Vanessa - Greek name for Butterfly.
Butterfly - A sign for change, renewal, and rebirth.
Change - Something which is inevitable.
Vanessa is inevitable. I have been, am, and will continue to be.
I am Butterfly, watch me soar.
Mm. This long weekend so far has been fabulously blissful[:
My day today? Well I actually had a board meeting for HOSA from like 9 til noon, but that's not at tedious as it sounds, and it went by faster than we expected it to, especially with mangos, chips, and chocolate covered blueberries ;D I went home and actually had time to relax and read for fun, something I love to do, but haven't been able to do as much during my high school years (not to say I didn't, but not as much as I would have liked to). Then I took a lovely nap... and awoke freaked out because I wasn't sure if it was the same day or if I had slept all the way through the night into the next morning... don't blame me: it was around 6 PM and was still super sunny and bright out my window and the numbers on my digital clock have become faint AND I wasn't wearing my glasses or contacts :P Afterwards, my mom, my sister, and I went shopping for a while before our entire family headed to Stacked (for the first time) for my belated birthday dinner :D SOOOOOOOO filled: Chips, Onion Strings, Chili, Double Stacked Burger, and my birthday Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream Chocolate Chip Cookie Sandwich ;D Yum.
Well. I guess it's not technically my birthday anymore, because it passed midnight... but this weekend's been amazing so far hehe [:
Saturday, May 26th: Joint 18th birthday party for me, my best friend Jeffrey, and our other good friend Llewellyn! [: We partied all day and all night really :P Haha, the last person to leave left at 2 AM or so. The remaining people slept over. We didn't end up sleeping until past 4 AM... on the hardwood floor of my living room... AFTER some late night snacking on chips and salsa and cold pasta :P hehe
After we woke up on...
Sunday, May 27th: My actual birthday!
We ate popcorn chicken, muffins, chips, and soda for breakfast (errrr... brunch? morning snackage? idk :P) before Jeffrey came by to take us out to birthday lunch at Buca di Beppo (yum. more pasta! :DD hehe) and shopping ^^ Afterwards, I hung out for a while with one of my friends who I haven't gotten to hang out with for a long time. Later, I ended up going to hang out with my brother, his basketball teammates, and their families. Oh the wonderful feeling of being greeted by excited screaming little kids' "VANESSA!"s :D We hung out by the pool and a bonfire in their backyard. We munched on dinner and then made SMORESSSS :D hehe. Before watching the second Fantastic 4 movie.
Yep. All in all a great birthday celebration [: And on top of that... I don't have to go to school tomorrow (er today? O.o) or Tuesday! :P yay for long weekends! :DD
All in all an amazing day! Didn't have to go to any actual academic classes all day. Spent majority of my time at school either talking to people, eating, or just helping out one of the school counselors with one of my friends. Then some of my friends and I went to go make picture reservations for prom which is coming up. After than, those friends and some of my other friends and I went to go eat, eat, and eat some more! :D Tasty Garden. Half and Half. Fluff Ice. Phoenix. and Crepe Luv. We intended on taking Cue pictures as well, but the one we were going to seems to have been replaced by some insurance place ]: Then we got stuck in a patch of unmoving traffic on the freeway back D: But in the meantime we sang and laughed and talked between the two cars with our cell phones :P heh... now... back to school tomorrow with two finals! o: ahh!
One night, God came to me in a dream With a scheme that seemed to be out of this world He approached me and opened his robe And showed me a hypodermic needle in the shape of a pen And my first reaction was to step back fast But then God grabbed me and said “Slow down my child, I’ve got a job for you to do” And with a burst of light God grabbed my arm And said “I mean you no harm” And he pushed the pen in And it filled my arteries and God charted me To write some new shit, some true shit, something just for you shit And when I was done with part one God said “write some part two shit” He injected me with Billy’s Blues and a muse of Langston Hughes And God said “you’ve acquired some of the tools in the school you’ve been attending But now it’s time to stop pretending” And he started sending into my bloodstream The poetic feats of John Keats And the published greats of W.B. Yeats And just when I thought God was through He started slipping me hits of Maya Angelou And God asked “do you know what I’ve handed you?” And my response was “No” and God said “let me show” And he continued to fill my veins the same way he had been Giving me a fix of Emily Dickenson and my bloodstream seemed to scream As God gave me the liquidated literary genius of W.E.B. And I got lost between doses of Robert Frost And my eyes got blurry in a flurry And I was no longer seeing ‘em but I could feel Emerson, Tennyson, and Stevenson And God said “you won’t get far without Paul Orange Dunbar And you can’t start spittin ‘til I’ve given you Whitman” And God kept filling me and it felt like he was killing me And I closed my arm tight and God snapped it back open And screamed “you’re not yet ready to write” He said “tonight has just begun Everything’s alright my son You see I need you I use poetry to teach people The world I created has been overrun by ignorant thinking And I need poets to take the world back and break the curse Now unbend your arm so I can give you William Wordsworth ”And again the pen was shoved in my veins and God grabbed the reigns And as if I was a mule He said “I use you as my tool and plow the field with you Fulfilling empty minds’ needs while planting knowledge seeds No longer will there be a flourishing time for malnourishing minds I want you to make intelligence a law cuz ignorance is a crime Now I need you to go and reap what you sow While captivating minds like Edgar Allen Poe I gave you the wings so now fly like the raven This world needs saving Feel free to fight off your fears Cuz they’ll disappear within this injection Of my tears which contains the remains of great things gone And new things to come beyond the next dawn You’re the next in a bloodline of greats You are a poet You command the attention of large groups You ready the troops for revolution You write words that can commend or condemn Turn boys into men Make other poets push pens And you must be about something more than slam scores based on ten Because you are a poet Think about all the great things poets have accomplished And when the writing gets rough Hold on to your pen And don’t drop this Always take time in your mind to reflect back on the fact That you’re the next to step forth From a poetic bloodline”
I would stand to miss the fists on the battlefield
Among an army of red and an army of blue
And I stand tall and true
As I ask you
What are you fighting for?
This four foot by four foot concrete block
You're arguing for and bartering for
Is merely a prison without bars
That still manages to arrest you by
Confining your mind
And you allow this corner to define you
And now you're redefining yourself by calling yourself a street corner
Entrepreneur
And I ask you
What are you fighting for?
You see now you're standing on corners
I used to call my own corners
I once considered a safe zone
And now, I'm too afraid to let my mother walk to the store alone
Cuz these streets
They're covered with cowardly fake gangsters
And I'm angered at the nonsense
That rag on your head is somehow
Keeping knowledge from seeping into your brain
Don't you see you're dying for nothing
Rather than living for something
You're self-destructing and just f***ing your own self over
And I ask you
What are you fighting for?
You're waging wars over something that never was and never will be yours
Cuz owning the streets is just a fictitious concept
That gets misused by hip-hop dudes
Trying to pass themselves off as reincarnated gangsters
So, contrary to popular belief
no matter how deep your gang is or how much money
you'll think you'll make from crack rocks
The only concrete blocks you'll ever own
are the ones that come with steel bars
Or the ones we call tombstones
So I guess the only decision left for you to choose is whether
The fabric in your casket should be red or blue
And I ask you
What are you dying for?
