Originality, where have you gone?

I've been away from "pop culture" for awhile now.  And logging onto my Facebook seems like being bombarded with images and posts of what the world has been up to, and I've blocked myself away from.  Not that it's a bad thing.  But in this day and age, not knowing what's going on, besides checking the news sites and newspaper is like taking yourself away from the real world.  Not originally my interpretation.  But I'm sure it's being said.

I log onto Facebook, and there's this song/video, which apparently has been number 1 on some lists for a few weeks or so.  Nothing new there . . . And I take a listen/watch the video just to see what the hype is.  It's found here, http://music-mix.ew.com/2013/11/20/christina-aguilera-great-big-world-say-something-video/

I think the song is okay.  However the visuals?  The scenes in the video just got me thinking.  Why is it that whenever there is a song that just so happens to have ballad-like chords, ie. a piano or guitar, there is either a sappy couple, a distraught child and/or an elderly couple -- likely married -- in where one is on the brink of death?  I only ask this question, because in the day and age of millions of music videos that seemingly rip off each others concepts, there truly isn't a force of originality out there.

Again, not saying the song is bad.  But let's take away Christina Aguilera's sauntering into the room, while a piano is played.  Let's also take away the piano playing male singer, and strictly focus on the story through images.  What is being told?  What is new, which we haven't already seen?  Is there a reason why duplicating said images in most videos is done ONLY to pressure a feeling that constantly happens when people are pushed towards emotional recall?  And if that's the case, why not just let the song speak for itself?  After all, interpretation is what ties each listener to a specific song or lyric.

I love music videos -- artistic ones, and even some which I've seen done numerous times.  But when are these templates at the point of overly used?  Can't we as artists, directors, writers (also artistically driven) think beyond that same template?  Don't we have the courage to think outside the proverbial box and make our own standard.

They say "imitation is the greatest form of flattery," but I would like to think creation, coinciding with originality is where the greatest form shall lie.  I've seen it done before.  Just lately not as much.

Or maybe I should dive back into the world of social media . . . find another video, and cry along with its imagery.  Besides, that's what the director intended.  Right?

Reminders

*Spoiler Alert - The picture below may not be suitable for everyone*

So many things can make you dredge up the past:  faces, a smell, a picture, a sound . . . a thought.  And when you come face-to-face with that emotion, it can often be too difficult to erase.  Been there, done that.  Reminders are more than just an alert from a calender -- telling you it's the anniversary of something you'd rather forget.  Maybe the reminder is to try and forget -- putting your energy into something else more time consuming.  Whatever it is, reminders can also be a trigger.  

I must say, placing this picture (taken a while back) in my blog was beyond one of the most impacting, yet extremely terrifying moments I've had to overcome.  Just as the following poem that leads after (will be posted soon). 

I'm such an enclosed person, that I never discuss my own emotions -- never wanting to be bothersome.  Most of my friends come to me to vent, but I never let it go the other way.  I'm there -- a bouncing board of ideas as to what to do -- how to stay calm -- how to breathe -- how to be positive.  Why hasn't that worked for me?  Why, now, must I write about the past?  Well, because it just seems to continue bringing its way back into my present being.  And I'm secretly hoping it never makes it to my future.  

Yes, I've tried to kick the habit of being my own psychiatrist -- prescribing my own remedies for unwanted thoughts -- Still trying.  Yes, I've gone days, weeks, months even, without resorting to those habits.  But just as one small whiff of odor can set one into a tail spin, so can one unblocked and blurry image.  

Moment by moment -- that's what happens.  I don't see myself as a person venting.  However, now, I see myself as a person FINALLY being able to speak.  And I hope that in time, I can speak about other moments.

