shut up christine


Saturday, August 29, 2009
      ( 7:59 AM ) shut up christine  


i must say
watching kp in action is pretty freakin amazing

she is fierce.

she can walk into a police station, courtroom, any situation, and you will be intimidated by her.
she don't mess around
and when she speaks, you best be listening

i, on the other hand...

when i was 22/23 and working for that company whose name we shall not mention
i had to fire someone who was 15+ years older than me
and when i approached him about it, he gave me a bitch, please look and told me i didn't know what i was talking about.
the crazy thing is
at the end of that conversation, i believed him

i must have CHUMP written on my forehead

i'm not a very confident person

what is stopping me from going oh helllll no and marching into a police station and chewing them out and demanding apologies?

i know the chances of that happening are, probably never
but once in a while i want to look people in the eyes and act like i know what the hell i'm saying
(and toss my hair, for good measure)
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Thursday, August 27, 2009
      ( 1:12 PM ) shut up christine  
today i will sit and think about this.

be with the storms
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Monday, August 24, 2009
      ( 9:04 PM ) shut up christine  
i hope you are


last two weeks are all a blur
crazy work schedule with 16-20 hour shifts 6 days a week, class in between shifts.
somehow got through finals and managed to pull off an A, son :)
downtime spent working on myself
moment to moment to moment

whatever i learn from this i will share with you
and i hope whatever you learn you will share with me too
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Thursday, August 06, 2009
      ( 12:43 AM ) shut up christine  
oh god
i got played.
again.
aw man
even after being so careful this time, this one's going to hurt really bad

can i tell you a secret, whoever you are
i'm acting like i'm okay
but on the inside i am sad. profoundly

this will be the last time i bring it up.
from this millisecond on, i will spend each moment healing and getting better and making time for little things that make me happy.

in other news
i don't often ask for help because if i'm struggling, i know its my fault. its because i'm not trying hard enough; i'm not strong enough.
but i think its okay to ask for help when times get really really hard because that's what we do, we help each other.
so today i'm asking for your help
the quote list has been chosen, the Walk is 12 weeks away
if you have time, would you choose a quote from the list and spend some time decorating it?
it doesn't matter what it looks like in the end, its all about what you put into it
i'll mail you posterboard, i'll ship it to the other side of the world, i'll reimburse you for return shipping too. i'll deliver it to your house if you live close enough
we'll display all the quotes at the walk for hope in october
it would mean a lot to me
you might read this and think "oh other people will read and respond, she doesn't need me"
but trust me i do, i really need all of you. no one reads this blog



also i think seva cafe may be coming to an end soon, or maybe its me, maybe its that i'm done with it. we've been open ten months; 41 Sundays that weren't always easy but i love every one of them, even the difficult ones when i came home and cried. we're going to die unless we get help, we need volunteers to keep it going
we need people who care about it
i need someone to help me remember
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Monday, August 03, 2009
      ( 9:29 PM ) shut up christine  
compton

today i was walking to class minding my business
and right when i pass this tree
16 cats jump out of it and scare the crap out of me.
there are hella cats here. damn

that is all
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