Real Talk

I fully support my sister.

C'est la Vie.
Viva la Vida.
And Fuck the System
Peace.
Signed, hot_tunes♪♫

aka Esther Dolezal

Fakeness

Shaking my head.

       It amazes me how fast people are willing to tear down someone who has worked very hard to get where they are. It amazes me how, after all these years, and the civil rights movement, it still comes down to what color someone is. It amazes me how far people will go to tear down someone's feeling of security. How someone will use anyone they can to tear someone down. Not only do they target that person, they have to target everyone they know and love. Not caring about the chaos they leave in their wake. Not caring who, or what they destroy as long as there is ultimate pandemonium in the end.
       For something that is making a difference, someone that is making positive changes in this messed up world, why would someone want to stop the good work they are doing? Why would someone want to reverse the positivity that has been created? Why does everything have to come down to race?
       Fakeness.
       People say it's fake. Everything that has been created. The unity, the community that has resulted. All the good that has, and people want to tear it down simply because of color.
       They say leaders can't have secrets. That leaders can't have private lives with their families. That if there is one miscommunication, then nothing is true.
       Some things can't be understood I guess.
       But speaking of fakeness, think about the accusers.
       You think they don't have secrets?


C'est La Vie.
Viva La Vida.
And Fuck the System.
Peace.
Signed, hot_tunes♪♫

aka. Esther Dolezal
(In case you thought I was lying about my name)

Not With Me, You Don't

So I'm feeling hopeful, and also scared to death of life right now. I had an offer to work as a live-in caregiver for a wounded veteran, but After just staying in the same apartment with him for a few days, I can Not imagine living with him for a year. I mean, I am pretty sure laying next to your patient, and "letting him have some body heat" is not in the job description. Neither is selling marijuana, and prescription pills. Also, I don't recall sleeping in bed with him and his wife, to 'put pressure against his chest' being in the paperwork. Not to mention, he is one of the most controlling, rude, conceited people I have ever met. Now don't get me wrong. Everything he has done with the military and fighting for this country has made him earn my respect. I respect his sacrifice for freedom, but I will not let him use me for a cuddle buddy and or anything else. What disturbs me even more, is the way he treats his wife. Like she's a slave or something, and I am not about to sign up for that for a year. The way he just wants me to completely cut off my social life, relationships with friends, family, and significant others bothers me. I barely even know him, and he just wants me to leave everything to sit quietly by his side, and massage his back. Yeah, no. When I left this morning for good, he tried to tell me how money was more important than friends, or family, because personal relationships aren't going to pay the bills. Well, no they're not going to put cash in my pocket, but true friendship is much more important than money. Money can be gone in a heartbeat, but a friend will always be there. Yeah, it sounds like a good opportunity; take care of someone for a year, and have college tuition, and cash to spare. But I'm not going to sit around being someone's Stepford slave.  I may not be rich, and yeah, I have a shitty place to live right now, but I'm young. that's just the way life is. I may not have much, But I do have freedom to do whatever I want, and 'give body heat' to whoever I want. And I'm sorry if whoever I want is not a 51 year old man.
I don't mind taking care of basic needs like cleaning, and cooking, and whatnot, but there is nothing in my paperwork about mandatory personal contact, so I am going to have to look for other opportunities elsewhere.
I will not be used by anyone.
C'est La Vie.
Viva La Vida.
And Fuck the System.
Peace.
Signed, hot_tunes

Who would I Be?

Today I was asked an interesting question. “If you could be any superhero, who would you be?”

I found this question interesting because in essence it asked, “Who would you be?”  At first the obvious generic answers flashed through my mind: Wonderwoman, Catwoman, Mystique, Storm, Black Widow; the heroes that everyone has come to know through the media. But as I thought about it, I began to realize that even if I had their superpowers, would I really want to be them? Would I want their personality instead of my own? Would I want their past, their memories? The more I pondered the question, the more apparent my answer became. If I could be any superhero, I would be myself. I don’t want someone else’s reasons for fighting evil. I wouldn’t want some else’s origins, or memories. Just like Batman’s identity stemmed from an event in his childhood, I would want my super identity to come from something within me; something in my personality unique only to me, and no one else.

