#Doyou

I have known for a while that everyone is not going to like you. People who are supposed to be your friends will sometimes turn on you. So I decided to do something. I am doing something called #Doyou. That is where you take a picture of yourself, and then go onto twitter use the #Doyou. You also want the picture attached along with that as well. I love myself and I want to see everyone else who loves themselves as well. In the picture wear something that makes you feel attractive, that makes you feel like you are the best you. I like feeling the best me everyday so I wear a flannel styled over shirt. It doesn't matter who you are as long as you are the best you. Also watch my video that goes a long with it.

Lifting Gay Ban in South Dakota?

In the state that I live in there is currently a gay marriage ban. A group of people is taking this to a higher court. In other words if this all works out South Dakota could be the next state to have Gay marriage. All I have to say is THAT IT IS ABOUT TIME! I am tired of people thinking that they have a say who other people marry. If you don't believe in gay marriage, then don't have one. Stop trying to push your beliefs on me. I also don't see why it should be a big deal if someone is gay or not. Why is it called coming out? It should be just a part of you. People make that sort of thing all about who a person is. I a female, and I chose to not identify with a sexual orientation. I have come to learn that I just like people. Honestly I myself am tired of people casting judgement on other people because of who they like. It is the new civil rights movement. We are more than this, and I am disappointed in people in this country. Anyway I remember telling my mom a really long time ago that I didn't just like boys, and she gave me this whole speech that she didn't want to see it, and that if I was with a girl that I have to keep it to myself. I told her "Listen, I am not going to hide who I am to you. If you don't like that part of my life you have a choice. You can be a good parent and love all of me or you can get the fuck out of my life." I was happy that I was able to say that. That was the thing that did it for me. This was the start of me not putting up with my mother's crap anymore. Anyway if you are a different are not straight I have an idea of how you feel from time to time from my own experiences. I will continue to fight for my rights and yours. Also one day there will be a day where we can look back and say "remember when orientation was a big deal?" One day, one day...

Millennial and why it is the best generation

If you were born between 1980 and 2000 you are a millennial. In other words if you are between the ages of 14 and 34 you are in this group. Older people give millennials a bad name. We are told that we are lazy and dumb, and that we doomed the word we live in. To that I say. Shut up and do some research. The generation I was born in is in fact the most intelligent by far. The reasoning behind that is said because society pushed so many of us to go to college to "make something of ourselves". With so many of us going to college the job market is also another factor. I am a writer, and yet I work at a thrift store. The endgame for me (or so I am told) is Starbucks. That joke is kind of true. With so many well educated people that are venturing off into the world, that makes a high school degree look like nothing. Yes my generation is the generation that is going to change the world. I don't mean to pick on the Baby Boomers, but the way they treated the world makes me give hope for us. The reasoning for that is with how the United States is being ran today. Equality is still not being reached. The way to make it attainable is to out live the people who are ignorant, and now I am going onto climate change. Global Warming is a thing people, whether we want to admit to it or not. Oh and another thing to the people who believe in Trickle Down economics, it does not work. Our country is proof of that. That rich just keep getting richer while the poor are stuck in shitty jobs that get them nowhere in life because we have been lied to. Anyway my generation is the best so far, and I have a feeling that we are going to change the world. Not to mention that the oldest Millennial is able to run for president in out country. Our day is coming soon.

Women's rights

Wow another blog, I am on fire. Anyway so I was watching yet another video. This one was on women's rights. Yes isn't that insane that I still have to say women's rights? Anyway women still get paid less than men. That is so terrible! I have even noticed it and this whole sex discrimination is real. Why are women treated lesser than men? It seems like that is what our country was founded on. Our country was founded on this idea of a greater sex. The constitution is even written that way. Back in 1923 there was something called the ERA, and that was almost ratified, but it needed 3 more states. It ended up not passing. Please to the women who read this... Hell to the men that read this. To everyone that reads this. Speak up against this. We are all human and we deserve the same equal rights! I hate being only seen for what gender I am. Make everyone equal.

