I just finished reading your book: Infidel. I couldn't put it down. I read it on the bus, I read it at work when I wasn't supposed to, I read it standing up and walking down the sidewalk (Which, in truth, is not very wise).
As a young white woman who has grown up in Canada, your story both humbled, and deeply inspired me. I'm eighteen years old with an interest in politics, human rights, and the future of our world. Never before has something moved me this much in the direction of wanting to make a difference. Your book has made me think, even reconsider some of my attitudes on the multicultural policies that my own country hold.
I cannot thank you enough for sharing your story. I wish I could write more but there is so much that I don't know how to say. (And the chances of you reading this are pretty slim).
Inspired and sincerely,
Paige
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Tuesday, June 8, 2010
I don't mind wearing my underwear on the outside.
You know, I've been thinking a lot lately, and by lately I mean; I'm always thinking, just lately my thoughts been more relevant to the world.
Like, everyone I've ever been close to has been "messed up" if you will. Now I know everyone is messed up. I'm pretty messed up myself, I know you're messed up *points violently at the screen*, but I mean messed up in the traditional sense. Most of the people I've ever super cared about have been depressed or had family problems or those types of things and the kinds of things that go along with them. (I've given out a fair share of hugs in my life, I'm pretty sure I'm really good at it by now, just so you all know. ) So my mother told me last night "You don't have to be the strong one, you don't have to be the superhero" To which I replied "I don't mind, I look really good in spandex and a cape". (Pause for super awesome "Hex as a sexy super-lady" mental images, you know you want to) But I've been thinking, and it's true, I don't mind wearing my underwear on the outside. I have a way to deal with things, I dunno, I just get over it. I'm pretty level headed and I'm stable. I have a consistent home life, a present and caring family. I care a lot about people and being there for everyone makes me feel good. It never seems like too much to handle or think about.
Also, when I have issues, I have people, as long as those people stick around, then I'll be fine, and sometimes, when I can't deal with other people's issues, then I'll tell them, and hope they understand. As long as I have understanding people, I'll be fine. I'll be fine. I'm having as much fun as humanly possible and trying to spread it around. I try to smile and laugh whenever I can and honestly, I'm having the time of my life.
It's a little tiring though, having the time of your life. A nap would be nice.
Fun fact: I own the comic of which the following art is cover art for.
Like, everyone I've ever been close to has been "messed up" if you will. Now I know everyone is messed up. I'm pretty messed up myself, I know you're messed up *points violently at the screen*, but I mean messed up in the traditional sense. Most of the people I've ever super cared about have been depressed or had family problems or those types of things and the kinds of things that go along with them. (I've given out a fair share of hugs in my life, I'm pretty sure I'm really good at it by now, just so you all know. ) So my mother told me last night "You don't have to be the strong one, you don't have to be the superhero" To which I replied "I don't mind, I look really good in spandex and a cape". (Pause for super awesome "Hex as a sexy super-lady" mental images, you know you want to) But I've been thinking, and it's true, I don't mind wearing my underwear on the outside. I have a way to deal with things, I dunno, I just get over it. I'm pretty level headed and I'm stable. I have a consistent home life, a present and caring family. I care a lot about people and being there for everyone makes me feel good. It never seems like too much to handle or think about.
Also, when I have issues, I have people, as long as those people stick around, then I'll be fine, and sometimes, when I can't deal with other people's issues, then I'll tell them, and hope they understand. As long as I have understanding people, I'll be fine. I'll be fine. I'm having as much fun as humanly possible and trying to spread it around. I try to smile and laugh whenever I can and honestly, I'm having the time of my life.
It's a little tiring though, having the time of your life. A nap would be nice.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
FIC CAM
She wondered if she could be more open and honest if she wrote in the third person, like she was writing a story of sorts. She wondered.
She was plopped down on her bed, her laptop on her lap at 11:03 pm. It was a Thursday. A part of her brain willed her to go back to sleep, now that she had finished washing herself and her clothes. She didn't want to sleep just yet, however, she wanted to write a bit first. Just a teensy bit about her life and how it unfolded. She considered gussying it up a bit to make it seem more exciting then it really was, but she decided against it in the end.
Her day had passed pretty much uneventful, an average day at school, albeit a particularly slow one. Her few highlights of her academic hours past had been her free period, where she played (More like faillled D :) Starcraft with her friends, and lunch, when she played D&D with the same friends and more.
She hadn't bothered with her hair today, and even slacked on the clothing department, opting for a messy ponytail hidden under a hat, and an aging tank top hidden under a sweater. This was due in part to the fact that she had been up late the night before with her best friend, and in part to the fact that she assumed she wasn't going to see him today. She didn't like to admit it, but in the soft glow of her nightstand light, she felt like she could type it up.
She had seen him today however, first, as she entered her place of work. He was leaving with a few friends of theirs. Out searching for ways to make money and places to spend that money on. She expected that to be all she saw of him today, and hummed "A Kiss To Build A Dream On" to herself as she worked. She remarked that the only reason she knew the song was because it played in the opening and ending sequences of Fallout 2. In 1998 she had spent many a day watching her parents search out the fabled vault 13.
She saw him again when he showed up at her place of work, determined to sit out the hours until she was off.
"I don't get off for another two hours!" she said, sitting on a book stool, a book with a call number of 649.xxx was halfway to it's cataloged location, frozen in her hand.
"So?" He said. She laughed and offered to sign him into a computer.
When work was over, they both piled into her mother's car and back to her place, where they promptly lay down and fell asleep. They slept just long enough for him to miss his bus home.
