No More Miss Patient Girl

     My mother, bless her heart, keeps everything. Anything from receipts to Applebee's leftover containers, she keeps. There are boxes and containers of what she doesn't need. The woman brought everything from Japan and Spain with her- from glassware to display dolls- and it has affected my life to a degree. I lived in a room full of these boxes and containers, and this room wasn't a good setting for a future prolific short story writer! I hardly had space to dance in my room. My mother told me I am a guest in her house because I am over the age of eighteen. It hurt me, but not her. One is either family or a guest. Obviously, she doesn't want me in her house. Because of circumstances, I have no choice but to. Anyhow, while I live here, I need to be happy. I have bit my tongue for two years on how uncomfortable I am living with boxes and containers. It's not normal. Hoarders: Buried Alive, the television show, reminds me of my predicament. Although the residents homes are in worst conditions, I can relate to the children who have to put up with their mother's or father's obsessive need to buy and save everything. It's a health hazard- not merely physical, but mentally. The only thing I can do is pray for my mother to get well in regards to her obsession with material things. She knows her problem, yet she will never admit that she is a material girl.

       I watched an episode of the Keeping Up With the Kardashians earlier today, and one part of an episode changed the course of my life! Khloe told her mother, Kriss, that she was a hoarder. I'm sure Khloe has told her this before, and I am sure Kriss knows this of herself. Although Khloe doesn't live with her mother, I do, and I started crying. After a few tears shed, I got up and moved most of the boxes and containers out of my room. I had to do it. My mother has told me numerous times to be patient and that she will work on my room when she is done with her room. It's been two years, and I was not going to let another year by before I was comfortable. "Happiness depends upon ourselves." ~ from a fortune cookie from a Chinese restaurant. I am somewhat happy now; my room still has boxes, but I can breathe. I no longer feel suffocated. Writing, studying, or dancing in my room will no longer be a problem. Sometimes, one has to be patient, but I learned that one can't wait for someone else to do something for him or her. Get er' done


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Ugly Rae update,, 9/11,, and S↑2C

SCM-285-85 Principles of Speech

Speech # 1: Self-Introduction

        I need to find something to do before I drop out of school. I am bored with my life and down in the slumps. After quitting/getting fired from my last job, I don't feel important or needed. It's the worst feeling in the world. Something's got to give because my disposition is affecting my grades. Avid student I was, but now? Avid tutor I want to be, but why? Making friends and keeping them will definitely make me happy. A doughnut for my first speech presentation in Speech class is definitely not what I wanted, but I would choose making friends over an A any day. It was a lose-lose situation, but I truly could not stand in front of class and talk about myself. This assignment was by far the most difficult assignment I have ever had. I am just now discovering who I am, so... I will get it together. I have to get it together. I need to do it for my country.
      September 11, 2001?? I don't even recall where I lived and what I was doing on this unbelievable day. I think I was in Japan. Then again, I might have been in Alabama. I had never been the type to engage in the news around the world. Although I was eleven years old, I should have known, cared, asked; however, for the past nine years, I have been listening to teachers, professors, students, television programs, and radio stations about 9/11. I have read material and stories about the event that took place in New York. Year after year, it gets more sad. Wearing a red, white, and blue shirt today has been more significant to me than ever before. To commemorate the lives lost in the terrost attack by merely thinking about them, people that I don't know, means a lot to me. It wasn't merely natural-born citizens of the United States that lost their lives. People from different backgrounds fell as well.
      I watched the S↑2C program on television last night, and it was beautifully delivered. Celebrities came out to honor those who died of cancer, those who are enduring cancer, and those who defeated cancer. The program was certainly informative and worth a watch. Because I am not close to my family and I have never had any friends, I have never known anyone that has battled cancer. Yes, I have heard of so-an-so with cancer, but I have never known anyone. Anyhow, I will give and continue to give and help those who can't help themselves.

Ugly Rae?

SCM-285-85 Principles of Speech

In my Speech course, my first assignment is to give a self-introductory speech. We can be creative and it has to be within 5 minutes. Well, the first creative idea that came to mind is to give a Ugly Betty persona of who I am. I actually began watching the series this past summer, and I fell in love with the show. I completely misjudged its brightness! The characters are unique and are special, especially Betty Suarez. Our lives are paralleled in various ways; for example, our dream: to enter and excel in the publishing business. Other similarities: we have a supportive family, we have socially awkward encounters, and we have a lovely brace face. I want to stand in front of class with red glasses (I'll either find a pair or I'll make one) and a bright-colored outfit, one that Betty would wear. I don't have the outfit yet, but I plan on going to the Thrift Store because it never disappoints. The point of the outfit is to prove that I am beautiful, inside and out no matter what I have on, regardless of what others say. Betty invariably stays true to herself, and I possess the same trait. The content of my speech will highlight the following: background (family, childhood), personality traits, accomplishments, goals, and and an obstacle that I have faced that will be inspirational to others who here it. The delivery of my speech: I think I'm going to speak in my own voice and not Betty's upbeat voice. [ Something to think about!] So, do you like the African American Ugly Betty idea as a self-introductory speech? Be honest, please! If you do like my idea, anything I should add to the Ugly Betty speech? If you don't like the idea, then what is a girl to do?