Old School Sesame Street was the best...

Today has been a pretty chill day. Anyway I was just watching the Fine Bros Youtubers react and they where talking about old school Sesame Street. I am talking about 1970's. The stuff that was shown was just amazing. The jokes that they had were borderline adult humor. They had a muppet in a trench coat offering O's, and Kermit was yelling at Cookie Monster and making him cry. Then he was alright again, and then he started yelling at Cookie again. That is something that I would enjoy watching. After that I went on Netflix to see if they had the old school episodes, and they so totally do. I think that just made my night. I will have something to do tonight. Today people are so paranoid of what kids watched. When I was growing up I watched some of the most messed up animes. Personally I don't think I was hurt too much. Maybe Sesame Street back then was for a different audience. I am not going to think so much on it, but as for someone that was watching South Park at age 3. There could always be something worse. The kind of parents that shelter their kids annoy me. When their kids get out into the real world they are going to be lost. I mean it isn't just TV shows it is with a lot of things. Kids are going to venture off and do what they want to do at some point in their lives. They should know that there are some pretty bad people out there. I am taking this from what I have seen. Sometimes I feel bad for my friend that were sheltered. Then again they had parents who loved them so there are things...

Human rights, and positive vibes

I have been doing some thinking, and I realized that a lot has changed with myself. A lot has changed even from a year ago. Gay rights has always been a strong passion of mine, and it still is. I just don't find a need to be a part of a club anymore. For others I can see it yes, but for me? I fight for gay rights and I will do so with every fiber of my being. There are also other things that I have been fighting for as well. Higher wages for example is something that I have been focused on. It's hard living on $7.25 an hour. That is not much at all. I feel like it is insulting for people. Going back to having a GSA. I am all for a GSA, but personally I do not need the support anymore. With myself I am comfortable, and I love myself. I feel like a GSA is for people who have nowhere else to go and need to be with people who are understanding of what they are going through. I have always been the type of person who is easy to talk to and understanding, but if that is not enough then I suggest going to that group. Now that I know that part of myself I have been focusing on other noble pursuits. Hunger is something else that I find to be something that should not be there. I feel like with having low wages there is going to be more hunger and more welfare. It is a correlation. I fight for human rights in general. I am a human rights activist. That is me though. I feel like what you put into the world that it comes right back to you. By putting good into the world good can came back to you. That idea is just a really neat idea that I had a conversation with a new friend while sipping some Rolling Rock.

Labels

I am sitting here and thinking, about tittles we give ourselves and tittles that other people give us. I call myself a hipster and a nerd. What I have learned about other hipsters is that there is more than one type of hipster. I recently met a hipster, and he is a lot different than I am. I feel like because I am also a nerd that changes the type of hipster I am. The hipsters I am used to are a lot like me. We like different music and we play DnD. This guy plays video games, but he doesn't seem to get into them as much as my friends and I do. I am all about the fantasy. He is a cool guy, but meeting him really made me think about generalizing people. People are so much more than their labels. I am a hipster and I am a nerd, but I am much more than that. Most people don't know that I am an activist. They learn that by getting to know me. I love music and anime, but may tastes are just in one thing. I watch more than just anime. Right now I am in love with the newer 90210, and I am not one of those people either. Sometimes I think we need to chill out on how think of people and just see them for who they are. I am above anything else a writer. Sure I don't go to libraries because if I need anything I go online and I find all that I need to know that way. Looking through books takes more time, but when I can find a database that just has all that. A database can also tell you what book it is in and then show you the article. There is no reason to go to a library for books for me anymore. It is sad but true. Like I said we are more than the labels others, and the labels we put on ourselves.

