As I glanced around at the depressing white walls in the Greyhound bus station, my mind wandered as I noticed the eclectic mix of people in line. I couldn’t help to people watch. I started to wonder where they came from, where they were going, and what kind of people they were. The man in the corner, with the stunna shades on, who is he looking at under there? The group of rebellious looking teens hangin’ by the candy machine…. Ooh they’re prolly from Yakima or somethin’. Not much to do there. Maybe they lied to their parents & said they were staying at each others houses, but really scrounged up $36 a piece to hop on a greyhound to Seattle so they could mob around…. maybe go to a rave or something, ha!
The couple in front of me had matching trench coats or robes that looked like they had sewn themselves out of scrap fabric. I couldn’t help but wonder if this stop was one of their many, from campsite to campsite or shelter to shelter. And then he pulled out his iphone. I then realized maybe they are in starwars costumes? & just got back from a convention or something? lol I dunno. Who knows.

So here’s some randomness I’d like to share: If someone’s appearance gives off the impression that they are someone or something they are not, is that their flaw, their fault? Are they then “fake?” Or is the flaw and fault in the person who looks at that person and makes an assumption of ones character based on an outward appearance? I think it depends. If a girl dresses slutty, but is in fact far from that, I think she is to blame and kind of deserves that people will get the impression by her appearance that she may be insecure, have low morals, self respect, etc…
But what about on a day to day basis when maybe we’re surprised by something small like an article of clothing someone wears, or when a friend shows interest in a song or band that you didn’t think was “their style.”
Oh don’t even get me going on “styles”… I need a whole nother blog to vent about that one.

Why don’t we just let people be who they are and not act surprised when we find something new out about them that we didn’t expect. Thinking it may be a compliment to act surprised, we sometimes may actually offend people.
Were all guilty of thinking we know who and/or how someone is. Whether it comes out verbally or not. These stereotypes cross our minds, and I was guilty of it today! Totally (not assuming, but ‘wondering’) if that couple was homeless. I still don’t know, but I’ll be honest I sure as hell wasn’t expecting him to pull out an iphone.

Can we be inconsistent? Can we NOT assume that if A, than B? Why do we stereotype? Why do we label people according to how they’ve been in the past? Most people change, with maybe the exception of the 90 year old man who’s like “Noooooooo I only eat toasty O’s!”
People grow, people are contradicting, people are complicated, people are multi-dimensional, people are diverse!So, growing up pink was my favorite color. When I turned 22 or 23, I immediately despised it. The negative connotation that pink has on a blonde girl, at the age of 23? uh-uh!… sorry Bridget, Kendra, and Holly, on Girls Next Door, you’re too old for all that pink.
Anyways, I have a pink back pack. I wear it everyday. & I’m probably judged, but seriously, who cares. I sure don’t. I still hate pink though.

blog numero uno!

So, my friends and family have been urging me to write a blog for quite some time now. I’m approaching graduation finally, and over the years I’ve had some pretty interesting stories that I guess they feel I should share with the world. Who knows, maybe I’ll eventually turn it into a book. For now it’s a blog, and it’s called Life In The Ghetto Fab Lane: The Adventures Of Blonde Fury…… Kimora Lee ain’t got nothin’ on me, give ME a dang t.v show. HA! j/k

So I’m sitting on a greyhound bus right now heading back to eburg. I somehow managed to get no one to sit by me. (this is a good thing) Last time the man in front of me (who luckily didn’t sit next to me cause he was literally dripping sweat like a faucet) spent the whole 2 hours scraping the wax off his apple… occasionally looking back at me to talk about how “waxy” his apple was. He never ended up eating it. He was pretty determined to get every speckle of wax. Anyways, what do you want me to write about? Lol. You guys convinced me to do this! Hahaa We’re going over the pass and I swear we are going 20 mph. Ahhh…