"No more maybe's"

I watched her.  I watched from inside.  Peered from above.  And listened intently, because I knew something would protrude its way from under her staccato'd breathing.  But it didn't.  Maybe she never saw me.  Maybe the daze caught her for too long.  Took away her capabilities, just like it took mine.  I watched her.  She never moved.  Never.  Not once.  And I listened.  She said nothing.  I wondered when her actions would take place, but they didn't.  When those sharp pains subsided, she looked up, at me.  Still, nothing.  So, I watched, again.  Those once sharp pains, didn't seem like anything anymore.  The jabs were like clock work, and were persistent.  I wondered if she felt anything anymore.  Maybe she had disappeared . . . I wanted her to disappear -- from the outside, just as she did on the inside.  Maybe then my hovering would fall into one.  And she'd move.  Watch me.  Feel something.  Or maybe she knew how to control it.  That moment.  Those minutes, which went on for too long.  Or just maybe, as her daze sunk in deeper, she fell further.  And maybe she wondered too --  why my eyes were open and yet I never saw it happening.  Because if I did, why didn't I catch her?

~Kyra C.

Summer . . .

There's a quiet serenity that takes over a campus during summer vacation -- a seemingly private whisper, as the leaves sway.  The moment when all confusion is removed, and the only idea is clear skies NOT breaking.  An environment where people once trekked to and from, not noticing the beauty around them.  To only realize it, as the breeze stops, the leaves prohibit themselves from shaking, or changing color.  The fascination with birds, squirrels, and all nature -- they become one.  If only for a mere few months -- all nature resides in a commonality; of peace and quiet serenity.

The packed classrooms, are now empty.  The crowded buses, are cleared.  The subways . . . well, they're still in use.  The streets are filled with smiling inhabitants, packing for their annual trip to the "Cod," or the "Hamptons" and the only people visibly maneuvering through the streets, are either tourists, or locals with no need for travel.

It's funny how many people we look past, when they are EVERYWHERE.  And when that crowd disappears, for some, so does that ignorance.  The want to walk past someone; pretending they aren't seen, just because you don't want to be bothered.  That moment when you look down a corner, and there are more than six cardboard cots lined up . . . You turn up your headphones, turn your head, or proceed to pantomime a phone conversation, just so you aren't approached.  Well, that moment seems too irrelevant.  There are no longer a thousand people crowding the streets, so you cannot walk away.  Their faces are clearer, in a sense, you see their shame of lying on the ground.  You see them, as you jog through the park, exit the station, bike towards the River -- they are still there.  Many people have deserted the area(s), but they still have NOWHERE else to go.

There is no Cape Cod, no Hamptons, no summer vacation to another state.  There is only a move; to another corner, another street, maybe even another town nearby.  But they remain, the same people -- the same during each semester.  When you're running late and running away from a quick conversation, they are waiting, patiently.  When you're getting ready to pack up for another destination -- they are still visible.

There will always be a quiet serenity that takes over a campus during summer months.  It doesn't matter which campus, there will always be less people;  to meet, to speak to, to avoid, to walk past.  But just as you would stop to caress the leaves, or feed an animal, or possibly take a run -- why not clear a moment and break a habit?  Why not take a second to provide serenity for someone else?  It only takes a few moments, when you really have an entire summer.

Much Love,

~Kyra C.

"Nowhere To Run"

Sitting and listening to Caleb and Sol's Nowhere To Run, and realizing how simple I always thought it was, to do just that.  It's amazing how many times this semester I've felt like running away . . . anywhere . . . although I knew there wasn't a real destination to go.  The fascination with trying to be everything and do everything, just won't release its hold upon me.  Learning how to cope with more regret, drama, and let down -- done by myself, is what pushes me -- that want to prove I can get to the other side.

And as Caleb and Sol's gutsy lyrics stir their way through my speakers, singing "there's nowhere to run to . . . nowhere to turn to . . . nowhere to run . . . nowhere to hide, and nowhere to go," I'm yet complicated with the notion to relieve myself from feeling as though I have any control over the matter at hand.  Even if I know my actions are because of the notions I choose to react from, I am still learning . . .