A baby's dance and the topic of evolution

I was just looking through Facebook when I should have been writing, and I found a video that a friend posted about his son dancing. His son is a baby. I couldn't tell you how hold this child is, but it still amazed me how babies know how to dance so to speak. There is something that we are born with that when we hear music our bodies know to move. I find that amazing. There are so many thing I notice about small children that they know how to do. From knowing fear to dancing. This is what makes me exited about science. That is evidence enough for me. a Psychologist had a theory that everything we know is learned. We are all blank slates. This is quite a theory, but I see the evidence that we are born with codes in our DNA. Ones that tell us how to dance when we hear music, or ones that tell us to be scared when there is danger. That is what evolution is. Now I wonder what future humans will be like? I read that it is human nature to judge others. If that is true maybe at some point that will go away, because that is advancement. Every species evolves, whether there is a god or not I don't know. What I do know is evolution is real. I can see it, and one day I hope to be able to do the same thing with a religion. I wish I could feel certain like I do with science with religion. The people that are able to do that I love that they can do that. I might be over thinking, but watching that baby on that video made me smile because it made me think of my own views on science, and that they felt right.

My own battle with an abusive mother

When we think of moms, most people think of loving people who want to do nothing but help their children. That was not my case growing up. So when someone tells me I should have contact with my mom, I shake my head. My mom has never been the best person. She is one of the worst people I know. This woman was called evil by a therapist that I was seeing at the time. I don't have any grudges against her. People think that if you don't talk to your mom then you did something wrong. That is not always the case. I was emotionally abused. I was convinced that this was normal until I started talking to this therapist about my problems. She made me realize that it was not normal. She made me realize that I was relying on this woman that felt like the need to keep me down. Abuse of any kind is not alright. If you are a parent and you feel like the need to blame your child for every problem you have, then you have to grow up and be an adult. Your child isn't the reason why you smoke, or you can't keep a man. They have their own problems to worry about, like homework and what college they want to get into. It is not selfish of them to go out into the real world and find out who they are. Even more so when you tell them that your partner is more important to them, that you would rather give up their love for your partner. You also don't care when your partner belittles your child and tells them that they are nothing, and that their dead father was nothing? That is not something that a mother should put up with. Most mothers I know would not depend on said man. They would tell him to get out of her life because they love their children more than they need someone to love them. Which the love that my mother is getting from her husband isn't what I call love. If that is what she wants then that is her, and I have no problem with that because she is not my problem. I can proudly say I don't love my mom. There are only a few examples that I have put down, but I don't feel like posting everything this woman has done to me. I am not dwelling on this. This is being blogged about to show people what is emotional abuse can be. I wish I could put up every terrible thing that she has ever said to me. This one I will never forget. She told me the morning of my 17th Birthday that she wished I was never born. Who does that? She also told me when I was eight that my father was dead. Well he died when I was fourteen, and he was back in my life when I was ten. What a bitch. Anyway those are a few things I will never forget. I am speaking out against child abuse. Share this blog and share my story.

Feelings and such

I mentioned that I may have possible feelings for a friend. Well this has never gone good, but I am going to have a blog where I tell him how I feel about him. It won't be this one, but I wanted to know if that is always a good idea or if it puts more pressure on a person. This friend has been a dear friend of mine for over a year and at first I felt weird about how I felt about him, but the more I came to terms with it the more I saw it. It could work out if it was the right timing, but I need to figure things out. He will be in Germany for the summer because that is where he lives. Most of my DSU friends know who I am talking about. If you are reading this please keep it locked tight. I want to be the one to tell him. He knows that there is something that I want to share with him, and I am always one for grand gestures. Is this the one that I want to use? Or is it too already been done? There are other factors, but what do you guys think?

Things that come to mind

I am working on my new project, and a lot of things come to mind. As I am writing I am thinking about how each character reacts with a different character. I am excited about this one because there is just so much that I want to tell about Romy's story. You know she isn't up front about everything that is going on in her life, or what happened in her past. Why should she be? Anyway going on... That could mess with her chances of becoming who she wants to be if her past ends up biting her in the end. I like Romy because she is so perfectly flaw. I can't say much about Max because he is just introduced, but let's just say he brings a lot of temptation because of his line of work. He is not a bad guy. That is not what I want him to come across as, but he is human. What I don't like about some books is that a lot of the times characters aren't shown as being flawed. Romy has tons of flaws, and I can tell you that Max does as well. He also likes the ladies, but what straight male doesn't? I am not going to go on about Max because he was at the end of the sneak peak. I don't know if I will reveal more yet. We will have to see.

