How often I will write on this blog I have no idea. I have the one on tumblr that I think I might end up moving over here. I kinda like tumblr but I don't really enjoy the fact that it's so limiting. I don't blog often. I usually wait until I have something to bitch about and then I let it fly. Sometimes I blog about things that make no sense to anyone but me but that's ok. I don't follow a theme and I don't care about readers. If you want to follow me, great. I'll follow you back. If you don't, that's ok too. I'm not a professional blogger and I don't plan to make any money off of it or to make it my life. Frankly, life is already busy enough without forcing one more thing on my plate.
The look of this space is definitely temporary. The templates are boring as fuck and I need a blog as colorful as I am or at least as colorful as the language that comes flying out of my fingertips.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Judge Me For the Poor Grammar...
I'll judge you back for being a twatwaffle and caring so damn much about it. Judge my daughter for her Facebook status riddled with errors and thinking you are cool for correcting every single thing she writes, I'll hunt you down and smack the shit out of your mother.
I have never really felt the need to explain shit before but since the grammar police are now picking on a 13 year old, I find it necessary to say something. I'm happy for you if grammar and spelling come easy to you but that is not the case for everyone. Facebook groups like this http://www.facebook.com/pages/Poor-grammar-is-the-sign-of-a-lazy-mind/309313378828?v=wall&viewas=0 and all the "lazy" rhetoric I hear and see on twitter make my blood boil at times. I never say a word though because I don't have to agree with you all. I like the fact that I follow people I don't always agree with and some (HELLO SARAH PALIN!) I don't even like, but I try to keep my mind open always to what other people think and what other people feel. No minds will ever be changed over any topic if one doesn't keep an open mind. So, open your minds for a moment please...
I stopped keeping a public blog awhile back. There are many reasons for it, but one is that I didn't want to constantly edit myself and re-read everything over and over again to make sure it was "well-written." It was agonizing to edit it and if it's agonizing, it's not much fun is it? When I decided to open a Twitter account that was public, I decided that I wasn't going to agonize over 140 fucking characters. Twitter is my outlet. It will be my outlet, mistakes and all. See I'm not lazy, not even close. I am capable of working and being a student and in those capacities, I edit like a mother fucker. I read what I write over and over again. I spell check and I read out loud EVERY thing that I write. I agonize over it because it matters when it comes to work. It matters when it comes to school. It does NOT matter to me when it comes to Twitter. It does NOT matter to me when it comes to Tumblr. If the errors drive you crazy, don't follow me. I'm grown. I can handle it. In fact, I doubt i'll even notice you are gone unless I interact with you on a regular basis. Then again, If I do talk to you, I doubt this post applies to you anyway. I don't track who unfollows me so I won't call you out.
Now my daughter in comparison to me is vastly different. We share the same learning disabilities although mine are more mild. The difference being she has had interventions since 1st grade because this Twatwaffle (ME) was on that shit like white on rice. Those interventions have made a MAJOR difference in her life. She has gone from being years behind in reading, to almost on grade level. She made honor roll last quarter. I had no interventions.
This daughter is my emotional child. She is smart and she is beautiful. She is artistic and she writes stories and she writes poems. She loves and wants to be loved by everyone. Her giving and loving nature scares the shit out of me to be honest. I have to educate her on life so hopefully people don't take advantage of her kindness. The world is fucked up and people are fucked up, she knows this but she will ALWAYS ALWAYS find the beauty in someone. She will NEVER point out a person's flaws (unless you're her brother then it's game on!). I doubt she even sees them. She wounds easily. When people judge her for her difficulties in school or because of her spelling, it HURTS her to the core of her being. She has ALWAYS felt that she isn't good enough or smart enough because of douchenozzles that insist on pointing out her imperfections in this area. People have said if only she worked harder, used the spell check, etc. To those people I say FUCK YOU!
My "lazy" child works harder than most people I know. When she has a paper assigned at school she spends HOURS on it to do the best job she can. She IS trying and is doing the best to HER ability. She spell checks but that doesn't help if you spell words phonetically. She writes and re-writes and she never waits until the last minute because she can't. It's not an option for her and she knows this about herself. I have to force her to go to bed most of the time because she wants to do her best work. Work harder? I really don't think that would be possible.
