Wicked.Sick

and I’m tired…of so many things. Seeing the same people and the same places everyday. Experiencing the same situations over and over and over again. This summer was so not what I thought it was gonna be. I’m about to go away and I’ve never been happier to get away from a place as I am right now. My body’s overworked but my mind is even more overworked. I just wanna lay by the water, let the warmth of the sun penetrate deep into my bones, and rock out to the Beatles. I like vacations cause they pause the automatic shit launcher that life is controlling. It’s the biggest relief I’ve gotten in a while. I’m gonna be surrounded by awesome people that I love unconditionally and love me in return. I’m gonna get a chance to see amazing friends that I haven’t been able to hang out with all summer. Yes, there are many awesome things that this vacation will bring but I think THE best part is the absence of Best Buy for the next few weeks. But I’m broke as shit so I’m gonna need to get right back to work when this is over. But while I’m gone, there’s not one thing about this place I’m gonna miss…except for my best friend. But a couple of weeks away from each other will do us good cause I think we’ve both grown equally sick of each other. I plan on coming back refreshed and revamped, leaving all old bullshit behind and slowly regaining my ataraxic beliefs. I’m just gonna be a chill kid.

Okay, so a friend of mine from like 7th grade was in town and wanted to hang out. I was down for the cause since I hadn’t seen him in about 2 years and needed to get outta the house. Glad I did cause I’ve yet to meet someone who owns Guitar Hero on expert like he does. He and his girlfriend (who’s amazing by the way) played great hosts…and I got to play with puppies! (I’m getting a Westie - Poo)

So, stuck without a plan for the night we took a trip down to Blockbuster to rent a movie. We picked out a couple and got back to the house. I have a choice between “The Air I Breathe” or “Southland Tales”…I chose the latter cause I thought it would have a somewhat lighter plot.

Now, I’m not gonna knock the movie cause I don’t necessarily think it was bad. I just think it’s more suited for people that cheat on their significant others and are able to keep up with multiple plots. Now anyone that knows me understands that I posses the one-trackiest (my word) mind EVER. So, to say I was confused during this ensemble piece would most definitely be an understatement. I will say this, the internet is most DEFINITELY the future. It was really crazy. It was done by the same dude that did Donnie Darko so I guess yea I don’t know lol. It wasn’t bad but it wasn’t on like Tranformers 2 level for me.

I don’t wanna ruin it for anyone in case you ever plan on watching it, but if you get a chance do check it out and help me understand it please!

The 1998 sci-fi thriller from director Robert Rodriguez never fails to grasp my attention, and it’s pretty hard to do that. I saw this movie when it first came out in theatres and fell in love, at the tender age of 10, with Josh Hartnett. Now, 10 years later (damnit! i’m old as dirt) the movie seems more funny than scary, and more ridiculous than believable. It was good entertainment though…both then and now. I looked at it then and wished I could beat the shit outta my teachers like they did. I also thought Usher’s acting was ::cough:: good ::cough:: back then…I was highly mistaken. Um, do check this film out if you’re bored on a rainy night. However, don’t expect great writing and cutting edge directing like “Sin City” or “Planet Terror”.  It is way better than “The Happening” though…

There’s blood, explosions, gunshots to the head…it’s amazing. You’ll love it.

Welcome folks.

Yes it is I, Fresh2def…She Is, but better known to my friends as Whitney Daniell however, you and I are not friends yet. I’ve come to make my mark on this Wicked.Sick blog, maybe drop a little bit of knowledge for you guys but for all my usual music, kicks and fun head over to my spot…. HERE

For those who don’t know me… I am madly addicted to Nike Dunks and C.O. Bigelow lip gloss… I am currently listening to N.E.R.D. “Seeing Sounds” and I love it… I am a Temple University student and full time slave to the man. Anything else, the link is above and you can come see about me!

my life. it’s really a fascinating thing, really. ENJOY!

now, before i get into this, i want you to know that i understand i have not met every single man in this world, and that not everyone is the “same” - whatever the fuck that means. but ok. just hear me out for a little.

over the past couple of weeks i’ve found myself in the type of situation that makes chicks like mary j. put out grammy winning records. so this guy i was - i don’t even know what we were doing - led me to believe that he was single. hung out with me for a couple of weeks, and asked me to be his girlfriend and all that bullshit. all the while, he seems to have had a girlfriend, even though he denies it. my thing is, i find it hard to believe that sex is THAT serious to guys, that they feel the need to lie, deceive, and hurt people just to get some. i mean, really though? i guess the fact that i’m a really cool, chill person who has an amazing taste in music and a kind heart doesn’t matter. cause, at the end of the day, i’m just a vagina. of course, it’s the same old “he did me wrong and i feel like the world should know” story. but i’m not here to comment on the certain individual. that’s not what this is about. it’s a commentary on our society and perhaps a plea for answers.