Just a little thought bubble.

I have been starting to come to terms with these thoughts that I have been having about a good friend of mine. He has been a friend for awhile, but sometimes things are kind of weird. We will make cracks about dating, and recently I have come to terms with feelings for him. This guy is such a good friend, so it is kind of awkward. We joke about everything, and it is great. Now things are getting harder. I don't know what I should do about it. He is from Germany, and he goes to college in the states. That is how I met him. My summer plan is to do me, but I am trying not to think about the fall and when he comes back. I don't want our friendship to suffer. Maybe it will be a thing in the past by that time. This is just a short little thought bubble. Anyone have any thoughts on this I would be alright with reading them. I want to tell him, but I am thinking about waiting till fall comes around. Any thoughts on that?

sneak peak at the new writing.

 Romy sauntered into her bathroom of her apartment. This was what she did every morning. Her life was uneventful. Even with going back to college she felt like there wasn't much going on. The night before she was visiting an old friend. He was having a get together, and she met someone. That didn't turn into much. Just a night of making out. Romy never did more than kissing. That didn't mean she didn't like having sex she just liked knowing the person better. The night of making out wasn't on her mind though. She figured she would see the boy again at some point.

The mirror in her bathroom revealed her tired face. Romy washed it quickly and then put on makeup. She was getting ready for her job at a used book store. It wasn't much, but she liked working there. Her pay wasn't terrible, and her boss was nice. Where she worked before did not have a great record for treating their employees. Romy was just happy that she was able to get a better job when she did. Now she would be able to go back to school and not worry about the price of gas or school books as much.

After putting on makeup she got dressed. That normally consisted of skinny jeans a nice shirt and a beanie. There wasn't much to her wardrobe. She wore what was easy to wear. Maybe that was why guys didn't like her. That didn't bother her. Being alone was something that she was used to. It meant she could do whatever she wanted when she wanted. No one would be their to bother her, but it was still nice to cuddle someone besides her cat.

Romy turned off her TV, slipped on her shoes, turned off the lights, and left. She got in her car and drove to work. The key to the store slipped into the key whole and she opened the door then relocked it. It was a good twenty minutes before the store opened. She always got their that early. That was so she could get the store ready. Romy was there open to close almost everyday. All together that did not leave her much time to do anything else. There wasn't anything else she wanted to do. She lived alone, and didn't care for having a partner to share it with. Most of the time it was just her and her cat Lion. He was named after her favorite animal.

The time came for her to open the shop. There were never very many people who came into the shop, so she was not waiting for any big rush to happen. Through the day she swept and made sure that the used book store was clean. Sometimes someone would come in to buy a book or two, and when the shelves got to a point where she needed to refill them. Romy would do just that. That day something happened that she did not expect to happen. There was a man that was inline. She was looking down at a book that she was reading through. Sometimes Romy didn't look up at the costumers right away when she was checking them out. She looked up at this man at the last minute. He looked like someone she met before, but the last time she saw him she was in a hangover haze. Then his name came into her head. It was Max. His dirty blonde hair looked the same as it did that night. Romy didn't even realize that he shopped at used book stores. She never mentioned it to him that she worked at one either.

“Your total comes to $12.50 anything else for you today?” Romy said.

“You are Romy right?” Max said.

“My contact information is in your phone, so yeah I think I would be the only one with that name.” She said putting his books in a plastic bag.

“I guess that is true. You seem different when you aren't drinking.” Max said.

“That tends to happen yes. I am very much more apathetic in my day to day life.” Romy said.

“Well, that does not seem fun at all.” Max said.

“I guess neither does going to a club with a random girl each night of the week sounds fun to me.” Romy said.

“Have you been checking up on me?” Max said.

“I know people, and they talk. We have some of the same friends remember. I don't go asking about people I just met. If I know the name however I am more likely to listen.” Romy said.

