Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Common Courtesy



Sorry in advance... but I've been in a ranty mood for the past two days and I haven't blogged about anything. Frickin' exams... *blech*

Okay so anyway,
Here's my issue...today...

You, yeah, you, and all of your fucking friends... You suck!

Who the heck failed to teach you how to walk properly amongst society? When I'm walking in a crowded area, I'd rather not play the maze game. WALK ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF THE SIDEWALK! (Literally) I'm trying to get somewhere. I don't need you slowing me down. Don't you have somewhere to be as well?

Which leads me to my next point... Pick up your effing feet and WALK. FASTER!!

Seriously? I understand the times where you're talking a stroll and enjoying the wonderful weather with your significant other, but during peak times between classes?  At least walk on the right side of the sidewalk, and then I can at least pass you...

Fuck you, and fuck your fucking slow ass group of friends who are taking up the WHOLE. FREAKING. SIDEWALK!

I shouldn't have to walk in the dirt and dirty up my shoes just so can take your sweet ass time.

No. You suck. Walk faster. Walk correctly. Be courteous.

Please and thank you.

<3 Tawny

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Chocolate Chip Cookies

Say what you want, but I am TIRED of Chocolate Chip Cookies.

I feel like, any time Anyone makes cookies, for any occasion, it's always the same cookie. Why can't we change it up? Seriously? Maybe throw some walnuts in there?

Whatever happened to the Oatmeal Raisin cookie?

The Snickerdoodle?

M&M cookies?!

How about the White Chip Macadamia Nut Cookie? Now there's a damn cookie.

Oh! Anyone ever heard of Peanut Butter Cookies??

UGH! Seriously! Learn a new fucking recipe! If you're going to take the time to make cookies, at least shake things up a bit. Jeez.

Now, I'm not seriously bashing on anyone in particular, and this is a post that No One should become offended  to.

I just really think we should broaden our horizons. Spread our wings. Learn new things!


Saturday, July 21, 2012

"Make me a sandwich."

Why do women get offended when a man says, "Make me a sandwich,"? Is it really that bad? Are you really that mad?

When a guy says that to me, I just laugh. In all honesty, I would gladly make him a sandwich, but you know what, I'm going to make myself one while I'm at it. It's a freakin' sandwich! Get over yourself. So you were born with a vagina, deal with it. Don't like it, do something about it. Truly, you're getting all worked up for absolutely no reason. If I ever see you lose your head for such a petty matter, I may just slap you silly. I mean come on!

The whole idea of feminism just aggravates me. You're nothing special. You want to be equal, yet you expect men to do everything for you. That's not equal. Like I said, you're nothing special. Yes, it would be wonderful to see more chivalry coming from men, but at the same time, I'm pretty sure that the men would like to see a romantic gesture on your part as well, am I right guys? You've got a job, why don't you pay for a dinner every once in a while? Do something cute, buy him a little daisy. If he's a real man, and comfortable enough with his sexuality, he would appreciate it. You can count on that one.

Another thing women complain about, equal pay. Do you know how many factors go into pay that aren't accounted for in the census? Have you ever thought about that? No, you probably haven't.
If you're so concerned about equaling pay, stop going for more female dominated careers. Still, more women are nurses, teachers, secretaries, etc. Those jobs don't get paid very high. Male dominated careers on the other hand, are CEOs, engineers, doctors, etc. It's just the way things are, and those jobs happen to earn higher salaries. C'est la vie (that's life). Also, maternity leave: ever heard of paternity leave? Why don't you try that one? Also, men are generally more work focused, and women are more family oriented. That's just how things go! Men work more, they earn more. Stop having babies, get some work done, make more money, and stop complaining. It's as simple as that.

I could go on. Marriage? Ya'll are still taking your husband's last name... Once again, why the heck are you complaining?! Shut up, make him take your name! No, you wouldn't do that would you? That's just weird. Shut up.

There are so much more topics I could rant about, but I'm done for today. Like I said before, I shall say it again...


If you don't like it, change it. If you don't want to change it, shut the heck up. I'm tired of it.

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Tattoo Grief

You can still be beautiful with tattoos

FAIR WARNING: This post may become a little... crass. Remember, this is my opinion and my thoughts that I have decided to share with you. If you don't like it, don't read it. If you like it, share it. I want tattoo grief to be ended forever. Thank you.

First, let me just say that tattoos are art. They are a beautiful way to express an individual by their beliefs, defining moments in life, inspirations, memories, or even just something that makes them feel good. For all of you out there who judge people based off of the ink on their skin. Fuck You. If you don't like it, turn your head. For those people who think those with tattoos are dumb, uneducated, dirty, etc., shut the fuck up and let people be the people that they want to be.

