Spending all day with family is the best and most therapeutic experience.
Oh, and I am going to be writing a letter to my brother.
Night folks, off for a jog.
Night folks, off for a jog.
I am laughing. Literally and inside. Have you ever laughed at something so hard, you forgot what the issue was? Well, I do that a lot. Almost everyday. This wasn't meant to be a segue from my last post, but it was entertaining and since this is my slice of the web log realm, I'll proceed with the post I was moved to this morning...
mersing process, if you will, when I am going through.
famous relative whose current single, Solange actually wrote) radio station, which is one of the few I can play without issuing the dreaded " thumbs down" seldom if at all,I was inspired to write this post. I promise the idea at the very least, is simple since I have been kinda rambling, or maybe not.
wrote down to play in my car. This was fun, yet simple. My kind of activity.
I also intend to create stations with workouts and various emotions and sentiments on my mind. You know how some people say to pretend your life (or day) is a soundtrack? Well, this has been fun, worthwhile and the perfect outlet for that if it's your cup-o-tea.
on your mind or in my case, Solange's "God Given Name," as it kicked off the playlist as I typed this post to end the night. I encourage you to create stations and playlists inspired by positive energy and thoughts. You might be surprised how far a playlist for a CD in my car called "easylikesunmorn," eases my boughts with road rage. Cheap therapeutics if you ask me. After all, there is no traffic like city traffic, but music remains the sweetness in my soul. Cool? Cool.


I guess I have learned to worship in various manners through my 25 years. I am confident in my relationship with the man upstairs though. I trust him and forgive myself and this attitude has carried me through many storms.

But, through it all. Good and bad times. One thing has remained constant: can you guess what?

It is my hope that you will share in the laughter, if you have not already, that lies in the pages of a dark, otherwise depressing novel.
eak, was a beautifully written story about rape and the struggle to regain self-identity amidst silence. While I grappled through reading it—literally thumbing through and marking my book until it fell apart, I was overcome with relief in the form of comedy as early as the first page, in which the aforementioned HoHos wrapper is shot into the back of her head.
Some stereotypes, such as a snack called a "HoHo" or a social clique referred to as ‘the Heathers’, are overtly funny. We are easily able to make the connection to the familiar Hostess snack and a popular film.
Examining the novel with a critical lens for what I will call: Stereotypical Comedic Relief applied, allows a reader to better understand and sort-through the emotions engulfing an otherwise dark, emotionally charged
“The gym teachers have a special place in their hearts for Nicole. She shows Potential. They look at her a see future State Championships. Pay raises.” (19)
out with the foreign-exchange students. After five weeks of school, she can swear in French.” (20)
se of the cultural stigma surrounding foreign exchange students. We are able relate and identify with trying to fit in by learning a language or particular skill. Secondly, it is serves as comedic relief on the subject of high school cliques and the social ramifications of their existence. More often than not, young adults feel like their world is ending if they are outcast from their social clique.
“She is bursting with Merryweather Pride, all perk and pep and purple. And assumes I am just as happy and excited as she is. We troop down for the brainwashing and she can’t stop talking.” (26)
Stereotype: School Pride and Friendships
“If I ever form my own clan, we’ll be the Anti-Cheerleaders. We will not sit in the bleachers. We will wander underneath them and commit mild acts of mayhem.”
Mrs. Queen, would send the royal limo to pick me up. I just about had a seven-year-old heart attack when my dad took a limo to the airport for the first time.”
she is able to escape her reality by reminiscing on a story she imagined as a kid. It becomes funnier as she asserts she had actually placed reverence into her fantasy as a mistake.