“It is not like you think.” Max said.

“Well I don't think anything. I don't really know you. Also it is almost time for the bookstore to close. You have thirty seconds.” Romy said.

“Fine I am gone. I heard such nice things from Andy, and I guess I really don't see it. Maybe you are only fun when you are drinking.” Max said.

“Alright Max you want fun. I will show you fun. Show me how to unwind. Meet me after my shift on Saturday.” Romy said.

“Fine, but drop the bitch act.” Max said.

“Fair enough.” Romy said.

After Max left Romy locked up the store and unlocked her car. She put the key in and drove away to her cheap little apartment. The owner of the place seemed misguided at best. It was LA so everything cost so much. She wasn't from there though. Romy's birth name was Rosemary Clark, but after she moved to California she decided changing her name to Romy Taylor sounded a lot better when it came to pursuing acting. She knew Max was right that she was boring, and kind of bitchy. Auditions were starting to get to her. At this point she didn't feel like she was good enough to be Romy Taylor. Sometimes she did slam poetry about feeling like a failure. Now she couldn't believe that she agreed to go out to clubs with Max.

She pulled up into her parking space and then walked the long line to her apartment. It wasn't that long, but it seemed like it. There was a party going on in the pool area of the apartment complex. This didn't happen once a week, it was every night. Everyone that lived there were trying to be in the entertainment business or kind of were in some way. It was like that show that was on for a while, but less sad and dramatic. Romy normally avoided the party, and went into her apartment where Lion always greeted her. He was a Siberian cat with orange fur. Lion meowed and purred a lot, but Romy never minded. She was always snuggled up with him when she was home.

The next day came and Romy got ready for the day again. That was normally how her day went. She almost always worked. Romy felt like she couldn't afford not to. Working six days a week was the only way she could make it in LA with out ending up on the street. Acting didn't come through for her, at least not yet. Now she worked almost everyday. She made a little over thirty-thousand dollars a year, but it was California. That was just enough so she wouldn't end up living out of her car. Where she was from in Missouri, that would have been enough to support a small family. Romy almost made as much as her parents with their incomes put together. She stopped speaking to them though.

First thought of the day.

There is something that I feel like I should have done. I feel like I should have cuddled with him more afterwards. That may sound weird, but I mean it. I am not going to write about what happened because I figured it isn't something that I should really share for everyone to see. Mostly because I respect that person enough to not do that to them, and if they did end up reading this I don't want to post something that could be embarrassing. I don't use names or anything, but still. Anyways lets just say I met a really interesting person and I had a chance to be with them a little bit longer the next day, but I chose not to take. Instead I was bent on spending time with my friends that I had for awhile because they were all going away for the summer, and I was not going to see them until that fallowing fall. Now I feel kind of stupid because that didn't work out. I wanted to have that extra time with him more than hanging out with my friends that were all busy anyways. It may sound petty, but this is what is on my mind. So if you are reading my blog right now. I am sorry that I didn't take your invite. I really wanted to. Honestly I thought you were really cool.

Life and a new writing!!!!

I started writing a new story. Honestly I don't know how long this one will be, but it is about an apathetic woman that meets someone that teaches her how to let loose a little bit. It really isn't a love story, at least I do not see it as one as of yet. If I see a different vision of it than it might be. Finally I feel the creativity coming back to me. Lately I have been having this weird block. I have been trying to do things, but that hasn't been helping. Sometimes blogging helps, so I have been told. This time I am going to stick to blogging. Life sometimes gets in the way. I get in the way of what I want to do sometimes. It is really early in the morning and I have not gone to bed. Just a lot of things I have been thinking about, but I am still not sad. Being said I can write and feel happy. I don't have to be happy just being in my own little world all the time. That is my problem. I mean I can be happy, but I need to be happy in this world. Sometimes I spend most of my time in my imagination in these little worlds I have created. Everything goes well, because I am the creator. That is how I dealt with things when I was younger. Now that I am an adult on my own in the real world, I have to learn to be happy with my life as a whole. This is something that I feel like is important. Now that I can be happy, I think this current writing will be able to blossom into something great. Before I wasn't happy with my job. It really sucked, so I changed that. If you aren't happy with something then you have to change it. Don't let someone else determine that. That is what I want to do with this story as well. The main character is very apathetic. When she first meets this guy she couldn't care one way or the other. He was just someone that she met pretty much. Her life is pretty dull and she has gotten used to it. This one person helps her realize that life doesn't have be that way, but at the same time she has to decide whether or not she is going to change what she needs to change in order to be happy instead of just in this weird area, or if something else is going to happen. So yeah that. I am thinking about posting the first chapter when I am done with it. I would very much like it if you told me what you think of it when I do post it.

