Best. Ever.

THA YANKEES WIN! THHHAAAAAAAA YANKEES WIN!

Strikingly Simmilar...

is it just me? or do these two look a lot alike.

does anyone else remember this tv show?

Vent

When is it ok to follow someone? and I dont mean on Twitter.

3 fillings today. Ugh. Really?

All swollen and numb walking home from my dentist - he's 4blocks away.

And Bro-face decides to Holla atch girl.

yea i said it.

Guys: take a lesson if she doesnt turn around and talk to you when you're screaming at her- she isnt interested.

Like are you really gonna stalk a girl at 10:15am?

like last thing i want to do in the morning after having my mouth drilled is have to ditch a Hollywood wacko.

But thats just what i did...

Nobody who just had their mouth drilled should have to run in cowboy boots down sunset blvd. back off with your crazy.

Side note: I think Intervention may be the greatest TV show ever.

Sleepy Brains Type Nonsense

Makeup smears under my eyes. Why do I wear it when it just comes off? Why make the bed? You're just going to sleep in it again.

I love the bite in the air. Cold air. Makes you sleep better.

Setting my alarm for tomorrow seems like the most difficult thing I will have to do today.

When I was 11 the following was live on TV. I taped it. Oh yes, VHS.

I watched the following clip so much that year that when I see it now,

it's like there wasn't 13years inbetween the last time i saw it.

Sorry for those who are sick of him, but you've gotta listen to this crowd...

The Earth Song

Not-So-Nonsense

In south Jersey there really isnt any exposure to the gay community. There are bonfires, whiskey, guns, and lifted trucks tho! There are White people, Black people, people of Middle Eastern, Asian, European, Carribean and African descent. (Yes, Black people and people of African descent can be different!) And I would bet lots of money there are people who associate themselves with the Gay & Lesbian community. But their friends and family don't know. Not in Southern NJ.

After living in NYC and Los Angeles, when I go back to NJ I see these people more clearly than I ever remember. I see them struggle with who they are and I wonder...

When was it decided that Civil Rights was only HeteroSexual rights?

I don't want to sit here and preach about why your Lady Gaga loving little brother or your Ani DiFranco blasting sister should be given their full and equal rights...

Though it would seem to me - if we legalized Gay Marriage across the nation the amount of money throw into Venues, Ceremonies, Wedding Planners, Music, Flowers, Catering, Hotels, Travel, Receptions, Jewelry, Gift Registry and Honeymoons would certainly assist in boosting the "terrible economy."

Hmm... It would also seem to me if we Legalized Marijuana and -of course- taxed it - nation wide, that would bring in a lot of money to our government... because rumor has it we've got quite a bit of debt, yea?

...where was I going with this? Oh right...

Dear President Obama,

Apparently you're a Nobel Peace Prize Nominee. Cool. Congrats. So, by the way. I have single handedly come up with a few fantastic ideas on how to fix the American Economy. So shoot me a reply @ Nonsense Hurrican @ Google Blogger. Let's set up a meeting. I'll go to D.C. I wouldn't mind. Hell i'll even march in the Gay Rights march tomorrow while I'm there. I'll save a spot next to me for you. I'm sure you'd march with me. I mean after all it took the black community how long? to get their equality? So I am SURE you'd understand how important it is for people of all human sexual prefferences to have their rights of equality.

Kisses!,

Not-so-nonsense Hurricane

Zzzzz

Why don't we just go to sleep when we are tired?

Dude! I recorded Entourage! - I am still hungry! - I have so much online networking to do! - I'm blogging!

We... as humans in 2009, are tired. We think about sleeping so much we may as well do it all day long.

I find that the more I think I am so energized... the less tired I am. Great isn't it?

Not the case...so much... right now.

I could zonk out on this keyboard and post this as is... but later feel poorly about not finishing something I started.

Good thing I am the one who decides when my blogs are done.

I have a dream(s)

Eating chocolate covered espresso beans and drinking almond milk, I’ve started to notice the stress bubbling up on my chin and cheeks. In the background a Jimi Hendrix Woodstock DVD flashes like old neon.
I think I want to grow an Afro.
I am convinced that percussion and the wail of an electric guitar can warm my heart even if I am having a great day. In this documentary Hendrix is about 26 years old and here I am 24 and I believe we have the same amount of acne.

