My oh, my I wish it was as easy as just making it on the nice list.
Christmas is upon us once more, god damn it feels like it comes every year... That's kind of a dim witted joke. Don't judge. It's late.
As we get older a change slowly occurs, especially around the holidays. The things on our wish lists aren't simply twenty dollar dolls and hot wheels, maybe throwing in a my little pony. We want laptops, TVs, Playstation 15's (or whatever). I almost want to go back in time to when I was ecstatic over those toys. Now all I think about on Christmas morning before I open my presents is that I hope my parents got the right gig and TB set up for the latest electronic device I have requested. Does this make me a spoiled brat or a child of the Y-generation? I am sad to say the latter. If I didn't need a laptop for college I would tell my parents to spend money on other children that need it more than I do. I don't mean to be selfish, it just comes naturally.
Sunday, December 8, 2013
Saturday, December 7, 2013
Unitarianism
The whole growing up and finding myself phase has started. I can feel it in my uncertainty and willingness to find a religion. I've never really been religious or even too spiritual in my life. Any thing other than living in a black and white, no funny business wasn't necessarily frowned upon but it would be laughed at. We never prayed at dinner, went to church on Sundays, and our only bible is locked up in a safe with a hearty coating of dust residing on the leather-bound cover.
Recently I've been feeling like I should be looking for something more, something to fill the spiritual void in my life. I looked to Wikipedia for my answer. There's thousands of religions that are A-okay with telling you what you can't do and what you have to do in order to go to heaven. I'm not really a god-fearing, bonnet wearing, bible thumper to say the least so I put some distance between my self and any organization that had Baptist in the title. Then amongst the piles of religions I was scrolling through, I saw the words free and choice in the same paragraph.
It was then that I discovered Unitarianism. Unitarianism is a religion based on the respect of other peoples beliefs. They are a supportive community that beliefs in the self guiding aspect of religion. Their mission is to aid the people of their church in finding their own way to worship. I dig that. They don't push a bunch of bull shit on you and they respect your opinion. Oh and did I forget to mention that they are one of the few that support same sex marriages? I, myself, am not gay but I am a strong supporter of human rights and not a lot of churches have that open of a view.
The whole concept is remarkable. An open minded church based on supporting the beliefs of everyone, peace, and making the world a better place. I think I've found my religion.
Recently I've been feeling like I should be looking for something more, something to fill the spiritual void in my life. I looked to Wikipedia for my answer. There's thousands of religions that are A-okay with telling you what you can't do and what you have to do in order to go to heaven. I'm not really a god-fearing, bonnet wearing, bible thumper to say the least so I put some distance between my self and any organization that had Baptist in the title. Then amongst the piles of religions I was scrolling through, I saw the words free and choice in the same paragraph.
It was then that I discovered Unitarianism. Unitarianism is a religion based on the respect of other peoples beliefs. They are a supportive community that beliefs in the self guiding aspect of religion. Their mission is to aid the people of their church in finding their own way to worship. I dig that. They don't push a bunch of bull shit on you and they respect your opinion. Oh and did I forget to mention that they are one of the few that support same sex marriages? I, myself, am not gay but I am a strong supporter of human rights and not a lot of churches have that open of a view.
The whole concept is remarkable. An open minded church based on supporting the beliefs of everyone, peace, and making the world a better place. I think I've found my religion.
Flaws...
Flaws, whether they are growing on our hips, protruding on our faces, or a mental weakness, we all have them. I have my fair share, both physical and mental. But aren't we all just ugly freaks on the inside? Who wakes up going, "Yeah, I've got it all together and I'm freaking gorgeous."? Fuckin' no one!
If you strive for perfection, great go for it. But do not expect every one else to hold that in their values. I respect people who do their own thing. Don't push your egotistical shit on to other people. If you want to be a tool, good for you! You are the biggest form of bacteria on this earth that I have ever met!
Now it gets personal. You can look for perfection in the bodies of others, screw your way through the freshman class of insecure 14 year old girls if that makes you feel better. Go ahead and criticize all of us girls who have a few flaws. Be my guest. But upon this invitation to be an abomination to society, heed my warning: you might get punched in your "perfect" fucking face. This isn't a threat. It's a fact.
If you strive for perfection, great go for it. But do not expect every one else to hold that in their values. I respect people who do their own thing. Don't push your egotistical shit on to other people. If you want to be a tool, good for you! You are the biggest form of bacteria on this earth that I have ever met!
Now it gets personal. You can look for perfection in the bodies of others, screw your way through the freshman class of insecure 14 year old girls if that makes you feel better. Go ahead and criticize all of us girls who have a few flaws. Be my guest. But upon this invitation to be an abomination to society, heed my warning: you might get punched in your "perfect" fucking face. This isn't a threat. It's a fact.
Drown My Sorrows.
Being a teenager sucks. I'm not talking about the thirteen year-old bull shit. The real life: I'm stuck in the middle of a rock and hard place, flat out broke, I work my ass off AND go to school along with my nursing classes, kind of shit. In a way I feel alienated from the rest of my senior class mates. I have had a job for a solid year and a half, have plenty of bills to pay, and am on my way into planning my future. Most of them are still himhawing around on deciding a fucking major or getting kicked off the volleyball team for drinking, all while freely whipping out that shiny AmEx their mommy's and daddy's give them for "emergencies".
I have real life problems I'm facing and I have to hear you bitch about whether so and so is going to tattle about them being at the latest party and ruin their chances at playing basketball, god- for- fucking-bid.