Did you know, that there are Tons of people who have tattoos that you cannot see by simply looking at them because they may be hidden by hair, or a jacket, or jeans, or tennis shoes, etc. You think, wow, this person is super nice and down to earth.. Why does the perception have to change once the sleeve is rolled up? Would you change doctors if you found out that he had a sleeve underneath his coat? If you say yes. I dislike you highly...

For those of you who know me, I'm glad that you accept me. For those of you who don't, or think you do, newsflash: I have a tattoo. Actually I have four. They aren't visible unless I wear a tank top, a bathing suit, or have my hair up, so you probably would have never known. When I'm around my friends and coworkers, I'm free to be whoever I am.

In this next picture, a girl gets a tattoo and shares her new addition with her grandfather and he basically reams her out. When I read this, I almost cried. For someone to reject a family member for such a shallow matter upsets me so much. It's a horrible feeling, she had the courage to share herself and got rejected. Sadly, I fear that same thing with my own father. When I was 16, my dad told me that if I ever got a tattoo, he would personally take a potato peeler to my skin and get rid of it himself. So, I figured that I would never tell him when I did because I knew I had always wanted one since I was young. I have four now and I've managed to keep it a secret for quite some time. It tears me apart inside and I've wanted to tell him, but I never knew how. I honestly hope he reads this post. Maybe that would just be the easiest way.

A letter from a Grandfather to his Grandaughter
I think that's all I have for today. Thank you for reading.


Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Question the World Around You

Now please, I do not, by any means, intend for this get people flustered. I'm not knocking any religions, points of view, or perspectives on life in general. This is my opinion and just something that surfaced to my brain when I saw this picture posted on Facebook a few nights ago.

The original poster of this photo was "The Atheist's Bible Commentary" page on Facebook  
This raised quite a question in my mind. We take so many things for granted in this world. Including knowledge and faith. What is contradictory to me, are the things we don't question when to me, I feel like those are the things that should be. Faith doesn't seem to be questioned as much I think it should be. Granted, as a whole, it is questioned everyday by people trying to find the religion or spiritual pathway that may fit them and their lifestyle the best. And Granted, faith is about believing, but isn't seeing/knowing believing? There's a reason why it's called "Blind Faith". Take the blindfold off.

What Mark Twain brings up with his quote is that with the things he does not yet understand, he will in time. Fine, not a problem. But, as for the things he does understand, that's when it's time to question.
You can't intelligently question something you don't understand, you have to find the 'facts' first. Once you understand, you should question. Why is it that when it comes to the Bible, everything in it is fact because it's the word of God. How do we know for sure? It's impossible. On top of that, the Bible has gone through so many translations over the years, that there's no denying, some points had to have been lost in translation.

What tends to worry me, is that we're taking our faith(s) for granted. We do as we're told, because God tells us to. Why? How do we know for sure? You sit in church, and listen to the pastor/father/(other) tell you his translation of the what the Bible says.

Every religion interprets it differently. 
Yet every religion claims that its own interpretation is the correct one.
How in the world can we possibly know that?
If everyone claims they're right, then how can anyone be wrong? What if everyone actually is correct? Maybe that's how God intended it. But at the same time, who the Heck are you to tell another that they're wrong? You don't know. You'll never know. Until you pass on, that's when the final test ensues. So how about we all agree to disagree, and leave each other the fuck alone? Before you judge or condemn another person for a different point of view,(which by the way, that is not your place) evaluate your own damn self and put yourself in another mindset. Question things. It's okay.

Monday, June 18, 2012

Everyone Has A Story

It seems to me that as humans in society, we long to be different than everyone else. To be unique. To add some kind of new spice to the mix. Yet, when we take the time to actually look at one another, we've all been through the same basics. We've all been through some kind of traumatizing childhood experience. We've all been in some sort of relationship that's led to heartbreak. And we all crave human interaction, connection, and companionship. Even the person who claims he doesn't need anyone in his life, and that he's independent, craves someone every once in a while to satisfy his natural human desires. In a way, we all have something in common. Because of this, everyone has a story and everyone wants to share it with someone.

Aside from this, I've come to notice something.

Everyone wants to be known for something. So, we document our lives, minds, and imagination in ways we don't always realize, just so we can share with another. Now, I like to dabble - in many things. One thing I tend to dabble in is writing. I've tried poems, I've tried songs, I have random diary/journal entries for my own eyes, obviously I blog, and I've tried authorship. I always wanted to be something, to be famous for it or something. Everyone else who did it, made it in the world. I felt that I was never creative enough for stuff like that. So I always though I was the only one. Coming to college, I found a few others like me. And more recently, I've discovered many a friend who are in the process of writing one or more books.

