This week in the Latte Mug we are going to discuss quirky dreams that many of you may not know we have.
I have a quirky dream. It is actually maybe a slightly dark or evil dream, but those are allowed too, right? Yes, right, for intents and purposes of this blog we are going to say it is perfectly acceptable. Stay with me. I have a dream that one day I will gain a backbone of superhero proportions. One thing about myself that I absolutely despise is my constant mild mannered and "other people's feelings" over-concern. I tend to care about folks emotions that could care less about the great fabulous poet named Alise. How could anyone not care about how I feel? I'm cute, sweet, and keep everyone laughing. Yet, the imbeciles exist. Because of their existence is the reason I wish to possess, even if for only a day, the strength to deflect and mentally destroy these bad people. I desire to be able to open my mouth and say exactly how I feel, without regard of someone's pout, look of disgust, or intense pain from me stepping on their unrighteous feet. I want to have the death ray of a laser strong side-eye and words and tone to back it up. Really, I just want to stop being verbally stepped on and avenge my fellow soft-spoken, shy, sweet, beautiful souled comrades who never quite can say the right thing when faced with assholes. Can we have just one day to be heard and be respected? I'll see y'all later, I have a fitting for my cape and interviews for my sidekick....
It's "The Wire" Friday y'all, check out the clip below:
*Warning: Contains explicit language*
Okay, I am really feeling myself. (Boys, get your minds out the gutter) I just got a sudden surge of über-confidence. I am doing some behind the scenes things right now that are going to be awesome for me, my future career, and even this blog. Soon I will be revealing some of the things I discussed in the fear. post. As Omar said in the clip above, "Even if I miss I can't miss!" I am really feeling that. Even in the midst of all the sad things going on with our world and our economy, I am optimistic anyway. I have made some baby steps such as self publishing a book*, hopping on more stages, and finally tackling that short story that has been "scary @ me" for so long. I am sticking to my goals and I can't wait to unveil the fabulous me. So enjoy your "Cube Sabbath Day" and have a vanglorious, splendiferous, funrageous** weekend!!!
*All the cool kids and Luvvie are buying "Alise in Wonderland" **No dictionaries were harmed in the creation of those words
I'll put the link up soon, it's a book of poetry called "Alise in Wonderland", word on the street is it is the hotness, but I ain't one to gossip, so you ain't heard that from me...... and guess what else?
Cubicle Crusaders will have a book/tome of awesomeness early 2009, BOLO*!
Okay, back to your regularly scheduled programming..... :)
*Alise looooooooooooves the kids*, this is today's Friday throwback....
Okay, I have talked on this blog about:
* How much I hate my job * Things to make my hated job a little more bearable * Where I want to go (or Tiha saying where she wants to leave) * Inspiration and positive vibes * Nonsense/Rambling
Yet, I have never talked about what I want to do specifically or why I would want to do it? Or better yet, what qualifies me to do so. Well today is you unlucky day. What does Alise want to be "when she grows up"? Funny you should ask...... I want to be an English teacher that writes books, plays, & poems in her leisure. (and a Vegas showgirl, but I am too short, I digress) That is a far cry from what I did become when I grew up. I know there is a lot of bullcrap that comes with being a teacher, but that isn't what this blog is about, so please do not rain on my parade with the obvious, I AM smart and insightful a little bit. I want to talk about why I want to be a teacher and also why I think I would be an awesome teacher.
- I am resourceful and can make a dollar out of $.15 so I know I could be creative with the sad lack of resources educators are given these days.
- I understand the value of the little things that can put a sparkle in a child's eye and affect their lives, for example peep this:
T 2U: why u so moody T 2U: is it the people? Alise: naw. T 2U: the broken computer? Alise: naw, but the computer aint make it no betta tho T 2U: gotcha T 2U: so what else you gonna write about? Alise: i dunno Alise: good question T 2U: something distracting T 2U: how about what you would do if you were president? T 2U: new cars for all? T 2U: vacations in aruba? Alise: bring back the arts in schools Alise: bring back the education in schools Alise: i couldn't do much for education as president though ,bc isn't that a state thang? T 2U: i think its a school thing T 2U: and resources thing Alise: i think that is why i awant to teach Alise: there are some teachers i had along the way that really cared and were innovative Alise: things that a teacher said to me in the 3rd grade i remember verbatim Alise: I had a 3rd grade assistant teacher that said things to me to make me feel comfortable about wearing my glasses, and now I can relate them into feeling good about being different in my adult life Alise: she made it a point everyday to tell me how cool different can be and she even said "The kids that pick on you now will be the ones when you grow up that are jealous and wish they were you" and she said it in such a way that I REALLY believed it Alise: side note: Do you know I run into that lady every now and then in the grocery store and she remember my whole gubment name and remembers the whole glasses thing Alise: Maybe I should post about why I should be a teacher T 2U: you had big ole glasses?! T 2U: ha ha T 2U: ha ha
* I hate Tiha by the way*
- Contrary to popular belief I love kids, ("Martin looooove da kids"....see video at the beginning of the post) I just am not keen on babies and toddlers.
- I want to share my passion for books, culture, and writing with the kiddies, the way my 10th grade English teacher was able to get a bunch of my nonchalant, school hating classmates to do. That man was a genius and really sparked a fire in us.
- Middle school and high school aged kids are drawn to me, like PBG is the baby whisperer, I am the pre-teen whisperer. I remember I used to volunteer at the Boys & Girls Club in the summers (and tutored in the Fall) and those kids loved them some "Miss Alise". Those kids were probably the worst behaved children on the planet and were victims of extreme poverty, but somehow my group NEVER had any incidents like the other groups had, even the "real" counselors were amazed at how I was able to reach out to them and earn their respect. Imagine my fulfillment!
So, my loyal, lovely, lurking readers: If you are not in the occupation you want to be "when you grow up", what do you want to do and why? If you are, what is that occupation? Share, it's good for the soul and all the cool kids do it.
Have a great Friday! Peace, goodwill towards women.....
My voice is still hoarse from screaming at the top of my lungs, overwhelmed by emotion from something I thought that never would be, but always hoped ever could be. I’m still about speechless over what has happened. I never thought I’d see it in my lifetime. So on that note, I’m taking it back with a little something something from my boy Jigga, when he talks about what he’d hoped to accomplish in his lifetime. The time has passed when we looked to the future and count all the things we’d never see. The time is now to think about all the things we will achieve…in my lifetime…
Jay-Z, "In My Lifetime"
Alise here: On the topic of Jigga and my joy, all I gotta say is "Can I Live???!!!!" YES I CAN!!!... that is all.....
