XoXo,
Gypsy

I know, I know, what’s the URL already?!?!?!

http://flamingpurplemohawk.wordpress.com

Do I have a flaming purple mohawk? No. Do I want a flaming purple mohawk? No. (Do I want a PURPLE mohawk, without the fire? YES!). Well, thats all for tonight. I have to do some layout work for the new page. ‘night all

XoXo,
Gypsy

PS: I don’t know if I’ll delete this page. I probably won’t. It’ll be nice to visit and see what I wrote about. Good night, everyone

“Where is all this going?” you ask. Quite simply I have no reason to write a good, lengthy e-mail to anyone anymore. The only reason I fire up my mail client now a days is to empty out all the spam! This may be a random complaint but I really wish I could find a good reason to sit down at my laptop and craft a good, lengthy, quality e-mail. I don’t know why, I just really do. And yet I have nobody to e-mail in such a matter that wouldn’t be awkward. I guess I should look for a pen-pal or something. Ehh well. Thats all for today

XoXo,
Gypsy

I HAD ONE VIEW TODAY!

I’m sorry, I’m really tired. So shouldn’t be typing right now…

XoXo,
Gypsy

    Imagine the most important person in your life. Your primary influence – the one person who helped shape the rest of your life as you’ve planned it – and now they’re gone. We’ve all had that person, that coach/teacher/neighbor/whomever, who just made such a huge impact that our lives would never be the same. Her name was Sonya. I owe my whole future to her, and I’ll never get to thank her for that. When she started fainting, everyone assumed it was major, everyone said for her to go to the doctor. It turned out to be blood clots in her lungs, I think anyone could figure out what eventually happened.

    It was May 5^th, 2004. That evening haze that you get when the sun has just crossed the horizon flooded the house, which was still decorated from my birthday. Your basic lovely suburban evening, seemingly massive amounts of homework were being done; family banter going on between me and my mother. And then the ringing started. That horrible, horrible noise that meant maybe everything wouldn’t be okay after all. Before we discuss this, perhaps you should know how this relationship between Sonya and I started, no?

    I remember first meeting her, this strange woman who my mother and Robin seemed to have take quite nicely to. Back then it would have been impossible for me to know the impact the things that she could get a computer to do – and how they would rock my world to its core. She was a designer, a pirate, a ‘cyber-rebel’ – the kind of person that the RIAA doesn’t exactly enjoy. She was everything I would soon become. How did this digital revolution begin? E-mail. Yes, plain, simple email was the catalyst into my new digital world. It was a different time back then, the internet was just making it into everyone’s homes and just the simple fact of words appearing on your computer (or television) screen was just awe inspiring. But, remember, Sonya was a designer. Plain text would never do for someone who could create anything out of nothing by gliding her hands over a keyboard, that would be absurd. It started with stationary. Simple HTML pages (web pages) that you could use to format your outgoing emails. Backgrounds, text colors, images towards the bottom, you could do anything you wanted to. Little did I know that this, in a much more refined and grown-up form, was what I would be doing with the rest of my life. That’s not all she did, if my memory serves me correctly she also had a hosted web page a few years after she started making the stationary. She was an awesome graphic designer, able to manipulate Photoshop in ways that would probably make Adobe cringe. Those designs, and the idea of creating something out of nothing, really struck something.

    May 5^th, 2004. A day that will (for us) forever carry great meaning and sadness. That evening haze that you get when the sun has just crossed the horizon flooded the house, which was still decorated from my birthday. Your basic lovely suburban evening, seemingly massive amounts of homework were being done; family banter going on between me and my mother. And then the ringing started. That horrible, horrible noise that meant maybe everything wouldn’t be okay after all. Sonya had been in the hospital for a few weeks (maybe just a little over one). For about two months before that we would see her with bruises on her face, arms, wherever. We knew she was falling down, nobody knew why. When they had to take her to the hospital they discovered blood clots in her lungs. Pretty serious stuff. She was admitted and we all assumed “okay, they’ll give her some meds to dissolve the clots and she’ll be home before we know it”. The medication didn’t work. May 5^th, 2004. My mother, visibly upset. He chin wrinkled, her eyes red with tears, comes walking out of he bedroom through the kitchen. She isn’t holding the phone she went in there with.

    ”They tried. They tried so hard, but they couldn’t revive her”

    ”Mom?”

    ”Oh, god. Our friend Sonya. Our friend is gone”

Blackness.

Everything I new was just, gone. My world shattered in the background, and all I could think about was how much Robin and Mavis would need us. We had to get there, we had to be with everybody. We needed proof that the world didn’t just explode and soon we’d all be consumed in a fiery cloud of death.

More blackness.

Funerals, crying, music, hugging. It’s all a blur to me now. I still carry scars from back then, I’m staring college in the face and still thinking “Oh, Sonya would have loved to see that we can do this or that”. My entire future I owe to one person. Who I am today I owe to her. My chosen career path, my skills (some of them not-so-desirable) – hell even my taste in music. Everything leads back to Sonya.