I thought of something today, those people - authors, singers, poets, etc - have told their story. Even fantasy writers, their story comes from their imagination, but it's still theirs.

Everyone has a story. We all just tell it differently.

T.V. these days, tell us we're not interesting enough to be put on a reality show, or don't have the right look for a chance to audition for a talent show. Don't listen to them. Listen to me. You have a story, and you as an individual are interesting. Don't be afraid to share that story with anyone, in any form. It's a natural feeling to want to share a part of you with someone, so do it. and remember, You're not alone.

Friday, June 8, 2012

A Love/Hate Relationship with Facebook: Part 1

Facebook, and just about every other social networking site are corrupting all of society. Our society these days is so dependent on updating our pictures and profiles online that our worlds are starting to completely revolve around the internet. I won't pretend that I'm not a victim, because I am. I have a Twitter, a Facebook, two blogs, multiple email accounts, a Netflix, etc. I go on Lulztruck frequently. I check Questionable Content everyday Monday-Friday. I even do most of my shopping online. I can't help it. But the problem I'm finding is when Facebook even takes rule over the conscious mind.

I was hanging out with a friend and her sister  about a month ago, and overheard a conversation about a recent break-up. It was a normal convo until one of them said, "They've been broken up for a week now and his profile picture still has her in it. Don't you think that once you break up with someone you would change your profile pic?" Really?? That's what were concerned about? A picture? What about the well being of the two of them?!

Then of course, there's the whole relationship status factor. "It's not official until it's Facebook official." Oh? So nothing in my life is relevant or accurate until I put it on Facebook? My relationships don't count unless Everyone knows about it? Oh, okay. Thanks for letting me know.

Do you not see how ridiculous this is?
One more thing for now. Birthdays. I kind of detest the people who see that it's someone's birthday, and nonchalantly posts Happy Birthday... Did you actually know that it was your so-called friends birthday, or did Facebook tell you to post a pointless message? No one likes getting 83 notifications when each post is the exact same thing. One. After. Another... If you're friends with them, at least make the message something personal. If you had absolutely no idea that their birthday was even coming up soon and you haven't even talked to that person on 1+ years, don't even bother. No one needs your fake friendliness. You wanna wish me a happy birthday, great, talk to me in real life two please? Much appreciated.

Don't be this person.

Sunday, June 3, 2012


What ever really did happen to chivalry? I don't mean the 80's romantic comedy kind that Emma Stone speaks of in the movie Easy A, and I'm not necessarily talking about opening the door for a girl while smiling in kindness as she nods her head in thanks. I know that kind of chivalry is out there. I've been blessed enough to experience it myself. I'm talking of the romantic side of things.

Courting. Getting to know a girl before you decide you like her.

Dating. Getting to know her further because you like her and you want to see if the two of you are compatible. Then, taking that next step further by entering into a committed relationship because you can see some kind of future and you want to learn everything about her. I feel like that doesn't happen anywhere except for in the media. In movies, love is portrayed as something that just happens. On t.v. romance is oversimplified with extravagant dates and candlelit dinners. Neither of those are real, but I have to believe that somewhere, somehow, forms of those are truly real.

Back in earlier times, men stood on the right side of a woman because if one were to throw their garbage outside of their window from the second story of an apartment building on top of a bakery, just as the couple were to walk past, then then man would risk his being to keep the woman from getting the flack.

Chivalry. Where is it?

Romance. It has to be out there somewhere. In the media, you see well thought out dates and plans to spark romance so that by the end of the night, a certain chemistry experiment will be brought to the test. A kiss good night. Simple, yet extremely important. I don't think I've ever had that. I have only once had a man ask me on an actual date before. That date brought the chemistry between us to life. It's been two years. Multiple guys have tried to get me to fall for them, to become my boyfriend, even the plausibility of marriage in the distant  future was brought up. Now, I'm not saying I haven't been on a date in two years, but with all of the chasing that's gone on, not once have I been asked on a proper date. Usually, it's me begging for a nice dinner date. It seems as if I walk into nothing but dead ends.

I don't need a John Cusack outside my window with a boombox, by any means. Although, it would be kind of cute. All I want, is a guy to say, "Tawny, I would like to take you out to dinner, and maybe afterwords go on a walk together." Is that too much to ask, or am I really just a hopeless romantic?