Flipskript Ink

~Part 2 to my essay on sociological sickness and confusion~ Everything that I did and said was wrong, and I was supposedly annoying...and loud. Okay, so I was loud…teachers are loud. Certain ones I can hear from outside of the building, yet I was the annoying one. So were their obsessions with bad reality shows, and this was mostly on the job. During lunch breaks (before I utilized them for walks and the nearby deli), I listened to them complain about tanning to reduce their pale complexions (would it have been wrong for me to jump in and say, “ I win, I have the most color ”), trash talk nonsense, and find out who everyone’s favorite rapper was. When I was asked who I liked, I told some of them that I’m more into jazz and old school hip hop and old school R&B (Chi’Lites, Earth Wind & Fire, Doug E. Fresh). I didn’t even get a chance to tell them about my top five Metallica songs. “Wait…she has a college degree, she’s 22/23, and still a virgin? And she’s not into rap? W

Music has a healthy habit of evoking emotions in us, no one is immune to it. Since I'm in a relaxed mood, I'm gonna try to contain myself to positive music. While I editing my chapbook, I was scrambling though my iPod for a peaceful vibe. Embracing the solitude of the little corner in the library, I almost forgot I had this song on my list...I say almost because ironically I let it play as I fell asleep last night, Johann Pachenbel's Canon in D major : Granted, it's a little long but relaxing nonetheless. This is my second favorite calming song in life. My number 1 "GIRL, SHUT UP AND BREATHE!" song is Sweet Lullaby (Ambient Mix)  by Deep Forest : The pictures of the seas and water really make this moving. I could use a massage right about now... Moving forward, I had a moment to think about why I was so caught up in the frustrations of this journey oflife. As my gramma told me not too long ago, that is life right now. Up. Down. In. Out. Ha

 Photo courtesy of The Negro Queen .  ~This was an essay I wrote for an anthology. I was sad when it didn't get accepted :o(. But then I realized, I have a blog, I can publish it myself, you silly goose :o). Advanced Warning: I'm posting this into a three part series because it's over 1000 words long and I'm sure you would like a pancake break in between there somewhere!~ “They said they couldn’t stand me, but they couldn’t [under]stand me; tried to get me fired, have my bosses reprimand me!”- from my poem The New Teacher I don’t remember having been fired from any job that I have had so far in my life, and I hope and pray that I never endure such a thing. I do believe, however, that I had a very close encounter for possible, not exact, reasons. Immediately after graduating college back in 2009, I was offered a job working with in a daycare. Now I have worked with kids before and have experience as a baby-sitter as well. Nonetheless, I was nervous and ve

Photo courtesy of Making Money Online . While I was helping out a coworker with a project, I began flipping through random pages of personal finance articles I found in publications such as Black Enterprise , Ebony , The Next Step Magazines and even online at Yahoo! Finance . I completely forgot how much of I nerd I am about this stuff. Experts say that the Great Recession might be coming to an end, but I don't plan on holding my breath anytime soon, especially since it's costing me. Everything from gas to cheese to clothes and health insurance plans seem to be going up, except the cost of living. College graduates have decided to stay home alittle longer with their parents until they can themselves together beyond the college debt, and even young adults who previously moved out of mom and dad's house are back in the nest again. Aside from reduced income and living within one's means, what more can we do? What about those in the position of barely getting by bu

 Photo courtesy of The Presurfer . Cooties. Germs. Bacteria. The ickies...whatever you call them, there are more on your cell phone than there are in a porta potty. Research and various news reports have been alerting the public about how there are more fecal germs on a cell phone because of improper hand washing after one *ahem* expells his/her inner demons. What constitutes improper hand washing? From my observation, it can consist of not using soap [aka the rinse and run], not washing long enough, or using just hand sanitizer. The worst of improper hand washing is when one doesn't wash them at all. Why does this lethal event teke place? I don't know and I honestly don't understand it. If you are at the age where you know you should wash your hands after handling your business and you decide not to, that's just nasty. There are even little posters in some public rest rooms that explain how one should wash the hands. It's quite simple; wet your hands, ad

Scanning the world of Yahoo earlier today, I came across the article on Glee Actress Amber Riley and her unexpected collapse on the red carpet . This event occured at an event hosted by the TV Academy of Art and Sciences. She recovered quicky and extended thank you's to fans, photographers not snapping pics of the fall, and all those who were worried for her well-being. Those who weren't worried I have a few names for them but I'm trying this new thing called being nice. Some of the comments were targeted directly to her weight or some unhealthy factor the Black community suffers. I'm fully aware that Riley is not the first or only African American beauty to be ripped to shreds because of her figure. When you're famous, I guess it just comes with the territory, unless you're already skinny and glamorous by society's standards. If you're Black, beautiful, and petite, somebody will find something wrong with you quick and blow it up like an atom bomb. R

This is one of my favorite paintings from Remedios Varo: Ruptura (Rupture, 1955)  Photo courtesy of Pittsburg State University .  Escape comes to mind everytime I look at this picture. I came across this when I was a a sophomore in high school (2003-ish) when doing a project for my Spanish class. This particular painting stuck with me for the longest because it meshed in with how I was feeling during that time of my life. I wasn't considered much of a normal chick (and I'm still not, LOL).   I like to place myself in the woman's place in the painting, maintainting a cool swag as I exit stage left away certain phases, relationships,and habits in my life. The onlookers in the windows don't seem pleased with her exit and hold a scorn for her...or her freedom. As depicted by many art lovers, her cloak resembles a certain body part which signifies an ongoing struggle in society. I look at it and think, "women are a weaker vessel (emotionally) but poss