My answer raised a few eyebrows. Everyone else who was involved in the conversation had given answers such as Wolverine, Flash, Hawkeye, Captain America, Spiderman, and Quicksilver; obvious answers that told me that they hadn’t truly understood the question.  I was asked why I had chosen that answer. Why, if I could have any superpower, would I choose to be regular old me? But then I stated that the question had not been “If you could have any superpower, what would it be?” but “If you could be any superhero, who would you be?”  The question implied that I had to choose the identity of another individual, which after some thought, was something I did not want to do.  I did not however say that if I could have any superpower, I didn’t want one.

If I could be a superhero, I would be myself- only super of course. I wouldn't want all the powers of many of the famous heroes such as super strength, super speed, and laser vision. I wouldn't need them. If I could have any superpower, I would choose the power to control the five elements: Earth, Air, Fire, Water, and Spirit. Super speed would be useless if I had the power to control Earth; in order to be super fast, you need something to run on. If you were to start to run, and I opened a chasm beneath you, no matter how fast you are, it would only be a matter of time before gravity took over, and you would be no more.  I would not need telekinetic powers if I controlled Air. I could use air pressure and wind to lift and move things at my will, and as for reading minds, I have no desire to know what’s going on in other people’s brains.  Fire, despite its destructive qualities can be a very useful tool when it comes to building and creating things. In the event of a military attack, there would be no need for countless people to die in defense. My ability to control Fire would not only eliminate the need for weapons and bombs, but paired with Earth would also be able to effectively eliminate entire troops of the enemy. Battleships would never make it near shore with my control of Water, if I so chose, I could sink them, or I could simply use water current to reroute them until they ran out of supplies and were forced to return to their own countries. Attacks from the air would also be as easy to prevent. There would never be a shortage of fresh produce, the ability to persuade Earth to grow orchards in seconds would make certain of that.  With the power to control wind, I would make sure there is plenty of wind for turbines to harvest energy, and in the case of a power shortage, a quick burst of lightning would instantly repower the city. And as for the Spirit element, I have no idea what it could be used for, but I am sure it would be both beautiful and deadly.

I would be a superhero without equal, but I wouldn’t abuse my powers. I have no interest in ruling over people, or being in command. I don’t want people to do my bidding, and the pressure of making decisions for the wellbeing of a nation would be far too stressful. I wouldn't want to be too well known, I wouldn't want people to worship the ground I walk on- or fly over, and heaven forbid I became anyone’s role model. I would just do what I know is required of every super hero: aid in the prevention of crime, and national security. I suppose like every other super hero, there would be a nemesis. A villain who never ceases to return no matter how many times I defeat them, someone who constantly creates havoc just to spite me. We would fight. They would be spectacular battles raging from one end of the city to the other, from dusk ‘til dawn, until my enemy was defeated for the time being.

I would have a costume of course; a black leather suit with my symbol emblazoned across the chest, a black cape, and boots. My name would be simply Element. The name the source of my identity and my power. And though I would be super, I would be me.

C'est La Vie.
Viva La Vida.
And Fuck the System.
Peace.
Signed hot_tunes♪♫

So This Happened... Shovel...Keisha?