So, instead of reverting back to old habits, that I seemed to shake, until later in the semester -- alas, I will go for a run, to the gym, to the river, around the school . . . wherever there's a blank space, which can only come alive with deep understanding, made from taking in the peace that surrounds me, everyday.  I mustn't try and run from the evil around me . . . I mustn't try and control every move.  I need to just live.

Because, "there's nowhere to run to . . . nowhere to turn to . . . nowhere to run . . . nowhere to hide, and nowhere to go."  And I'm still learning . . .

~Kyra C.

"My Way"

So, I'm still at the computer, avoiding my tasks -- which are finishing these assignments and sending them off . . . I get that once I've completed everything, I'll have more time to break and relax, however for some odd reason, I just can't get myself to write . . . I mean, it's not like there's too much of writers block going on.  The only sort of explanation I can give to myself is, procrastination is taking over.  And that's most certainly not a good thing.

I've made lists,  started the aforementioned assignments -- even went as far as having the notes that I wrote out, lying next to the computer . . . Still, nothing.  I'm not finished.  I'm nowhere near finished, and this is driving me insane.  *Speak of the devil -- I get a phone call, which I have to pick up -- but I shouldn't have . . .*

I wish I could -- You know what, I think I'll make myself another vow . . . One that always worked as an undergrad.  I'm going to chillax, once more (for one hour), then I'm going to write in isolation, until EVERYTHING is complete, revised, again, and sent off (by the deadline).  Then and only then, will I need to take another nap, or gosh forbid, sleep.  Yeah, I'm planning on pulling my first Grad School All-Nighter!!  So, wish me luck . . . :-p

Peace Out Dudes and I'll check in later -- Much!

~Kyra C.

"The Shame"

Sitting here, listening to Alex Cornish's "The Shame" and trying to figure out why with all of my upbeat energy, I always seem to fall into another dimension of numbness . . . Today should have been a great day, where everything had been taken care of  -- I would be relaxed and ready for tomorrow's big day.  But somehow things didn't go according to plan -- My plan.  And even now, I seem to have found myself changing the positive habits, for the old vices that use to keep me complacent.  In that moment where you don't want to smile, laugh . . . You just want to SCREAM, into a pillow, and feel like you're okay.

Tomorrow may be the big day, however I've had to make many decisions on what not to do and as much as it hurts, I cannot have the happiness that I really want.  I just need to settle on what could possibly turn into a happy moment -- Even if it's by isolating my subconscious and racing until the end.

I'm slowing down, running from the truth -- I can't really change this.  I can't really change me.  And why should I continue to try and force the inevitable? This just has to be the way;  My way.

~Kyra C.

"Don't laugh too hard, something bad will happen"

As I sat in the classroom, pondering the thought of a ten minute write, of something as abstract as putting together a story with only a few key prompts -- my shift became apparent, it was going to be about music -- of course.  So, as I sit, today, stroking the keyboard in anticipation of putting paper onto a white screen, I delve into my own personal music library and just sing . . . Sing, internally, and forget about the prolonged silence held within this room.  I type.

"Don't laugh too hard, something bad will happen"

It amazes me;  the synchronicity of each step, as the drummer's leg leave the ground.  Pulsating with extended vibrato, when the mallet pounces into the base drum.  BOOM.  BOOM.  Then, silence.  Almost as if to shift from reality, to death . . . As absurd as humanly possible, the drummer, freezes in place.  Sweat drenching the uniform, eyes glazed;  yet trapped under a helmet.  Stand still.  No one moves . . . A camera follows each angle, until there's enough to capture a full scale.  CRASH.  Not one person looks around.  Eyes fixated onto the distance;  no one looks toward the sound.  It's unimaginable, like tiny soldiers, the drummer's peer over.  Head's still in place, just to gaze at the cause for sound:  A mallet hit the ground.  What to do . . . A snicker protruding from silence?  Absolutely not.  Don't laugh too hard, something bad will happen, echo's within.  Yet, at that moment, nothing could be worse.