Some people wish they could be younger. Be my guest, you can start with my skin.
The humidity of the fabulous east coast used to take a told on my skin, or so I thought. I believe the dry climate of LA has actually worsened it. Though some days my face is as clear as Whitney Houston’s drug addiction. I don’t want to hear about that Proactive shit either. It worked for me in high school but my skin was so dry I could have shed my whole face.

Do you ever see someone from across a bar, someone you’re super attracted to, have him or her walk up to you with acne/scars/blackheads/whiteheads/twoheads and immediately feel that they have bad hygiene? I probably would. Yet, I may be that person you approach. Lets take this moment to decide to judge people not by their pores of their skin but by the content of their character.

Judge me because I am a super independent 24-year-old female who thinks that she can save the world by recycling and driving a Toyota Prius. Fuck I love that car. Does it make me a bad person that I grew up with American made automobiles, a Ford Mustang, and Chevy Camaro, and in this great recession, I drive a foreign car? I went from American Muscle (insert macho grunting sound) to the silent, life saving, Toyota Chop-Stick.

Judge me because I will raise money for an animal cause, human rights, human trafficking, starvation or the YMCA before I will donate any money to AIDS, Cancer or any type of “sickness” cause. Because I believe if you read more than you watch TV and leave this country you can find better ways to deal with sickness. “Ew what a bitch!” – “yea but she drives a Prius”

Judge me because I was born and raised in the dirty dirty New Jersey and I don’t like Bruce Springsteen. Oh, but give me some Jon Bon Jovi and I will flip my hair like Marissa Tomei in “The Wrestler.” Wow. Unintentional 2^ndNew Jersey reference. I have never been embarrassed to be from New Jersey. Come on! Sinatra, Meryl Streep, Queen Latifa, Yogi Berra, DMX, Danny Devito, Tom Cruise… well, Tom Cruise in Top Gun.

Fil-E-del-fee-uh

Dear Philadelphia,

When I ate meat, you’re cheese steaks were sometimes the only reason we would drive 45mins south and pay for parking on South Street. You’ve got some great food, shops and bars. You’ve also got some of the best concert venues ever.

But Phil, let’s be reasonable here, your sports teams are ok, your fans are terrible, your streets are filthy as are you cops and government and your crime rate is through the roof. These are all things i could expand on exponentially. However, not the reason i chose to talk about Philly tonight.

I chose you P-Del, because of your airport. Philly International. I fly in and out of P.I. Airport at least 2x a year for the past few years and there is one consistent I have noticed that I thought should be brought to your attention. The people you hire… well… they rode the short bus. They still lick the self adhesive stamps. They believe that Tibet is a rapper like Nelly or 50 Cent who is in prison and a lot of people think he shouldnt be.

Now, i could go on and on about my personal stories but that isnt quite as amazing as the story I found in the news last week.

A California college student was detained for five hours at Philadelphia’s airport for having Arabic flashcards in his luggage.

Yes. A student, named Nick George.

George, of Wyncote, Montgomery County, was about to catch a Southwest flight back to school when stereo speakers in his backpack caught the eye of screeners at the metal detector.

When they looked though his bag, George said, they found his Arabic/English flash cards, and escorted him to a side screening area.

He figures it didn’t help that his passport had stamps from Jordan, where he’d studied a semester, and Egypt and Sudan, where he’d gone backpacking

Ok. You know what? I think questioning this kid briefly wouldnt do any harm. Any other airport probably would have pulled him aside for 10/15mins and just gotten his story cleared. But NO NO NO not PHILADELPHIA!

George said that Transportation Security Administration officers kept him in the screening area for what seemed like 45 minutes. Eventually a woman from the TSA arrived and began asking more questions, like how he felt about 9/11.

“Do you know who did 9/11?” he said that the woman asked.

George said that he told her that it was Osama bin Laden, and that she responded smugly, “Do you know what language Osama bin Laden spoke?”

Soon after that a Philadelphia police officer arrived and told George to put his hands behind his back. Without explanation, he slapped handcuffs on him and led him away.

George was taken to the airport police station, where he was locked in a holding cell with the cuffs still on. I guess that’s what you do with a high-value physics major.

Do you know who did 9/11? Do you know what language Osama Bin Laden spoke? Wow. Pennsylvania. I hope you all get a pen and paper out so the next time Philly Airport security stops you … you are prepared to answer these questions that clearly no American can answer. Ahhh the city of brotherly love.