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Finished my last final today...so I'm officially done with winter quarter yo! I get to go home for spring break tomorrow and I'm excited to meet up with all the friends that I miss oh so much.


But anyways that's not what this blog is about. With finals week comes stress, anxiety and people constantly updating each other about how they think they did. I constantly hear people saying:

"I raped that final"
"That final raped me"

and it makes me uncomfortable. Aaron from casa came up to me and told me that...when I asked him why he said that he said because the exam was super easy and he think he did really well. I told him the word rape is really extreme and I find it inappropriate to use. To which he responded that it's socially acceptable. I turned to Juan to get some support and Juan agreed with Aaron. I asked why and Juan said "Well rape is something really powerful and he felt he commanded the test." Juan then continued to say that me telling Aaron that some people would find that word inappropriate and he shouldn't use it is fascist. To which I replied that "I'm not forcing Aaron to not say the word. I'm simply educating him so that he understands that words can hurt and he should be aware of that. 1 in 4 women in college are raped and that means that at least 10 of the girls in this building will face it at some time."

Aaron said (dripping with sarcasm) "What if I said I killed or murdered the test? Would that be more appropriate?"
I said "Possibly."
Juan said (skeptically) "So taking someone's life is better than rape?"
I said "To some people, yes. They'd rather have been killed."
Juan said "There's no way that's true."

The basketball game was on and someone dunked. Aaron said "WHOA! That guy totally raped the basketball! *smirks* nahh Karina I'm just pushing your buttons because you're making such a big deal about this and getting all heated up."
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All I'm saying to everyone and anyone reading this....choose your words carefully! Saying "I raped that final" is just as bad as saying "That's retarded" or "That's gay" because you don't know what someone is going through or has gone through. Be careful because you may be hurting someone unintentionally because you don't know his/her history....

That's freedumb of speech for you...

Distractions

I REALLY have to stop finding new music on youtube when I have a final the very next day.

Otherwise, I'll just keep discovering cuties:


Oh Trey Songz, your babymaking music is the best distraction.

Perhaps I should turn away and focus on something more important like aplacetolovedogs.com:

Yup, that's definitely less distracting than a man who's lyrics can cause goosebumps.

Insomnia has it's perks....I find the best websites to waste time on :p

On the brink

Potential:



So I'm pretty darn close to getting another tattoo. I've been wanting a Ganesh for almost 2 years now and I feel like I've waited long enough. I'm just a bit confused whether I'm going to follow my original plan or not. See, I have a Buddha on my left side (and it's simple) and I planned on having a simple Ganesh on my right side. HOWEVER, I realize that Ganesh means too much to me and I'd rather get an intricate Ganesh on the back of my right shoulder...the problem is, I don't know what to get on my right side to balance out the Buddha. Perhaps a lotus flower or a sun? I JUST DON'T KNOW. So I shall wait until I figure everything out before taking on another permanent stamp (licked on by kittens).

I wish my parents accepted my tattoos. They're a part of me. I put careful thought and consideration into each and every one of my tattoos and they mean so much to me. Kanika was able to just walk up to my mom and show her the OM; I wish I could do that. I've lived on my own for 1.5 years as of right now and I'm still a young child in my parents' eyes. I mean, I love my parents and I respect them but when will they start respecting me as an adult woman capable of making decisions? I'm almost 20 years old and I still have an 11pm curfew at home (did I mention I'm not allowed to sleep over anywhere except my house?). The day will come when they see my tattoos and I can guarantee that it will not be a pretty sight for anybody that day. All I can do is hope that one day my parents will understand that these tattoos express who I am and what I've been through better than I ever could.

They see flaws and I see perfected self expression.

It's 3:20am and I should be studying for finals but alas, the motivation doesn't strike. ONWARD MARCH

letterstocrushes.com

(Thank you Heidi Diaz for showing me this site)


March 9th--

I could have sworn I loved you in 6th grade.

Fell to pieces when you switched schools.

Found you again, and would reroute my walk to classes just to see you.

Heard of you through friends of friends.



And right now you're laying next to me 6 years later. It was worth it.



SO I would like to edit one thing...it wasn't 6th grade for me. It was 10th (: