  man, i had this whole thing typed out and had to do some work and when i came back to finish it and publish it, everything i had written was gone.
oh well, i guess i wasn't supposed to share that information with the general public, family and friends. it was kind of interesting yet embarrassing at the same time. well, i read a really cool book last night. it was called "for colored girls who have considered suicide/when the rainbow is enuf". it is a choreopoem.
i didn't know what a choreopoem was either, but it is a grouping of poems (20 in this one) put together and acted out as if it's a play. the author is a lady named ntozake shange and it was written in 1974. i recommend it to everyone. women and men alike. men may not understand it as well, but then again, this may shed some light on the mysteries of womanhood.
the poems are all written from different stages of life from teenager to traumatic adult experiences all from the perspective of a black girl. it's really great because even i could identify with some of the things she was talking about. makes you see just how similar we all are no matter what color we may be. i'm finally gaining acknowledgement as a person at my new job. it always takes a while and i'm not one to go around introducing myself to everyone. sometimes people just aren't in the mood to talk, so i wait for them to come to me. one of the other hostesses (also 19 y/o) and i were talking on saturday night.
she stopped the conversation and asked me if my tongue was pierced. i said yes and she said "i never would have guessed that about you. " i replied "now liz, looks can be deceiving. " she said she new and we proceeded to have a lengthy and enlightening conversation. basic stuff, just getting to know each other. i though it was really cool, but i guess everyone there probably has the same impression of me as liz did. i'm not exactly sure what her perception of me was, but i'm guessing she thought i was a straight-edge. it's funny how we come to conclusions about people. i try really hard to reserve judgment of someone until i've gotten to know them a little bit.
now i do judge based on actions. maybe i shouldn't, but sometimes you just know how someone is strictly because of how they talk, act or treat others. i guess that's wrong too because they could always be putting on a show or just hiding their real self from others. i see no need to hide myself. i want to wear a t-shirt sometimes that says "yeah, that's right, this is me. " know what i mean? just so people know that i'm for real and i'm not hiding anything for any reason. i'm not afraid of what they think of me, i'm proud of who i am. it just sucks that other people are not so open and don't care to get to know someone based entirely on the way they look.
well, i guess that's a good enough rant for today. i'm gonna go have dinner with my friend so i'm going to hit the road. have a nice evening! peace. 