    There’s still a lot of loose ends. I don’t think anyone we know ever got “over it”, nor do I think we ever will be. Anything having to do with graphic/web design, or any form of digital media still makes everyone take a second to think about her. How do you thank someone for your entire life, when they themselves aren’t here to see any of it?

I’ve begun taking INMD100 at Bryant & Stratton. (I’m taking who at the whatey what?) I’m glad you asked! INMD100 is intro web design and Bryant & Stratton is a local college. Yes, COLLEGE! I’m a senior in high school and I’m a student at THREE SCHOOLS. My high school, NCCC (another college), and Bryant & Stratton. Soooo… estoy muy occupido. Speaking of Spanish class, I have to give an award…

… To MYSELF …

Because my partner for the project dropped the class (love you too!). Oh well, it could be worse. But still, what kind of award to I give myself? I feel like a crazy person because… it’s hard to explain. Everything I do is normal to me. None of it really jumps out as award-worthy. Eventually I narrowed it down to Most Addicted Blogger and Best Video Producer in NT High. I went with the video one (a look at my blog [this is the only one I have going] would not show my addicted-ness as well as it should). Alass, I give my presentation tomorrow so you may have another panic-attack-post (I know, it’s been a long time. Yay!). Well my friends, I must now leave you. This post was rambling, but I’m trying to publish more. Like I said, everything I do seems normal to me so I don’t know what you guys would want to hear about. I guess I’ll just post everything and see what gets more feedback? I don’t know. Don’t forget to check out my Twitter feed (’tis over to the far left of your screen towards the top). And follow me if you feel moved to do so. Let me know who you are and I’ll definitely follow you back! Good night all.

XoXo,
Gypsy

It just seems like I have to get this on paper or find someone, anyone who can just say “hey, me too”. I’ve had school issues for a while (all of them my fault, my priorities were messed up) but this year it just seems like no matter how hard I try I just can’t keep my head above water and I’m crying myself to sleep because I’m so exhausted but I still have hours of work to do. It’s just such a mess. I’m a student at THREE schools at once. NCCC, my high school, and Bryant and Stratton. I just feel like I’m gonna burn out sometime soon, and the first marking period isn’t even halfway done yet. After this semester things should get better. Both of my college courses end then and then it’s just back to high school. I just, I just don’t know how I’m going to make it. Tomorrow morning I have to ask my Spanish teacher if I can have a few more days to work on a project because my partner dropped out of the class and I have to give an award, to myself. I have no idea what the hell I’m gonna say about me! “Greatest fuckup”? “Most likely to burst into flames on my way to class”? “Closest to falling apart”? “Best at falling in love with people who don’t even know I exist”? I don’t even think I like anything about myself at the moment. And I feel crazy and narcissistic and, and, lost. It’s just like… I don’t even know how to describe it. Like I’m bashing my head against a wall just trying to stay awake half the time, and there’s just that one brick I can’t get through. There goes senior year.

Well, I’m gonna try to finish this Writing 101 homework (the same amount people would get a week to do in college we’re expected to do overnight ON TOP OF all the high school work, again, overnight. UGH)

XoXo,
Gypsy

You see, it’s at my age that people are supposed to be taking risks, right? (mind you, a move across the country is a TAD extreme). This post is going somewhere, I promise. While it’s my age group that is generally taking risks (most of the time with the rest of our lives, no pressure) and sometimes I wonder if I’ve made enough of them. I understand that I’ve got college to ‘try new things’ but I still wonder… Should I be, how to say it, “louder” with the way I express myself? Should I experiment with clothing or hair styles? A tattoo (I do have some good ones planned) perhaps? I don’t know. My dream, however, is to someday be 100% expressive of who I am, what I believe, and what I think is right. Not that I don’t express what I think is right currently, but I tend to do so via a virtual medium (I’ve got a good post about how the internet has changed many people’s perception of mass media and fame), versus a physical one. I’d like to protest or work on a campaign of some sort, but thats not very feasible right now. Oh well, it appears I have to cut this post short (I don’t believe in saving drafts, I feel that ideas loose their edge after stewing overnight, you have time to process what you’ll write and then you end up editing your thoughts as not to offend people).

XoXo,
Gypsy

• Visit NYC
• Visit Tokyo
• Visit London
• Attend a Matthew Shepard Foundation fund raiser
• Live in an LGBT friendly dorm building
• Write a blog entry from the balcony of my own apartment downtown SOMEWHERE
• Write a blog entry from the balcony of my own apartment downtown NOWHERE
• Live as a nomad for a year and a half
• Go to school in Canada
• Write a short story from my haunt (an entry to come soon), by candlelight

Some of them are rather odd, but it’s all stuff I feel will make me happy.

In other news, I had to get my Blackberry Curve replaced again (see my post regarding Customer Abuse and Verizon Wireless). I have a feeling that this time the device will work, and if it doesn’t I’ll be headed to the nearest T-Mobile store and disconnecting my Verizon service. Well, thats all the time I have for tonight. I’m writing from a new bistro set we have in the back yard. Only $25 for nice bamboo chairs and a table. I expect many of my future posts to be written from this very spot…

Speaking of future posts, I intend to blog about blogging (trippy I know). Look for that in a few days to a week.

XoXo,
Gypsy