Sitting with her laptop 20 minutes later, she reread her story, and didn't speak. She didn't like how the last lines would seem like an outright lie to anyone who didn't know her. Despite the fact that they were impeccably true and also completely plausible. She figured that people reading would think that she had inserted "sleeping" as substitute for something much more explicit. She smirked and shook her head. Sleeping is awesome.
She thought also that she should mention her best friend, who she had shared kraft dinner and perogies with today. Her best friend who recently said something out loud that She herself was never strong enough to admit when she was in a similar situation. She smiled and mimed holding up a glass in toasting motion. "A toast!" she thought "To Harold Q Poppinjay, My best friend and a strong person."
She realized that neither person mentioned in this blog would read it, and she was okay with that. She was ready to sleep.
She was plopped down on her bed, her laptop on her lap at 11:03 pm. It was a Thursday. A part of her brain willed her to go back to sleep, now that she had finished washing herself and her clothes. She didn't want to sleep just yet, however, she wanted to write a bit first. Just a teensy bit about her life and how it unfolded. She considered gussying it up a bit to make it seem more exciting then it really was, but she decided against it in the end.
Her day had passed pretty much uneventful, an average day at school, albeit a particularly slow one. Her few highlights of her academic hours past had been her free period, where she played (More like faillled D :) Starcraft with her friends, and lunch, when she played D&D with the same friends and more.
She hadn't bothered with her hair today, and even slacked on the clothing department, opting for a messy ponytail hidden under a hat, and an aging tank top hidden under a sweater. This was due in part to the fact that she had been up late the night before with her best friend, and in part to the fact that she assumed she wasn't going to see him today. She didn't like to admit it, but in the soft glow of her nightstand light, she felt like she could type it up.
She had seen him today however, first, as she entered her place of work. He was leaving with a few friends of theirs. Out searching for ways to make money and places to spend that money on. She expected that to be all she saw of him today, and hummed "A Kiss To Build A Dream On" to herself as she worked. She remarked that the only reason she knew the song was because it played in the opening and ending sequences of Fallout 2. In 1998 she had spent many a day watching her parents search out the fabled vault 13.
She saw him again when he showed up at her place of work, determined to sit out the hours until she was off.
"I don't get off for another two hours!" she said, sitting on a book stool, a book with a call number of 649.xxx was halfway to it's cataloged location, frozen in her hand.
"So?" He said. She laughed and offered to sign him into a computer.
When work was over, they both piled into her mother's car and back to her place, where they promptly lay down and fell asleep. They slept just long enough for him to miss his bus home.
Sitting with her laptop 20 minutes later, she reread her story, and didn't speak. She didn't like how the last lines would seem like an outright lie to anyone who didn't know her. Despite the fact that they were impeccably true and also completely plausible. She figured that people reading would think that she had inserted "sleeping" as substitute for something much more explicit. She smirked and shook her head. Sleeping is awesome.
She thought also that she should mention her best friend, who she had shared kraft dinner and perogies with today. Her best friend who recently said something out loud that She herself was never strong enough to admit when she was in a similar situation. She smiled and mimed holding up a glass in toasting motion. "A toast!" she thought "To Harold Q Poppinjay, My best friend and a strong person."
She realized that neither person mentioned in this blog would read it, and she was okay with that. She was ready to sleep.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Hah hah!
So, I think the blogging craze has died down enough for me to start posting my deep dark secrets, hm?
Also, "Betty" just posted some pretty srs biz on her blog, and it got me in the mood.
Also, yesterday, I was at a song writing workshop, and I wrote some stuff down and came to a realization.
Secrets = Regrets.
I've kept things secret, and I have problems saying things sometimes, and I realize that I don't regret them, so why keep them a secret. It's dumb.
Also, saying things out loud doesn't make them real, thinking them makes them the most real that they can be.
That being said, I had a MARVELOUS FUCKING DAY YESTERDAY.
After freeing myself of some emotional bonds, A friend who lives far away came to visit. (Hereby referred to as Red) So Me and Harold And Red And CBAT all went downtown to traipse around a bit.
The following is a list of amazing things that happened.
Also, "Betty" just posted some pretty srs biz on her blog, and it got me in the mood.
Also, yesterday, I was at a song writing workshop, and I wrote some stuff down and came to a realization.
Secrets = Regrets.
I've kept things secret, and I have problems saying things sometimes, and I realize that I don't regret them, so why keep them a secret. It's dumb.
Also, saying things out loud doesn't make them real, thinking them makes them the most real that they can be.
That being said, I had a MARVELOUS FUCKING DAY YESTERDAY.
After freeing myself of some emotional bonds, A friend who lives far away came to visit. (Hereby referred to as Red) So Me and Harold And Red And CBAT all went downtown to traipse around a bit.
The following is a list of amazing things that happened.
- Harold wrote a song about beard envy with some help.
- CBAT and Red Licked slugs. (Well, the same slug)
- We walked into a mall, where all the shops were closed, CBAT jumped up and ran around on the fountain, The security guard lady came over the P.A and said "GET OFF THE FOUNTAIN"
- Ran into someone after mentioning them and other coincidences. (aka, Universe approves)
- Strawberry Rhubarb Tarts
And some other stuff.
Anyways, deepdarksecret tim- wait, just a sec. deep dark secrets postponed until after I announce my excitableness about
HALO, FUCKING REACH. It looks so good, gaah, I'm pumped.
Ehehm, At anyrate, yesterday, after a fabulous day, I have never felt more in love. (which isn't hard, really, but you know what I mean.)
NOW, GO READ BETTY'S BLOG BECAUSE SHE'S MUCH MORE INTERESTING AND MORE ABLE TO TALK ABOUT HER FEELINGS THEN ME.
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