And as I've typed my last word and finalized with a period, I say goodbye -- or so long.  I will be back with yet another story.  But for now . . . Silence. :-p

Much Love!!  Peace out, dudes.

~Kyra C.

"Superman or In My Veins . . ."

Sitting here, listening to Five For Fighting and Andrew Belle and pondering the thought that, in less than nine weeks, I will set off on my next journey, and that somehow brings me joy with a slightly fathomable cringe.  I have wished for a while, to figure out my definitive post graduation plans and with this summer passing by, my sights were clear . . . With that being said, the mention of newer horizons can push me to question that further out stepping stone;  what happens after Grad school.  Just like Andrew sings, "everything will change . . . Nothing stays the same . . ." This is what gets me to feel the isolation that only resides in my mind, because I am surrounded by great possibilities and beings.

Shaking that doubt is where the next step shall be, however it seems easier to sit and ponder what should be a clear discovery and not a mapped out "road trip."  So I guess I'll figure things out within the time allotted and drive towards my dreams of finding the reality that is, 'my goals,' while continuing on THIS journey.

Well, I need to get going.

~Kyra C.

"What Happens Now?"

Just sitting in my room, as the boxes and packaged areas, try and consume me from the inside.  Listening to Cold and gathering my thoughts, because I'll soon be leaving this gorgeous city/school and moving.  I guess it's that type of deja vu that doesn't give me the reasoning of feeling this way entirely . . . I'll be back up here for my Wednesday, August 3, 2011 performance at Lansing, Michigan's Rum Runner's Dueling Piano Bar, for an Open Mic Performance.  I'm super excited to be getting the chance to do this and yes, return back to my lovely atmosphere.  Although, it won't be for that long of a duration, I will still take it in, as if I'm holding on to my present for just a few more hours, before I edge into the future.

It makes me cringe at the fact, soon I will have to make a new life and create a new family (still keeping my sane and loving ones) in my new location . . . In hopes that everything goes according to plan, I make plans.  Even if they are strictly detailed or just minute with details, I still create them.  My music tour across the States is on the planned list and my hopes are to get people to appreciate my style and my music, but I always know things don't always go the way you'd hope, which leads me to my title ("What Happens Now?") . . . If people don't get my music, what does that mean; my music 'sucks'?  I just need to go to Grad School?  I should take a break and refocus on something more career appropriate?  What does that say about my plans . . . All I can do, is hope and plan for the best and pray that everything aligns in the manner that I believe it should.  I truly feel this is my path and that I can be just as successful at it, as if I chose another journey.  I've always said, "I've always wanted to truly be happy. Even when things are super tough and I know they aren't going to change, I still force a smile - In hopes that I will believe my external happiness and internally feel the same." and I need to believe in that statement, just as much now as I formally did.

This is not the time to waiver on my hopes, dreams, goals and whatnot, but it's time to strive for that future of possibilities that will lead me to my love.  I type onto this laptop and into this blog, feeling the pressure slowly subside, and even the boxes around me don't seem to pile on my anxious feelings, but gradually put things in perspective.  I'm a recent graduate - I set out to graduate from Michigan State University, which I did.  CHECK.  My family saw that happen.  CHECK.  I did every job and/or activity that I wanted to and learned from.  CHECK.  I made strong ties with many people.  CHECK.  I fell in love with my community.  CHECK.  I can honestly say that I conquered my time at State and now I can only hope to do the same in my new destination.

So, "what happens now" . . . Well, that's whatever happens, but I know it will most certainly be something great! :-p

Much Love and Take Care Dudes,

~Kyra C.

