Let the Light Back into this Empty Room

I broke the rules.
I hooked up...
With someone I'm not supposed to...
But it was wonderful...

And whats more wonderful, is that he is not awkward around the office...
Whoops....

Well now that the beans are on the floor, he talks to me still.
He touches me a little more discreet but a bit more tender.
We know that no relationship will come of this
However, I think we enjoy the fact that no one suspects anything.
A quiet satisfaction that is exchanged through looks, sly smiles and hugs.
Hugs with expert hands, remembering what the opposite body liked.


I maybe making this a big deal,
but is not often that I'm knowingly wanted from across the room.
It's nice, and I'm savoring it.

Wish me sane, wish me something.
~AriVee*

P.S
I love the Noisettes.

Amadeus...sing your sweet melody.

WELL, its been a while. A long long while. And you know what? Thats ok, becasue loads of people have months in between their cyber mental breakdowns.

*Ahem* Anyway,

It's the summer, and I am working like a slave with two jobs, well I'm getting paid so not really like a slave, more like a paid slave...

Actually, lets just drop the slave metaphor...its not working.

I'm Working a lot. My first job is the Cutco cutlery...yes i sell knives. Honestly I LOVE MY JOB!! i get paid well to go to a clients house, and eat Panera. Awesome right? I know.

The next job is a paid internship at a *drumroll please* A FASHION BOUTIQUE!!
YES.
I am working under two in house designers making clothes. its LOADS OF FUN! and informative. great!


Other then that im doing alright, i hate boys....well a boy actually acouple of boys.......sheesh.
But thats another post

Till then, wish me sane, wish me something
Ari Vee*


P.S:
I am now OBSESSED Mozart, since I saw the movie starring Tom Hulce (the voice of Quasimodo in Disney s Hunchback of Notre Dame) AND IT WAS AMAZING. if you have not seen it get on that.

Working Girl...

No, not in the way your thinking.

I am now an employed pseudo-adult.
I have decided that I'm in that weird middle pat where your not really qualified as a teenager anymore because you can go to a federal prison, but not quite and adult because mommy is still paying for stuff.
I actually have two jobs, both in sales.
Knives and Clothes....
That's what I'm selling.
Making money this summer,
Gaining skills
All that jazz.
Should be fun.

Oh Hello Again...

Well.
I think i may have a crush on a boy.
it has been a while, since the last one.
(Those of you who know my history with boys would understand.)
But he's Handsome.
And Funny
And totally has the same views on life as i do.

It maybe to good to be true.
But whatever.
I'm Gonna enjoy the hell ouuta this crush.
I dont even know if hes single.
But we walked home together
And he totally wants the Brown Sugar.
A.K.A
ME.

Wish me a date, wish me somthing.
AriV

so.

I haven't written in this thing in a few weeks.
I'm Listening to my Diva Playlist on Itunes.
That includes but not limited to:
-Bette Midler
-Barbra Striesand
-Patti Lupone
-Tina Turner

I know its great.

I have recently been introduced to the most amazing obsessions. Well I had them already, i just never jumped so far into it.
My appetite was only wetted when i was younger. I didnt have the resources to really obsess over my divas.
And now I have the money and opprotunity and I love it.

I apologize because I am not making any sense.

Wish Me Somthing
Ari V

Ha...I Made a Funny

Today I was on the subway with a Loving Roomie and I was people watching...of course. I saw this girl who had relaxed her hair. I have a question...

Why do we perm our hair?

I know that there are a lot of shitty, sell out answers but I think that only ONE is true.

We don't know.
at all.

Ask any black woman, and this will be your answer....

"Well........its because (insert stutter hear)...our natural hair...um...kinky...kitchen....cannot compute...overload(explode.)

No one knows.

The most common answer you'll get is, "I can't deal with my nappy hair" Yes you can, you just don't want to. I'll understand if you just told the truth, "I dont think its the norm, and I won't be excepted." Who wants to be normal anymore? How boring. If you dont "deal" with it, respect and appreciate it, then who will?
NO ONE.

I dont know about you, but I love "dealing with my hair"

"Deal" with you childs hair. Dont put chemicals in your 5 year old childs head. Thats too young to be putting harmful detergents in their heads. Let them have a choice. EVERY Black woman I have talked to has said, and I quote, "When i was younger, my hair used to come down to here (puts hand conveniantly under boob-area) Then my mama put a perm in it and it all feel out. That outta tell you somthing. Lucky me I didnt get a perm till I was 12, doesnt make it ANY better.

Dont you know as soon as you hair is damaged by a perm you HAVE to keep putting on in. We all know that transition moment, when you hair is in rehab, and its is WITHDRAWING like a mother? That because is it addicted to the monthly, yearly or daily fix. Yum, drugs.

Sure, I wish that I had straight tresses so that I can wear a cute cropped haircut, but a relaxer won't do it for me. It won't look the same without loads of flat irons and pressing combs and a world of disappointment because my hair won't move, it looks like artificially shiny hair that feels like hay.

Heres another thing, You don't see a "normal" white girl going through so much crap, so why should I?

Its time for us to stop trying to be somthing we aren't, putting down somthing that is US. We need to understand that we are not white, and no chemical is going to change that. You see what it did to Micheal.

So on to the funny I made.

I looked at this girls head and I thought, "Why limit yourself to ONE style, when our natural hair is satisfyingly versitile and healthy. And then when you want somthing different, braid you chemically fried hair while its wet and end up with a greasy braid out....you happy with that?

I'm not trying to be militant or anything, I just want an explanation. I love straight hair as much as the next girl, but not at the expense of my health and confidence.But hey, if all that is appealing to you keep on relaxing, as long as you try your best to take care of it, and just try and love it a little more. Its more then just hair, its who you are. Also, dont put down the women who have excepted reality, and the OTHER idea of beauty.

Wish me sane, Wish me Somthing
Ari V

HA! Well then...

I just finished watching the SAG Awards with the Loving Roomies. I am officially addicted to the entire idea of award season.

A little history...

I never watched award shows before. Music award shows because they NEVER had artists that I liked perform. They only had all the ones that didn't deserve a record deal in the first place perfom. I never watched acting awards because I was always jealous because I want to be on the screen and on the stage. Petty? I suppose, but I needed to explain right?

Since meeting my Loving Roomies, I have finally felt that its ok to COMPLETELY OBSESS over movies and actors. At first I thought that I was forcing myself to do this so they would like me. Then I woke up

ME, please. It was there ALL along.

Then I remembered a rather brash and inappropriate phrase.

"You can't rape the willing."

I don't know who said it, but I find it appropriate for what I'm talking about. No, my roomies arent violently forcing me to do sexual acts with them, vasoline and a monkey( let your imagination soar on that one...) but I havent been able to be this crazy about stuff, I feel a little relieved that I can do this with people, and not by myself.

All that to say,

I love award season.
And drunk, tipsy Meryl sprinting to the stage, giving feminist speeches.

Wish me sane, wish me famous.
AriV