XO Gallivanting Boy

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Month: August, 2008

"Ghetto craziness"

I’m very perturbed about why on one of the blogs I have in the cache of my reader, I found the phrase “ghetto craziness.”

I went to the Colorado State Fair! I go every year. As we open this week’s show, I rhapsodize about why state fairs are so fantastic. When I’m at the fair, I live on the edge: I get an airbrushed tattoo. I have my handwriting analyzed. I ride the Freak Out. I stick my hand into the “What Am I?” boxes at the Natural Resources building. I pet a goat, then eat a funnel cake without applying hand sanitizer.

That’s dangerous stuff, folks. But there’s something incredibly satisfying about being a suburban girl indulging in a bit of ghetto craziness. It’s a concession prize for never being in 4H. It’s a reprieve from dressing up every day, doing sensible work and eating protein and salads as if I actually enjoy them. At the State Fair, I can be a different Lisa. And no one judges me. Or if they do, I don’t care; I just stomp off to the small animal barn and pet the bunnies.

The immediate response was to be angry, and then another part of me took over, and I wanted to know why. Why do we use the phrase ghetto craziness to explain what happens ate the floor? To explain unsanitary conditions, and general craziness. I really don’t understand. What prods us in the direction to even think of using the “ghetto” which is understood as a place where some people live to be thought of as a place to compare a fair to. I really don’t understand it.
And then on top of that if you think that eating a funnel cake without applying hand sanitizer is the danger you can attribute to the ghetto, I really do not understand, so…someone please help me out here… just let me in. If you want the blog it’s at… http://www.boundlessline.org. Umm, yeah I think that’s all I have to say about that.

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STARTING NOW…

… I prolly won’t be editing my blogs much any more for the simple fact that, I am supposed to be starting OD and focusing on geAK. When I do have time I’ll edit as much as I can and I may put some of the OD stuff on here… I don’t know right now..

This webbie was something I found and it’s kinda just a note for me but you might can use it..
http://missbuildingblocks.blogspot.com/

And it’s started!

School has started and I plunged into it quickly! I had great plans of grandeur and things and I even started planning. I put things in place so that when I got to school all I had to do was push a ball that I’d already molded. The fashion show had promise. As a matter of fact, it was to be my legacy. And then I got to school.

Everyone wanted to be involved, everyone also wanted to add their comment. They saw the show like they saw it and wanted to turn it into that. I’m not even going to lie though, I’m not the friendliest person, and I wanted the show my way. I relented though a bit. It went from a show with a dance, to a show with a mixer, to a show with a mixer but a dance performance. It went from a show with that would give proceeds to the student government, to one that gave them to the senior class. And then things started to get out of hand.

People began to assert themselves, and dates began to change, and I stopped. I wanted to change, but I couldn’t. Parts of me didn’t want to. Well, really I didn’t want to change. My name was on this thing and if the show would happen, the show would happen like a show! A real fashion show! And then I made the decision, it’s over. Mikelle Street’s name would no longer be connected with this show.

So this is my farewell. My farewell to chairing the Airport Fashion Show…

CONTROL!

So I’ve been dancing ALOT recently and I’ve been getting better… in my opinion, I have anyways… I’ve like made up choreography to Striptease by Danity Kane, and I started some to Touching My Body by Danity Kane(I think that’s the name), and I’ve also started some to some 65daysofstatic songs. They’re my new passion. There are no words, and sometimes I make words in my head, but mostly I just have stories that I’m doing. One of the stories is like what happens after a toy store closes, I kinda like it. The toys are tired of being “played with”. They are tired of people forcign them to do things and I try to make that evident in the dance. There are parts where it’s like one of my hands controlls the other, and then for a second or two there’s a fight with my hands. It’s kinda crazy. I really like it though. I won’t lie, because I’m only sorta creative, some of the moves come from the choreographers I’ve been watching, so sorry. Umm, I haven’t videotaped and if I do, I won’t post until I can get multiple people to do the dance with me… I’m now off to find some 65daysofstatic music actually.

