I have a feeling it’s all downhill after 21. Like really, at twenty-one you’re basically eligible to participate in everything you’d want to (voting, getting a drivers license, drinking in Canada, Drinking in the US, etc) so what good is it to age beyond that?
overall, twenty- one was an exciting year. I had an opportunity to do some traveling, I went to Vegas in April and the UK and Amsterdam in August and it fueled my desire to travel more (THAILAND!).
I ended a relationship which had run its course and only now am I dealing with the remnants of it. It took a while for it to really sink in that yes, its over (this was had only come to my attention upon finding out that he has a new girlfriend, always a nice feeling)
considering that up until a week ago, I was pretty content with the pace and events that have unfolded in my life, I feel like once this pang of anxiety passes it will be mostly smooth sailing.
my goals for this year are:
-to Volunteer more
-do more traveling
-be more open to relationships (not of any particular variety, i just feel as though I still have a lot of learning and I’m sure the people around me have lot’s to share)
-improve my time management skills (or lack thereof)
-work on my communication skills ( i have a really hard time talking about things and have an aversion to seeming vulnerable or weak)
I’ll leave it at that for now, I think it’s a pretty good start.
My name is Isabella Kelly and I’m a young actress and I was wondering if you had any advice?
Dear Chris Brown,
Three years ago, you punched your girlfriend repeatedly in the face while screaming that you were going to to kill her. You smashed her bloodied head against a car window, bit her ear and fingers, and placed her in a choke hold until she began to lose consciousness. The beating was brutal, sustained, and left your girlfriend hospitalized.
That really should have been it for you, but you hired a crisis management team, expressed an obligatory amount of remorse, and a surprising number of your idiot fans were willing to overlook the fact that you savagely beat a female.
This past week, you revealed your freshly inked neck tattoo, and it’s plainly obvious that it’s the face of a battered woman, one that bears a striking resemblance to your ex-girlfriend.
Of course, being the little punk that you are, you denied that the tattoo was of her likeness. Instead, your publicist went into damage control mode and made the ridiculous claim that your tattoo was based on a MAC Cosmetics face chart inspired by a Mexican sugar skull. To cap off the absurdity, you tweeted, “I’m an artist and this is art. Dia de los Muertos.”
I’m sorry, but you are not an artist. You’re not even a man. You are a stupid, violent child with a minor talent, and you don’t seem to realize how easily replaceable you are. If Ne-Yo and Usher each produced one extra auto-tuned B-side a year, no one would even notice you were gone.
Your music is cheap candy, a bunch of heavily processed garbage filled with artificial sweeteners and no nutritional value. That’s fine. There’s a market for R&B flavored bubble gum, but don’t go around calling yourself an artist, and let’s not pretend that your new tattoo is art.
Your tattoo is nothing but a toy badge, an empty threat from an angry boy who resents his role as a pop culture villain. Well guess what, Chris? You’re always going to be the villain. Nothing is ever going to change that, and if you don’t like it, then feel free to step off the stage.
No one will miss you.
Yours in disgust,