A member of the genus Homo, family Hominidae, order Primates, class Mammalia, characterized by erect posture and an opposable thumb, especially a member of the only extant species, Homo sapiens, distinguished by a highly developed brain, the capacity for abstract reasoning, and the ability to communicate by means of organized speech and record information in a variety of symbolic systems.

above is the dictionary’s definition of a man. note that a man, as a homo sapien, is “distinguished by a highly developed brain, the capacity for abstract reasoning, and the ability to communicate…” in comparison to other species. so when i’m told by those around me that men “don’t care about anything” and are “only after sex”, excuse me if i remain skeptical and refuse to accept this. honestly, i don’t buy that whole “men are dumber than women” bullshit either. i’m tired of excuses being made, by both men AND women, as to why guys acceptably behave the way they do. it’s ridiculous. it goes back to that whole idea of a self-fulfilling prophecy. a man will behave the way he does because society expects and accepts it.

i propose an experiment be done. find a deserted island - one that hasn’t been affected by modern society at all - and, on it, raise children who will remain unaffected by society in any way. of course, i’m not denying that there are certain roles that men and women automatically assume based on the way their psyche is constructed. however, as far as men go, i’m sure “womanizer” isn’t something that’s hardwired into their brains.

then again, i could be wrong about all of this. and even if this experiment were ever to be carried out, there’s always the complexity of the human brain and the ability it has to evolve to think about. i guess we’ll never know.

and i know this post was ridiculously long and, chances are, no one will read it. but i needed to write it cause it seems like every time i try to tell someone where i’m coming from they give me that whole “that’s just the way it is” bullshit. sorry if i don’t accept that.

and i guess the silver lining in this mess of a dark cloud is that a lesson was learned. i don’t know how good of a lesson cause it’s just made me even more skeptical and i don’t really like being like that. but, this world is full of billions of people and i’m sure there’s SOMEONE out there i’ll connect with and there’s no need to rush.

everything goes good for a while; really good. then it gets fucked up. my shit is always getting fucked up. i don’t know if it’s the people i meet/ surround myself with or the situations i put myself in. i wonder if i’m just not meant to be happy. i guess not.

alex turner of the arctic monkeys (one of my favorite bands) has teamed up with miles kane of the rascals to form the last shadow puppets, a side project. now, i’ve never really listened to the rascals but i love the arctic monkeys and alex turner’s voice so i decided to download and give it a listen. definitely one of those albums i wish i’d bought. it’s pretty awesome and they are great together. enjoy this video of them performing the track “the meeting place” (my personal favorite) acoustically live at avatar studios in ny.

be shot into outer space and just float around for the rest of my life - alone - i’d like that. my life feels like a video game. everything and everyone is strategically placed for me to stumble upon. it feels like people only react based on my actions and when i’m not around they’re just piles of matter. no individual lives or stories. my fate could be predetermined, or worse, in the hands of some adolescent playing a Sims-like video game and controlling my every move. everything is too connected. I HEAR THE CLASH EVERYWHERE I GO!!! i just want it to stop. coincidences don’t exist.

question everything. believe in nothing.

So…I don’t even know where to begin. I was fine. Great even. And some shit happened last Saturday.  I totaled my car like the idiot that I’m beginning to believe I am. Three days before my birthday, and of course it was my fault - how could it not be? So now I suffer without a vehicle for God knows how long. I feel guilty cause my roommate is suffering as well. And it’s all because I have the inability to pay attention to shit. I’m a total douche bag.

Clearly I’ve suffered enough, yes? No! I’m riding my bike to my final on Friday morning, and it’s raining like shit. So I’m already soaking wet, and SOMEHOW I run over a nail and bust my tire. I’m forced to walk the rest of the way to school, in the pouring rain, with no umbrella, and a busted bike. I take my final wet, hoping that I don’t catch pneumonia and die, and precede to take my ass to the Temple University bookstore to purchase a new outfit [$100].

So I’m now forced to determine my self-worth and ride Septa, cause my only form of transportation is gone. But, some good friends will make everything okay. I love you guys like you have no idea.

And again, if you’re ever sitting back wondering how much your life sucks…FUCK YOU! Cause I’m pretty sure mine sucks just a little more. But I’m pretty cheerful anyway. A little rain or a major car accident isn’t gonna bring me now. C’MON LIFE! BRING IT!!!! BRING THAT SHIT!!!

okay, enough. gotta go to my film final and walk my ass home in the rain. PAYCE!

So tell me how, for the first time this semester (probably in my entire college career), I’m sitting and writing a paper. Like the way you’re supposed to. Reading the material that needed to be read. Quoting shit. And like really digging into it. All of this is occurring while I gently rock to the Beatles. I swear, they’re the truth. It’s a crazy calm. But yea, I’ll get back to work now. I may actually like writing papers now. Crazy thought.

But…enjoy this video. It’s a bunch of awesome images compiled and soundtracked by the Beatles’ “Across the Universe”, which is probably the best song ever written I would argue.

“jai guru deva om”

nothing’s gonna change my world.