The Adventures of Shekinah at Starbucks… Take two!

I know I owe everyone a major update but THIS. IS. IMPORTANT. 

So… you guys know that I am basically a regular at every Starbucks in existence *wink*. Yeah, no I’m not. I don’t think that would be healthy, or humanly possible. But yeah, I was at Starbucks again today and I had the weirdest table neighbors ever. Sad face.

“What the hell are table neighbors?!” <—— What you may be wondering. HAVE NO FEAR! SHEKINAH, THE WALKING URBAN DICTIONARY, IS HERE. Ok wow. Yeah, I’m pretty sure the dictionary I am is only understandable in Shekinahville. But you are all permanent residents so I guess you have nothing to worry about. TABLE NEIGHBORS are the people that sit beside you in a restaurant, cafe, or any other place on planet Earth that’s table count is uh… more than one. Whether they are on your left or on your right, nobody cares. They are your table neighbors. So give them some sugar. 

So yes, back to my story that I had to put on hold for a moment because you are all so clueless! No I’m joking. I love you all.

Today we have two girls and a guy. From what I’m guessing, these girls are friends and they just met this guy. He’s totally into one of them and the other girl is like the third wheel. Should we name them? I think we shall.

Boy: Rosco

Girl #1: Matilda

Girl #2: Kilimanjaro

They sat down and Kilimanjaro looked like she had some work to do so she busted out the old Macbook and left Rosco and Matilda to talk for a bit. They seemed like they were pretty into each other… So they were talking and I wasn’t really paying attention as to what the conversation was about because let’s face it… I am one preoccupied individual. And I say that hesitantly because… well, just continue reading. What caught my ear was hearing Rosco ask Matilda what she looked for in a guy. It went a little something like this…

Rosco: ”So what attracts you to a guy?”

Matilda: ”Tattoos.”

Rosco: ”Check.”

Matilda: ”Piercings.”

Rosco: ”Check.”

Shekinah: ”WOAH ROSCO, YOU SURE ARE A CATCH!” (No, I didn’t say this out loud. I’m sure Matilda had already figured out herself that the man of her dream was sitting right in front of her. She also didn’t fail to mention to him that she had never found these “characteristics” in a guy before. I’m sure she hasn’t, they’re so diverse.)

So they kept talking and I obviously kept listening. DON’T judge me, you know you would have done the same thing. The next thing I knew, Matilda decided to take things to a whole other level and began to go through her wallet to let Rosco have a peek at her ID and driver’s license (wow Matilda, isn’t that a bit too soon? I mean, on the first date?). Of course Rosco didn’t decide against it though. THAT went a little something like this…

Rosco: “Let me see…”

Matilda: “There. Haha. That was taken a few years ago… Would you have dated me then?” 

Rosco: ”Matilda, your license expired 4 months ago…”

Matilda: ”WHAT?! NO! ARE YOU SERIOUS?!”

Rosco: ”Yeah, you didn’t know you’ve been driving this whole time with an expired license?”

Matilda: ”NO! IF YOU DIDN’T TELL ME, I WOULDN’T HAVE KNOWN!”

Again, wow Matilda. Seriously? I’m not sure if she pretended like she didn’t know so that she could make Rosco feel like her hero, or whether she really didn’t know. But that was epic. At that point, I really didn’t care anymore about what these people had to say to each other. So I went back to paying attention to nothing else but my Macbook, Blackberry and latte. My babies. On to what’s important in life… Tumblr (so I could write about this), Facebook (so I could write about this), and Google (so I could stalk Dave Grohl as much as internetly possible). Can you say “winner”?

And just when I thought I was done with eavesdropping on my table neighbors.. They do the unthinkable. THEY GIVE ME NO CHOICE. THESE WOMEN (Matilda and Kilimanjaro) START SINGING AT THE BLOODY TABLE. I noticed that Matilda got into serious mode and started googling some crap on her iPad. Little did I know that she was actually trying to find the lyrics to an Adele song (the one that has something to do with fire)! Then when she got it, she and Kilimanjaro got closer and began singing the lyrics. Out loud. Out freakin’ loud. In the middle of a Starbucks. Need I say more? Of course when they talk, I can choose whether or not I’d like to eavesdrop on their conversation, BUT WHEN YOU START SINGING? You aren’t exactly giving me a choice there, aren’t you? What does this place look like to you? A KARAOKE BAR? GET OUT OF HERE, YOU DIDN’T EVEN BUY A DRINK!