"Love Will Tear Us Apart"

So, I just returned from my evening workout; taking in the scenery; feeling the warmish breeze; trusting the wind, as it blew on my face.  Remembering that all this will soon change, in just a matter of weeks.  Everything will be new.  No more immediate comfort.  No more feeling like it's just deja vu . . . I'll have to work on my serenity somewhere strange.  My soundtrack of life will soon be updated with whatever can make me feel secure, as I travel around to the areas of unknown.  Don't get me wrong - I'm looking forward to the adventure, or adventures as they present themselves.  I just cannot fathom my life without what I've come to know and call home:  my friends, job, campus, housing, love - my life.  "And that's just the way it goes;  falling awake . . ." as Gary Jules would say.  As I type onto this keyboard, my time is decreasing and soon my anticipation will increase into unimaginable nervous behavior.  I love my life, now.  I just hope I love it in the near future.

Well, I have to get going.

Peace Out Dudes and Much Love,

~Kyra C. 

"That's What Friends Are For"

Super happy, because I just finished a great music rehearsal with my guitar and my beloved clarinet.  It's been awhile since I've fully played my Artley and I'm glad muscle memory and studiousness have prevailed and I can still play well.  :-p  Just sitting in my room, listening to some Dionne Warwick music (hence the title).  I love good music . . . I'm so about to get back to another rehearsal, because my future begins soon and I want to be able to utilize all of my skills by continuing to learn and practice.  Well, enough of this scattered blog - I've got to get going.

Peace Out Dudes,

~Kyra C.

"Answer"

So, it is another day - Another day of heat and trying to think cool. :-p  Actually, it is yet another day for meetings and rehearsals, partially just the way I like it.  Anywho, I've managed to get so much accomplished in less than one hour, which leads me to the ability of enjoying the rest of the day, which I can totally get behind the thought of.  Less than three to four weeks of meetings and then I am off to discover the meaning of real life.  I am nervous, yet I know that if I don't get away and try, I will regret it, not to mention probably lose my mind and yeah . . . So, the only practical thing is to move away and get my life really moving.  I know that life get's better (I'm not quoting the "Trevor Project", but they are right), and one can only hope for that chance.  I feel as if moving to my destination is like going straight to L.A., with nothing but my music and self esteem - It has to work out, right?  I mean, this is my life - my goals - my career - hopefully my future.  It will work out, I just have to only think positive thoughts, or at least never slow down enough to ponder the other ones.

Well, I need to get going, because there's so much to get done today. :-p

Peace Out Dudes,

~Kyra C.

"Bitterly"

So, it's almost forty minutes past 2am and yes, I am still awake . . . Well, it's apparent, since I am writing this blog.  Anywho, I've been awake, getting phone calls and watching episodes of season one of Grey's Anatomy, because I need to catch up on everything I've ever missed before the new season begins on September 22, 2011.  By that time, I'll have moved onto what I hope is the best place for me - Anywhere but MI.  But more importantly, my newest venture to my future.  This past week was somewhat gratifying, because I had the chance to visit home and my family and there were NO funerals.  Most times I come home to be surrounded by family, someone's lying in a casket, so this was a breath of fresh air.  Well, mostly fresh air.

It's strange how out of your element one can become, when around certain people - that was what I was feeling at specific moments while I was at my family BBQ that my sister hosted.  I felt strange, not just because I had never "hung out" with most of them before (mostly because they're all older than me), but because I felt as if I was not fully apart of their group nor did I want to jeopardize myself for trying too hard to become.  There were many moments when all I could do to feel sane, was to distance myself from the thought  of what was taking place, which is one of the main reasons I sometimes dissociate from some people.  From the obsessive and excessive usage of the "N" word, blaring profane rap music to smoking and drinking . . . I just knew I was out of place, but the only thing I could do was watch and make sure nothing bad happened, because I was the only one sober (mind and body) - who could determine real confrontation.

Needless to say I was happier, earlier when everyone was sober and more relieved when I returned back to my third place of solace (1.  my habitat and 2.  my environment).