Next time you decide to make a blind statement about someone because of their shitty spelling or poor grammar, I hope for a moment you think about my daughter. Think about how hard she works and how far she's come. I hope if you ever meet someone like her that instead of focusing on what she doesn't do right, you see her for the beautiful soul that she is and point out to her all her wonderful qualities. I hope you remind her it is MUCH more important to be a giving and kind person then to win a spelling bee or be good at taking tests. I hope you tell her that more people should strive to be like her because this fucked up world would be a MUCH better place to live in if more people were like her. Feel free to use the word "fucked" because she's heard it plenty. :)
This 13 year old girl, is my fucking hero. I wish I could be more like her. Maybe then I would be a little less pissed off and a little more of a ray of fucking sunshine.
Reposted from my tumblr account. Original post from 1/12/11
I have never really felt the need to explain shit before but since the grammar police are now picking on a 13 year old, I find it necessary to say something. I'm happy for you if grammar and spelling come easy to you but that is not the case for everyone. Facebook groups like this http://www.facebook.com/pages/Poor-grammar-is-the-sign-of-a-lazy-mind/309313378828?v=wall&viewas=0 and all the "lazy" rhetoric I hear and see on twitter make my blood boil at times. I never say a word though because I don't have to agree with you all. I like the fact that I follow people I don't always agree with and some (HELLO SARAH PALIN!) I don't even like, but I try to keep my mind open always to what other people think and what other people feel. No minds will ever be changed over any topic if one doesn't keep an open mind. So, open your minds for a moment please...
I stopped keeping a public blog awhile back. There are many reasons for it, but one is that I didn't want to constantly edit myself and re-read everything over and over again to make sure it was "well-written." It was agonizing to edit it and if it's agonizing, it's not much fun is it? When I decided to open a Twitter account that was public, I decided that I wasn't going to agonize over 140 fucking characters. Twitter is my outlet. It will be my outlet, mistakes and all. See I'm not lazy, not even close. I am capable of working and being a student and in those capacities, I edit like a mother fucker. I read what I write over and over again. I spell check and I read out loud EVERY thing that I write. I agonize over it because it matters when it comes to work. It matters when it comes to school. It does NOT matter to me when it comes to Twitter. It does NOT matter to me when it comes to Tumblr. If the errors drive you crazy, don't follow me. I'm grown. I can handle it. In fact, I doubt i'll even notice you are gone unless I interact with you on a regular basis. Then again, If I do talk to you, I doubt this post applies to you anyway. I don't track who unfollows me so I won't call you out.
Now my daughter in comparison to me is vastly different. We share the same learning disabilities although mine are more mild. The difference being she has had interventions since 1st grade because this Twatwaffle (ME) was on that shit like white on rice. Those interventions have made a MAJOR difference in her life. She has gone from being years behind in reading, to almost on grade level. She made honor roll last quarter. I had no interventions.
This daughter is my emotional child. She is smart and she is beautiful. She is artistic and she writes stories and she writes poems. She loves and wants to be loved by everyone. Her giving and loving nature scares the shit out of me to be honest. I have to educate her on life so hopefully people don't take advantage of her kindness. The world is fucked up and people are fucked up, she knows this but she will ALWAYS ALWAYS find the beauty in someone. She will NEVER point out a person's flaws (unless you're her brother then it's game on!). I doubt she even sees them. She wounds easily. When people judge her for her difficulties in school or because of her spelling, it HURTS her to the core of her being. She has ALWAYS felt that she isn't good enough or smart enough because of douchenozzles that insist on pointing out her imperfections in this area. People have said if only she worked harder, used the spell check, etc. To those people I say FUCK YOU!
My "lazy" child works harder than most people I know. When she has a paper assigned at school she spends HOURS on it to do the best job she can. She IS trying and is doing the best to HER ability. She spell checks but that doesn't help if you spell words phonetically. She writes and re-writes and she never waits until the last minute because she can't. It's not an option for her and she knows this about herself. I have to force her to go to bed most of the time because she wants to do her best work. Work harder? I really don't think that would be possible.
Next time you decide to make a blind statement about someone because of their shitty spelling or poor grammar, I hope for a moment you think about my daughter. Think about how hard she works and how far she's come. I hope if you ever meet someone like her that instead of focusing on what she doesn't do right, you see her for the beautiful soul that she is and point out to her all her wonderful qualities. I hope you remind her it is MUCH more important to be a giving and kind person then to win a spelling bee or be good at taking tests. I hope you tell her that more people should strive to be like her because this fucked up world would be a MUCH better place to live in if more people were like her. Feel free to use the word "fucked" because she's heard it plenty. :)
This 13 year old girl, is my fucking hero. I wish I could be more like her. Maybe then I would be a little less pissed off and a little more of a ray of fucking sunshine.
Reposted from my tumblr account. Original post from 1/12/11
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