Okay, A) I need to calm down. B) This is none of my business. And C) THEY NEED TO SHUT THE HELL UP. Yeah, I know they have terrible singing voices and it’s entertaining… but honey, isn’t this like the wrong place and the wrong time? What’s worst is that they forgot the melody to one part, and Rosco decided to step in and try to save the day again. Dude, are you for real? Sometimes I scare myself when I write about things like these. I know I live a normal life from Monday to Friday but is this really how I should be spend my weekends off? OH THE CONFUSION.  

At least now I can make a couple new additions to my “What NOT to Do at a Starbucks” list. Yay.

Meow.

"I’M BACK. BE.PREPARED.CRAZIEST.KITTY.ATTACK.EVS."

BOO!

I miss you guys. I wish I used this blog to release my frustrations and that I could accept the help that you all have been trying to give me.

Now is the worst time to talk though. I feel like a failure. No control at all. I keep forgetting about my goals. Therefore, they are drifting further and further away from me. It’s not fun. I wish I never listened to everyone around me when they told me to take some time to get my health in order by coming out of my regular routine. I feel like I’ll never go back to the way I once was.

I’m so tired of telling myself that “tomorrow is a new day”. I know it’s true, but why am I not strong enough to start today? I just wish I could say something once and do it without having someone brainwash me into doing otherwise. My mind is so screwed.

I’m tired of pretending that I’m okay. Why can’t anyone see that I’m being eaten up inside? Why doesn’t anyone try to stop me?

I can’t stop myself anymore….

How have my babies been?

I know things have been getting pretty scary to some of you and I haven’t been being as active as I used to be. There have been many changes being made in my life against my will and we all know how much change freaks me out. I’m not at home as much I’d like to be, I’m constantly around the people I dislike, my sleeping arrangement are pretty messed up, I’m not as productive as I used to be… 

I, have once again, lost control… of everything. 

It’s not fun. Not fun, at all. Even when I’m alone, I feel monitored. It’s never quiet. There’s never a moment of rest. Everything controls me! EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE. I don’t understand why. I don’t understand, and neither does anyone else. I fight back tears as I write this.

I wish, for the sake of those around me, I was perfect.

Happy Birthday, David Eric Grohl. I love you. So much.

Happy Birthday to one of my biggest inspirations in life, Zacarias Manuel de la Rocha.

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Today… I found myself sitting at the edge of my couch in the TV room… crying. It didn’t even seem real. I shook out of my confusion and asked myself, “how did I get here?”. Physically, how did I get here? And mentally, how did I get here? I sobbed for what seemed to be 5 minutes. I can’t be completely sure of the duration. I sobbed a little harder when I came to a realization that nobody could hear me. I felt that I could just let it all out in that moment because the vacuum was being used upstairs and there was no way anyone was going to hear or walk in on me. So right there and then, in the middle of doing my chores, I was sitting on the couch with one hand holding a wet rag and another covering my mouth. So many voices running through my head. So many words. Hurtful words. I tried to block them out but they kept getting louder. I started trying to take control by speedily wiping away my tears and getting up from the couch. I set the rag down on the coffee table and went into the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and anger quickly replaced sadness. I jumped around for a little while, waiting for the redness in my eyes to leave. When It did, I put my glasses on, came out of the bathroom and carried on with my chores. Like nothing ever happened. Like I was never sad. Like I never felt worthless. Like I never felt that I couldn’t do anything right…

Hellooo, my beautiful little cinnamon rolls! Who’s hungry? I sure am. I’m sure calling you guys “cinnamon rolls” didn’t help either.

Hate me, huh? 

Serious post coming right up.

wankersofamerica:

Protesters out in force outside People Magazine Headquaters today after Bradley Cooper was dubiously selected as ‘Sexiest Man Alive 2011’

omg this is really happening. ARE YOU KIDDING ME.

meanwhile, in america

omg.