So, yeah, that was an eventful time, which I am thrilled to say, I survived, of course. :-p

Still awake and listening to some great singer/songwriters and pulling musical inspiration from them, as I attempt to lie down and take a nap, because I will be awake in less than seven hours . . . It's meeting day  and more workouts in store, because I managed to miss my evening one.  Bummer! :-(

Well, after this song ends, it's back to another episode of Grey's Anatomy and then, maybe some napping time . . . One can only hope.

Peace Out Dudes,

~Kyra C.

"Little Earthquakes"

Well, it's official - I've done way too much homework . . . Well, I've at least finished everything that's due next week, which should be a great thing, meaning I can relax some more.  Just sitting here and finishing up the fourth season of Private Practice, because for some odd reason, I never wanted to watch the show, but now I've caught myself up to four seasons . . . Yeah, I've had some real time lapses, especially with my evening workouts.  The funny thing is my timing with when I do my Pilates and Yoga workouts . . . They're usually in the morning and before I head off to sleep, which is rarely at a normal time, but what can I say.

Back to what people want to know - Where the Blog title came from . . . Well, it's actually from one of my favorite albums from the amazing Tori Amos, and if you've never heard of her, you are insanely absent from reality. :-p

This album, kind of like Staind's "14 Shades of Gray" album - It's just a great album, which can be replayed everyday.  I love creating soundtracks, even with my life, because for some reason - Music makes so many things possible.  Wow, I've managed to become even more scatter brained in the last few paragraphs . . . I'm going to get back to finishing season 4, so yeah . . .

Take Care and Much Love,

~Kyra C.

"Would You Love Me?"

So, I'm just sitting here, listening to some of my newest songs that have been recorded over the past few weeks.  I'm amazed at how much of a writers surface I find, whenever I give my mind the freedom to roam . . . Other times, I find it difficult to not just run away from thoughts.  Speaking of thoughts . . . It seems as if I'm going to have to focus on them, relatively soon.  I'm gearing towards a long evening workout, well, after I take my precautionary asthma medications. :-p

Since the title of this post is what it reads, some may wonder - 'what in the smurf is she talking about?'  Well, I'm referring to a 'special person', which is brought up in the song that was recorded, under the same name.  Once I upload the song to be listened to, feel free to question who this song pertains to and maybe I'll verify the answer. :-p  **nevermind when I upload it ->  Here is a link to the actual song.**   "Would You Love Me?"

Well, I must stay focused and get back to work, because I only have three and a half more weeks to rely on this atmosphere, which has always been so mixed when it came to my point of view.  After this summer, I will be off, trying to make my life work and I'm in for a rude awakening, although I will swerve away from it.   I'm super nervous about finally landing where I've always discussed being, however I'm ecstatic about venturing off into those places that I believe I need to be.  I just hope my presence in the "industry" will stay prevalent, even after everything is over . . . Not getting morbid, but I need to make a mark, before things end - I believe music transcends all things and great music will live on.  So why not try and create something that will bring others to an understanding, years down the line?  I can only push myself until I accomplish that.

Well, I am off to "ride into the sunset" or just around the greenery. :-p

Peace Out Dudes,

~Kyra C.

"44. Caliber Love Letter"

Just sitting here, listening to some Alexisonfire, before my evening really takes off.  This week has already been crazy busy and it's just Tuesday, but good news is, in a few weeks, I'll have a break from the craziness and the crazies of this place. :-p  Don't get me wrong, I'll miss it - Hey, I'll even be around for a few months after, just not in the same way as a normal Undergrad would be, because I'll have already taken that step across the stage for Green.

I love sitting and thinking about the future and I how much I want everything to work out, just the way I've always envisioned it.  I want to try everything I love and make it work, successfully - And hey, that's not too big of a task, especially when you're willing to work as hard as it takes to prove to yourself, first, you deserve it.  That's what I'm going for, proving myself.