Fast food workers

I felt like it was time to write another blog. It was the first day that the thrift store was open. Finally the moment came right? The tills are easy to use, and I really like it. Honestly I find that it is important to like your job. If you don't then you are stuck working at a place you hate. What is worse than that? Before this I was working at a fast food restaurant. It was a fast food Mexican joint. Anyway one of the things that makes me angry is when people say that oh they just "Flip burgers". Then going on to say that people in fast food shouldn't be paid better because their job isn't as valued? I could say the same thing about cashiers at other stores. My point being is that we all offer a service, and you shouldn't downgrade someone because YOU think that their job is less important than yours. Also fast food is a lot of hard work. I worked in it for a year and I am glad I am out. It wasn't the hard work that bothered me, it was the treatment of fast food workers that did. Most of the people aren't stupid. I also didn't like how certain people in management treated a lot of the workers including myself, but  I will get into that later. Anyway that was what I was thinking. Thanks for reading for those who read, and for those who don't. You should maybe read? Anyway ta ta for now.

Because I'm Happy

In this moment I feel alright. Normally I would be stuffing my face trying to fill some sort of void in my life. Now I am sitting here thinking that I should eat, but for once I am just not hungry. I am not a fat girl by any means, but sometimes I fear that I might become one with my often downward spiral into depression. My love life has been lacking, but I figure that will pick up again when I head back to school. Right now everything in my life is heading in the right direction. Last night I was a little upset about a close friend telling me that they are thinking about moving to Seattle in October. My first that to that was "How dare you leave me in the shit hole state." Then I realized that he needs to do him. The thing that upset me honestly the fact that he wouldn't come back for my birthday, but who knows if he will even go. In the now I have so many things going for me. I am young and attractive so I am happy about that. For real though I am going back to school, and I am making music play lists. Not to mention I am so psyched that I am not working fast food anymore. I have an awesome job at a thrift store now. It seems like between my 40+ hours at the thrift store, writing, and my play list this is going to be an awesome summer. Next fall is going to be awesome because I will be supporting myself with said awesome job, playing play lists, learning stuff, chilling with friends, and writing a bit. YES I CAN HAVE IT ALL. I am doing this thing called do you. Be whoever you think you are, and do whatever to make you happy! You know just don't kill people... Haha seriously no death. I got the do you idea from Ana on the Young Turks.... Also sorry if I don't use paragraphs for my blogs sometimes.. I am doing me, and I say I don't feel like it. :) I also like to use smiley faces instead of periods sometimes..... Have fun with that if I ever do that randomly.

Lina Frost

Hi I am Lina, and I have been writing in blogs for awhile. Lina Frost is my newest pen names. It is pronounced L-eye-na Frost. Most people call me Lina as in L-ee-na. Honestly I answer to both. Going further I switched Pen names because I felt like my old one was not who I wanted to be anymore. That may sound weird, but I feel like we have many parts of us. That person that will always be a part of me is not me anymore. Lina Frost I feel like is who I am now. Right now I work in a thrift store and I feel like I know the most about clothing at the store. That is Lina Frost. She is into that sort of thing. I do not have anything mentally wrong with me. Some people like naming their phases in life. Lina Frost is just a more adult version of myself. It's about time since I am  almost twenty-one. Anyway this blog will be focused on my writings as Lina Frost. I hope you enjoy whatever I have to say.