another thing about Bella Swan is that even though throughout the whole book she is sayin how independent and strong she is, she practicaly melts when this creepy, scary guys lurks up on her all the time. One minute he tries to have a great conversation, and the next he wants to eat her!!! What kind of mess is that? I believe from the very moment she figured out he was a vampire and red light should have definitely went off. I know every woman has dreamed of the beautifula vampire sneaking into her room at night and feasting upon her neck, but in this novel, drinking blood wasn't what it's all cracked up to be. It was a sure way to die.
To tell the truth, he was easy to fall for and his intelligents and old spirit matched up with hers completely. The pair had a strong bond and any sane person would say that they belonged together, but I think it would have been safer to be life long friends. She had to have realized that most of her attraction was due to him saving her life and his "vampire charm".

Something else that caught my attention in the novel was that she caused a lot of hell. So many things were at stake because of her. it seemed that the book had nothing to do with anything else except from someone -everyone- risking their life for her. Behind Alice, Rosalie had to be my favorite because she was real with what she said and realistic with the dangers Bella and Edward had caused.

But in the end, if there was anyway I could have took her position, I would have most definitely ended up with Jacob. If I ever planned to have some kind of future with children and grandchildren...with real jobs...with friends other than the Cullens...with some kind of access to the real world. Jacob would never ever have left Bella even if circumstances weren't safe, he would try his best. Yes, he was still a bit of a child at heart, but he was quickly maturing throughout the books. She would have never had to upset her father, and leave her family.

I guess, truth is me and Bellal Swan are totally different people. She liked isolation and loneliness. I just want to live life to the absolute fullest.

I Do Not Like Math Class

You walk into calculus and you try to put your game-face on. You choose your seat wisely, and you try to get your mind prepared for another endless journey into a confusing array of numbers and phrases. You take out your notebook, and you tell yourself, I will NOT fall asleep today. You are DETERMINED to learn. You think, this is it...it cant be as bad as yesterday's class. But, you have utterly lied to yourself. Not only is it as bad as last class, it's worse because she tells you NOT to take notes to get you FULL attention. "Flag on the play! -Marquise Jones" WHAT KIND OF MESS IS THAT??? It makes positively NO SENSE whatsoever. You lean in and ask your friend if she's on crack, because the logic to that is completely off the wall.

You want to be a good student, but around 15 minutes you just dont really have the motivation you did when you first walked in. You are constantly looking at the teacher...then at the clock...the teacher...the clocke...teacher...clock...teacher. IT FEELS LIKE FOREVER! You feel that you have reached maximum capasity of boredness. You feel your eyes drooping into a coma, and its only been 30 minutes. With that very thought, you feel like you will lose your mind. You ask to leave for water, you come back...you start to fidget again, so you decide one more time to listen......you swear she's speaking Japenese. Okay, you try one. last. time.

RING!!!!!!! You awake with slobber on your desk