Monday, September 3rd, 2012
I wanted to be many things as I was growing up. All of them fell under the creative umbrella – actress, dancer, choreographer (I went through a phase where I thought I’d be the next Liza) and of course, writing always featured heavily. By the time I was 16, I’d nailed it down to writing. That is what I’d do. And so, I went about doing that. I wrote and wrote and wrote a lot. I interned and work experienced. And I somehow now find myself making money from blogging. This here blog brings me revenue through various sources, one of which being advertising. I have seen it said various places on the web that bloggers who have advertising on our sites (or are blogging for money) are ‘sell outs’. Since when does making a living from what you love make you a sell out? Shouldn’t that be the ultimate goal?
Thursday, March 22nd, 2012
Having lived both here in the UK and overseas in Canada and the United States of UhMerrCa, I think it’s fair to say that over here, we’re pretty much a nation of pessimists. That’s a huge sweeping statement, I know, but for the most part, it’s a fair one. We haven’t been sold the American dream. We’ve been sold the ‘get your head down and get on with it’ reality. Oh sure, we’re allowed to dream, just not too big. I feel encouraging people to have goals and strive to achieve is important, but what if someone’s dream has no chance of becoming a reality? Is it ever appropriate to tell someone to give up on it?
Sunday, September 14th, 2008
I’ve been having some pretty strange dreams recently. Each one leaves me more baffled than the last. I don’t want to look up the meaning of them on some dream website because frankly, I think it’d be a terrifying glimpse into my psyche. I’m sharing my top three weirdo dreams here – if you have any idea what they mean, feel free to leave your two cents in the comments section.
The Tattoo Dream
I randomly decided to get a full sleeve tattoo on my left arm. Then I added to it, extending it down to my hand. I went on numerous job interviews and people would always ask about my tattooed hand. ‘It’s actually a full sleeve’, I’d tell them. ‘Wanna see?’ Then, I’d either roll up the sleeve of my shirt, or in one instance, take it all the way off, to show off my ink artwork. Every time I did this, the reaction of the people interviewing me lay somewhere between befuddlement and disgust. I hate tattoos like that, especially on women and I’m the last person who would ever get one in real life, so why this was worming its way into my nap time, who knows?
The Drug Dream
Some friends of mine in London were the at the helm of a major, international drug ring. This dream was like an epic movie that took me from the streets of London to the backwoods of Colombia. When I woke up, I felt like I must have been asleep for days. And it was a lil’ too realistic. I kinda felt like I should call my friends and make sure they’re not in the slammer.
The Pregnancy Dream
I was pregnant with my ex boyfriend’s baby, which technically, probably puts this in the ‘worst nightmare’ category. Not surprisingly, he left me. But this was no normal pregnancy dream. My belly was gigantic. I must have been giving birth to some sort of half man, half beast, giant man child. It scared the bejesus out of me. Hopefully, when the fertility gods decide it’s time for me to procreate, they’ll make sure it’s not with a lying, cheating bitch ass egit with no balls – yeah, no bitterness there at all.