I know everyone is talking about it, so I just have to say something about the "crazy fight" that ended with a girl getting hit in the head with a shovel. First of all, I think I wasted eight minutes of my life watching these two girls attempt to fight. Basically what happened here is this girl Miranda Fugate shows up to her friend Emily Powers house to start a fight with her. No one really knows why, but they start talking. The conversation starts pretty normal. They ask each other how old they are, and talk about moths, and pet the chickens in Emily's chicken coop. Nothing that should have instigated a fight, but for some reason, they start insulting each other, and throwing punches, most of which don't land, (I'm gonna cut in here, and state that neither of these girls know how to fight. I have Never seen so many missed punches in my life.) And then one of them starts saying "Don't hit me in my face!"
Now Excuse Me? Is this what fighting has devolved to in the year 2014? It's not like some professional fight where there's 'don't hit below the belt' rules or something. This is the streets -or a backyard in this case- there are no rules. So anyway these two girls get in this pathetic little fight rolling around on the ground, pulling each other's hair, basically making two complete fools out of themselves. Anyway after a couple minutes of this, Emily starts saying things like "Get off my property, or I'm gonna beat the hell out of you!" Which we all know wouldn't have happened without a weapon or something, because for the past few minutes, Emily had been trying to beat the hell out of Miranda and was quite obviously failing miserably. Well needless to say, Miranda refused to leave, saying things like, "No, what are you gonna do? Call the police?" to which Emily replies "No, but I'll go get my gun." Which throws everyone off for a second, because it sounded like Emily was about to shoot Miranda or something, until we find out that its an air soft gun, so basically it shoots tiny plastic balls. By this point, I'm rolling on the floor laughing at both of them, I mean this is the stupidest thing I think I have seen in a long time. Well one thing leads to another, and finally I guess Emily got upset enough to pick up this huge gravediggers shovel, and whack Miranda over the head with it. After which of course Miranda gets up crying and stumbling around like it's the end of the world. Basically neither one of them actually expected to get hurt, and when one of them did, it was like this huge deal. (Quite obviously, neither of the girls had been in a real fight before).

Well a few days after the fight (if you can call that a fight) went viral, a news report came out saying that Miranda, the girl who had been hit with the shovel, died due to serious head injuries. Up to this point, Miranda had been eating up the attention like she was some sort of

celebrity or something, posting all over Twitter about it. She even changed her Twitter profile summary to read "<3Yes I'm the one who got hit with a shovel." Obviously she is going to milk this for all it's worth. She thinks she's some sort of local hero or something, due to her video going viral, she received benefits, and obviously I think she's never going to be able to move past this. She is even under the impression that her little scuffle with her friend was even more intense than Sharkeisha's fight. Which as we well know, Sharkeisha did a pretty good job of "beating the hell out of" her opponent. (Without the use of a shovel or any other weapon I might add.)
Anyway after the video went viral, Huzlers.com, a website that is well known for its satire, and humorous false news reports, posted a fake article stating that Miranda died due to serious head wounds incurred by the shovel; a story that quickly went viral. Miranda is obviously alive, though according to some of her tweets, she is very offended. But honestly what did she expect? She became "famous" because she got hit in the head. People really don't respect or look up to her for any reason, and she is only well known because people make fun of her.  I almost feel sorry for her. Miranda quite obviously doesn't realize that she can't use this incident as a free ride through her childhood. A future employer is not going to care that she was "the one that got hit with a shovel", she's not going to make any true friends, just followers attempting to boost their own popularity by being associated with her. And it's not going to help her protect herself if the time presents itself, because, damn, SHE CAN NOT FIGHT!!
C'est La Vie.
Viva La Vida.
And Fuck the System.
Peace.
Signed, hot_tunes♪♫