My problems stem from my issues with independence.... Not that I have an issue, but my parents seem to have one. I've grown up my whole life with a gigantic, invisible, umbilical cord still protruding from my navel apparently. And my mom just can't seem to cut it. I have a non-existant curfew, only because I'm not really allowed to go anywhere anymore. The rents always come up with some bogus excuse as to why spending time with a friend is out of the question. They also control my finances. Yay. I dutifully hand over my measly pay check every two weeks in order for them to pay my car payment, gas, and insurance. Do I ever see any spare change? Ha. No.
So while I'm here worrying about if I'll have enough money on my check to cover my expenses, no money in my pocket, and parents that are a step away from locking me in the house for eternity, do you really think I give two shits about your meaningless problems? Seriously, I'll give you the answers to life right here: If you just CAN NOT get caught, don't fucking do it. Use a condom. I don't want to hear about your pregnancy scares. And if you are pregnant, you have like three options: tell your parents, get an abortion, or just sit at school like an idiot complaining about it until I fucking kill you. More answers: If you're not sure about something, WAIT. Anything, waiting really helps. If he's screwed you over once, he's probably going to do it more than once, possibly several times if you let him keep fucking you over.
And last: Be a good friend. Karma can be a bitch but I bet if you help someone in a time of need, they'll be there for you when it's your turn to get shit on by the world.
Okay, one more. Don't be a douche bag.
I have real life problems I'm facing and I have to hear you bitch about whether so and so is going to tattle about them being at the latest party and ruin their chances at playing basketball, god- for- fucking-bid.
My problems stem from my issues with independence.... Not that I have an issue, but my parents seem to have one. I've grown up my whole life with a gigantic, invisible, umbilical cord still protruding from my navel apparently. And my mom just can't seem to cut it. I have a non-existant curfew, only because I'm not really allowed to go anywhere anymore. The rents always come up with some bogus excuse as to why spending time with a friend is out of the question. They also control my finances. Yay. I dutifully hand over my measly pay check every two weeks in order for them to pay my car payment, gas, and insurance. Do I ever see any spare change? Ha. No.
So while I'm here worrying about if I'll have enough money on my check to cover my expenses, no money in my pocket, and parents that are a step away from locking me in the house for eternity, do you really think I give two shits about your meaningless problems? Seriously, I'll give you the answers to life right here: If you just CAN NOT get caught, don't fucking do it. Use a condom. I don't want to hear about your pregnancy scares. And if you are pregnant, you have like three options: tell your parents, get an abortion, or just sit at school like an idiot complaining about it until I fucking kill you. More answers: If you're not sure about something, WAIT. Anything, waiting really helps. If he's screwed you over once, he's probably going to do it more than once, possibly several times if you let him keep fucking you over.
And last: Be a good friend. Karma can be a bitch but I bet if you help someone in a time of need, they'll be there for you when it's your turn to get shit on by the world.
Okay, one more. Don't be a douche bag.
Friday, December 6, 2013
Design Work
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| Magazine Cover Mock Up |
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| Photography Collage Inspired by Pompeii by Bastille |
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| Intro to Classes Layout |
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| Royalty Poster Design Mock Up |
Details. The Who, What, and Why.
"I need meds. Or a stiff shot of something that'll burn on the way down. Yeah, I'm fucked up. The older I get the more problems I seem to acquire." -Bree Mother Fucking Callahan
I'm not entirely new to the blogging game. My first was a quiet little success in which I basically badmouthed anyone who got on my bad side and blatantly degraded their character online. I can be a bitch. But that was the old me. The naive Bree Callahan who believed that popularity was an important quality to have in life. As I'm nearing closer to 20 than 15, a lot has changed, my perspective being a major one. Over the last two years I have had a job, dealt with everyday shit, worked my ass off for minimum wage, tried to get some bills paid, and doing all this while staring in the vulturous eyes of the future. AKA life after high school. I have no idea what the hell I'm gonna do...
So I guess you could say I made this blog for a few reasons.
1) I've grown up and into a different person than the "DirtyDollaBill" or "Double-D Bree" figure I was two years ago. Out with the old and in with the new.
2) My Twitter followers are most likely tired of seeing a billion depressing, yet witty, angst ridden tweets that I've been popping out on a more than daily basis. So from now on I'll just compile all of those inner thoughts in a giant blog post. Hey, at least now I'm not confined in under 200 characters.
I'm not entirely new to the blogging game. My first was a quiet little success in which I basically badmouthed anyone who got on my bad side and blatantly degraded their character online. I can be a bitch. But that was the old me. The naive Bree Callahan who believed that popularity was an important quality to have in life. As I'm nearing closer to 20 than 15, a lot has changed, my perspective being a major one. Over the last two years I have had a job, dealt with everyday shit, worked my ass off for minimum wage, tried to get some bills paid, and doing all this while staring in the vulturous eyes of the future. AKA life after high school. I have no idea what the hell I'm gonna do...
So I guess you could say I made this blog for a few reasons.
1) I've grown up and into a different person than the "DirtyDollaBill" or "Double-D Bree" figure I was two years ago. Out with the old and in with the new.
2) My Twitter followers are most likely tired of seeing a billion depressing, yet witty, angst ridden tweets that I've been popping out on a more than daily basis. So from now on I'll just compile all of those inner thoughts in a giant blog post. Hey, at least now I'm not confined in under 200 characters.
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