OH. MY. GOSH.

Who in their right mind would discontinue these babes?

R.I.P. Steve Jobs

I woke up this morning and did the usual…

I brushed my teeth, washed my face, put on my glasses, and checked my iPod for updates in the world. Then it hit me. I looked at my iPod and said, “your maker’s no longer with us.”

Ugh, I suck.

Just last year, my parents decided to show my brother and I how much they loved us by buying a couple MacBook Pros and letting us call them our own. About a year prior, they bought us each an iPod Touch. What amazing parents. If you were to ask my brother and I how these gadgets have changed our lives, we’d probably both tell you that we… can’t say. Then, you’d check your email the following day and find essays from both him and I on how exactly our lives have changed. And there would be no grammatical errors whatsoever. At least not in mine.

Call me “dramatic”, but I honestly don’t think my life would be complete without my MacBook Pro or my iPod. I would not be the person I am today if Apple had not existed. I would not be able to do what I do in the way that I do it if Steve Jobs had not embraced nonconformity and originality. What I want to do with my life and how I intend on making a living revolves strictly around the computer and I can’t imagine ever doing anything else. Steve Jobs has inspired me greatly to pursue whatever is in my heart in a way that I’m comfortable with. And I have every intention of doing so. I’m sure my parents didn’t think much of getting the MacBook Pros for us at the time… but I want nothing more than for them to be able to say that it was one of the best decisions they have ever made in their lives. And soon, they will. They WILL say that it was one of the best decisions they have ever made in their lives. They will see how these gifts would not only go on to play a huge part in the future careers of their beloved children, but in their lives as everyday members of society as well. Then, they will thank God, for not only blessing them with the funds… but also for blessing the mind of Steve Jobs. For if it were not for his mind, which led to his inventions, their children and millions of other young people in the world, would not be living their dreams by doing what they love and making a living. AT THE SAME TIME.

Did you call me “dramatic” yet? Because if you didn’t, now would be an appropriate time.

The news of his death was a lot harder for me than I thought it would be. After my brother told me to turn on to CNN, and after seeing what I saw, I threw the remote control on the couch, put down my bowl of cereal, and while screaming the word “no” repeatedly, I ran upstairs. To figure out what the hell was going on (on my MacBook, of course). After receiving confirmation from several different sources, confirmation of which I do not know why I needed (I first heard about Steve’s passing through CNN), I immediately felt a dark cloud float over me. I don’t know whether or not it was because of the fact that I was a human being and deaths are tragic to most human beings, or because it simply WAS just a terrible, personal loss for me. Yes, a personal loss. I have never had any form of interaction with him before but I was still deeply saddened. Despite all the media attention that was focused on him and the apparent signs of his deteriorating health, his passing was still… seemingly sudden. It was too soon. I was in shock. Not to mention surprised. Because he was gone, but also at how upset I was. I have never even met this man before, and I feel like I had just been kicked in the stomach. It’s been a few days since the news broke, and I still can’t quite understand why his death’s had such an impact on me.

Maybe it’s because HE had an impact on me. Why wouldn’t he? Look at what he’s done. He didn’t come from much, he dropped out of college, he was homeless at one point, then he changed the world. He faced obstacle after obstacle, but never gave up. I have no excuse. And neither do any of you. What Steve Jobs has proven to the world is that there is no valid reason why any of us can’t be great, or different, or more than what people expect us to be. 

I am still very upset. And I know I’m not the only one. To many people, the loss of Steve Jobs was a personal one. Without ever experiencing any form of interaction with him, many of us are torn apart by the fact that he is no longer with us. We’re even more torn apart by the fact that we’ve never experienced any form of interaction with him. It’s amazing how the passing of someone whom most of us have never met, can have such a strong impact on our emotions. It really shows how much he’s touched all our lives and changed it for the better.

Steve Jobs gave us things we never knew we wanted. Steve Jobs taught us that we should go after what we believe in. Steve Jobs taught us that it was okay to be different. Steve Jobs made us all want to be different.

“Here’s to the crazy ones. The rebels. The troublemakers. The ones who see things differently. While some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.”

Here’s to Steve Jobs (1955 - 2011) .