My dancing

So I’ve been dancing ALOT recently and I’ve been getting better… in my opinion, I have anyways… I’ve like made up choreography to Striptease by Danity Kane, and I started some to Touching My Body by Danity Kane(I think that’s the name), and I’ve also started some to some 65daysofstatic songs. They’re my new passion. There are no words, and sometimes I make words in my head, but mostly I just have stories that I’m doing. One of the stories is like what happens after a toy store closes, I kinda like it. The toys are tired of being “played with”. They are tired of people forcing them to do things and I try to make that evident in the dance. There are parts where it’s like one of my hands controlls the other, and then for a second or two there’s a fight with my hands. It’s kinda crazy. I really like it though. I won’t lie, because I’m only sorta creative, some of the moves come from the choreographers I’ve been watching, so sorry. Umm, I haven’t videotaped and if I do, I won’t post until I can get multiple people to do the dance with me… I’m now off to find some 65daysofstatic music actually.

The difference

So, this isn’t like most of my posts, where it’s a reveiw of a video or a book or something, it’s kind of like that rant on Marc Hill though. This post was inspired by a scene at my orthodontist:

“Mom! I LIKE upside down pictures” The boy is holding the bright red digital camera upside down. The Asian woman laughs, and says something in her native language to her small son holding the camera upside down,
“I LIKE it this way!” he continues in english. She finally relents,
“Okay,” she says in english and the boy goes along taking pictures. He takes two of his m om, one of me, one of a fake plant, and one of the man staric curiously at him at the desk. All of the others in the waiting room only watch on, there faces reading disgust.

The scene went on, the mother even taking a few pictures upside down of her son, and then her son jumping up into one of the big straight backed chairs and her taking a picture. Then a few things began to tug at me. Why was everyone looking at them that way? When my mom came out of the back, and gave the child her look, her eyebrow up, and then she cast em a bemused look. I interpreted this look to not one of laughing with the child, but at him. I thought of what she would’ve done if that child would’ve been me:

First of all, we probably wouldn’t have been in the predicament. I’m not sure I would’ve been allowed to be as loud, as the child was being, or to roam around, taking pictures of random things. I also definately didn’t think that my mom would continue to allow me to take the pictures upside down. She would’ve corrected me, and continued to correct me until I took them right side up, which I would’ve.

I thought about the creativeness that this could possibly unfold into. The child had taken authentic photos upsided down, by flipping the camera over, and then he’d simulated ones by having his mom taking pictures of him, upside down in the chair. Something my mother would’ve never done if we’d have gotten that far. He was very adamant that the simulated ones weren’t the same. Thinking this out a few years, and this child could turn into some kind of artist. IF his mom allows him to explore things like this on a constant basis, and this just wasn’t a once in a lifetime thing then this child could continue to do funky things with these pictures, with sculptures, thinking about life from a different prospective and he could come out an artist. I actually shook my head as I thought this out.

How many artist have we lost because of this simple difference?

SENIOR YEAR MUST COMMENCE!

So, I’ve been contemplating this post for a while now, basically writing and rewriting it my head a couple of times, and I’ve only now just forgotten all of the crafty things I’d thought up to say. So that leaves me only with this:

All the scores are back, and it seems that colleges have redoubled their efforts to rid the world of trees, one brochure at a time. The problem for me is, I don’t know.

I don’t know if I want to go to college, and I don’t know if I want to leave. I don’t know whether I should redouble my own meager efforts or whether I should slack off. It’s just complicated!

Partly though, it doesn’t matter what I want. By a decree from those on high (ie my mom and grandfather) I am required to go to college. That solves that. Which college though, is up to me and the admissions. I’ve been geting ready for this time ever since 7th grade though. You know, visiting colleges, taking standardized tests, talking to people, and yet, I still haven’t decided! There were places that I was settled about like, I wasn’t going to school instate, yet now, out of my 4 present choices USC is one.

Another one that, frankly before this summer experience, was my number one choice is Washington and Lee. It has fallen from it’s lofty position because of the blind eye to alcohol on campus. The school has an “honor code” that they require that all students uphold, but if I’m not mistaken, getting plastered is not behaving like a “gentleman or gentlelady!” Oh, and plus the place is in the middle of nowhere. That could be a good thing though…