At times I get nervous or somewhat overzealous, with planning my life post commencement, but then I think - Heck, if I cannot do what I've always loved and wanted to do, and within each facet that I adore, then maybe I'm not prepared for anything and I should just give up.  With that, I always choose to correct my evil hatred filled mind, and focus on the possibility of doing great things, which lead me to dreaming about my future as a happier individual.  I love that!

The countdown continues, both for this evening and for the next four weeks, and with each word typed, whether it's music, class, work . . . I'm garnering towards this accomplishment.

Much Love and Dedication.

Peace Out, Dudes,

~Kyra C.

"Night/Day"

Sitting here, wondering how this is even possible - I already finished my homework for the week, meaning I really have nothing to do, besides study for these two Midterms and work on memorization . . . Weird. :-p  I'm always in that moment where I have so much to get done, and then I began getting so tired, I don't want to move, however I'm lacking in that lacking department . . .Yeah, makes no sense to me neither. LOL

Listening to Mae and rocking out, before I start reading "Orchid Thief" and begin studying, although I might just push that to my To-Do-List for tomorrow, which evidently is today.  Yeah, the transferal of time always sneaks up. :-p  Well, I've chilaxed long enough and it's basically 2:00am and I still have much to do and many hours to go, so I guess I'll get more motivated to find something to do, and just do it.

Well, take care and maybe I'll talk soon.  Definitely.

Much Love,

~Kyra C.

"The Mind of an Adagio"

So, I am sitting in this room and getting super nervous, because in a few minutes the host of this event will be Mariska Hargitay and I am beyond stoked.  The event is hosted by the "MSU Safe Place" and "MSU Counseling Center", and it is entitled, "Telling Amy's Story."  It's about domestic abuse.  This should be a great and informative event, that should shed some light to what is happening in relationships across the world.

Well,.back to my complete and utter nervousness . . . I am sitting in the front row, waiting to catch sight of my favorite SVU detective and get a picture, hand her the note that I wrote her and hear the discussion for this event.

I tend to go "insane" when there is something that I am looking forward to seeing or doing and this is definitely on my top list of things to do!! :-p

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Fast forward to the actual event and the ending . . . So, she was NOT there and at first I was a little disappointed, but after viewing the screening of the story, I was put at ease, because this story is not about fame but notoriety - in a sense, it's about showing people why this is important, instead of desensitizing the matter by adding someone that can distract the audience from the initial story.

And although I did not get the chance to meet Mariska, I am sure that one day I will get that chance or to send her my letter and feel relieved that it was under better terms . . . :-p

Well, it's off to work now - there's so much to get done, before next week.

Streisand's playing in the background, playing "People" and come on, how awesome is that . . .

Gotta Go, Talk Later.

Much Love,

~Kyra C.

Accidents

Sitting in an environment that I am not supposed to be in . . . Listening to Alexisonfire scream my existence!  Not even feeling like doing this simple homework, but instead I want to vent (physically) to the douche bags that never use professional behavior when they are suppose to.  I went from being in an amazing mood, to completely ticked off and willing to strike, like Randy Orton, in a moment's time.

See, there's a difference in mistakenly not showing up for work, getting the call and feeling sorry for not showing up.  Or even the aspect of coming in late, but still coming in.  However if you are a NO CALL NO SHOW and there is absolutely no remorse, then I feel nothing for you and even less if you get fired for your antics.

I have an entire evening of this CRAP and I am so over it.  I am over people thinking that everything revolves around them, so they want everyone to focus on them (and no, making this blog is not an example!), so they interrupt people or decide that their agenda is bigger than other's.  I would like to see these incompetent individuals, once they get into the real world.  Really, I would love to see them be reprimanded for their actions and sent into a downward spiral of desperation (okay, maybe that's too harsh . . . ).

I have just gotten to the point, where these six weeks seem to be going slower than my entire University career.  I am so ready to get away from certain situations and people, and never look back.

Maybe I'll talk later and it will be more positive . . .

~Kyra C.