Much Too Tired To Be Writing This

It amazes me how much I want to blog. I think about it daily. I never do it, but I always think, "Hmm, this would be an interesting bit to put on my blog." And even though not many people read it, and a blog is not of utmost importance in every person's lifestyle, it really means a lot more than I thought it would. I just wish I had more time to use it. Because now, when I do have this few minutes to actually blog, it is very late (at least for me, some people the night is still young) and I am focused solely on getting rest, and recouping my strength to get through another whirlwind of a day. 

I guess I'll just hit brief highlights on a couple thoughts I wanted to put on here, so I feel some what accomplished. 

The musical Hairspray. I love it. Really and truly, through and through, the message is great, and it is presented in such a way, that is so IN YOUR FACE. I love it. I almost get the feel of pop-juvenalian humor. You have these really hard hitting ideations, in a sing-song joking manner. Like "Miss Baltimore Crabs", for instance, is really quite an awful thing to think about. And most girls who work their way to success by means of providing sexual favors as are viewed as "loose", and very much so. And here in this Broadway production, we have a 50 woman not just thinking back on, but REMINISCING about her thwarting other girls out of success by "screwing the judges". Awful concepts or a production that is now mass produced in cases with colorful sparkle text, that little girls are dieing to see.

Blacks and whites. An everyday thought. But most days I attend school it really hits home. Just everything. It's different. The dialogue. The cigarettes we smoke. The way black educators are viewed. The way black educators view their students. It just hits so hard sometimes...

I think it is HYSTERICAL when a person, any person, but usually a stranger, when make slams, or comments about the "gay community", or "gay people" around me, without even knowing. And I will never say a word. What makes this person so confident that I'm not "a gay"? I just let them keep going... Black people can't hide the fact they are black, so you never have the conflict of "Umm... By the way, I'm black, so if you could stop talkin' shit on my people..." But with homosexuals, some of us aren't flamers. So you'll never know, and rather than become angry, I let them hold their feelings, and get a good chuckle out of it. But by the end of the conversation of me just soaking up how they feel, and why they feel that way, I always have that urge to say, "And what makes you so certain I'm as straight as you?", wink, and walk away. Just a little secret of mine for you to know.

Still worrying about the aspirations of becoming a Psychology major. There is just SO much in the field to be looking at. I feel like, well I've got my major, so now... HOLY GOD, that just made things about 500 times MORE complicated. What career path do I choose? Do I go into research? Social Work? Psychiatry? RxP? Education? And with most of those comes other majors, or extended schooling, and training. It's just so much to think about, and it's a bit over whelming, "a bit" being quite a humungous understatement. 

And now that I have gotten tid bit out of what has been rushing through my brain as of late, I will go get my nightly cup of OJ, take my Vitamin C, and ship of to sleepy land. Night all!