Candy, And What It Says About You

I have a theory about people. Its based on their favorite type of candy.
For instance, if you simply love Bubble Gum, you're fun loving, and a generally cheerful person. You tend to get along well with others, and you make friends easily. Bubble gum chewers, however, can tend to be annoying, though they never intend to be. They can be a little too chipper at the wrong moment, and sometimes can be unable to really relate to a person who's down. Bubble gum chewers can also tend to be arrogant and snobby, liked by only a few people, and quite content to remain so. They tend not to be openminded about things, and they look down on people who are different from them. Also they do not  deal well with change, and they are rather self-centered. Bubble gum chewers often get along well with Lollypop Lovers. People who just love to suck on lollypops are generally fun loving, like bubble gum chewers. They are usually the best kissers, and they are the most romantic. Want a steamy relationship? Ask out a girl with a lollypop in her mouth. Lollypop lovers love to be close to people, but it takes them a while to truly trust people. Lollypop eaters tend to be cheery like bubblegum eaters, but they tend to be able to relate to people better. They also tend to be creative, and are the most fashionable. But people who love lollypops usually live in their own little world, blissfully oblivious to what's going on around them in the world.  Though they get along well with bubble gum eaters, they usually disagree with those that eat Jelly Beans. Jelly Bean eaters are usually generous and open minded. They love many things and many people. They tend to be silly, colorful, and unpredictable. The only thing that is truly sure about them is that they are having fun. Even when they're not having fun, they are thinking of ways to make the situation more fun. There are many sides to their personality. One people think they know them, Jelly Bean eaters surprise them with something new.  They tend to be a bit experimental with their lifestyle. They are not judgmental, and they always try to keep an open mind. They love new experiences, and are the most adventurous.  They like change, and are always ready to
move on to the next step in their lives.  Jelly bean lovers also strongly feel that Jelly Beans are not only limited to Easter, and become strongly irked when someone suggests otherwise.
A very broad and difficult to translate type of candy is Chocolate. Chocolate is usually associated with women, but as I know plenty of men who cannot resist a mouthful of chocolate, here is my theory about it.
If you like Milk Chocolate, there's a sort of innocence about you that many people love. You are very nostalgic, and you tend to live very much in the past. You also are the most sensuous, and love to cuddle  and  are the best listeners. You tend to be fun loving, but sometimes, you hide your love of fun in an attempt to fit in, or seem more professional.  If Dark Chocolate is your favorite, you are a problem solver. You are visionary and imaginative; if it involves creativity, you can do it easily. You have a love for worldly things, but can be materialistic at times. You make good leaders, but sometimes you struggle to get people to listen to you. Dark Chocolate lovers are very passionate, and are usually the best in bed. Even though they both love chocolate, Dark Chocolate eaters very often disagree with Bitter  Chocolate eaters. People who like Bitter Chocolate are connoisseurs, and are very critical about almost everything in life. They are authoritative, and well respected by many. They tend to micro manage others, and pressure people into doing what they want. They are determined and unwavering and often inflexible and stubborn. They do not like to be told what to do, and they absolutely hate not being in charge. They are often alone, and make very few but lasting friendships. They are almost the exact opposite of people who like White Chocolate. White chocolate lovers are the eternal peace keepers. They try to be honest and fair with everyone, and in everything they do. They try to keep options open, and they rarely close any doors. They are always open to a new opinion or point of view, and are the best at understanding new ideas. They can also be indecisive. They keep so many doors open that it can become difficult for them to close the right one when the time presents itself. They are usually very submissive, and follow orders well. And lastly my take on people who like Any Chocolate, So Long As It's Chocolate.  These people are the social butterflies. They are always hip, and always in style, and they are well liked by others. They are flexible, and know how to roll with the punches. No matter  how surprising a situation is, they can always take things in stride, and they rarely get worked up about anything.

Chocolate is a very broad range of personalities and people. My theory is most likely not completely accurate, and is based on the different types of people I have come across during my life. I don't think there is truly an accurate analysis of chocolate, because there are so many different types of truffles, flavors, and fillings. An easier personality to analyze is Gummy Bears. If you love Gummy Bears, you are a total goofball. You can't help but be silly most of the time. In your opinion, life is way to short to be taken seriously. You love playing pranks and telling jokes, and you live to make others laugh. You're the type that was most likely the class clown in middle school, and you are the type to play with your food before you eat it. You have a short attention span, and are very easily distracted. Your eye can't help but be drawn to colorful bolt things. You are a kid at heart, and you're drawn toward anything fun. You love sweets, and though Gummy Bears are your favorite, that won't stop you from eating as much candy as you can.
There are tons of other candies to analyze, and tons of personalities, that can be judged from them. But these are my most complete analyses. Tell me what you think, and which sweets I should do next!
C'est La Vie.
Viva La Vida.
And Fuck the System.
Peace.
Signed, hot_tunes

My Take on Reality

It just amazes me to see what the people of my generation think they deserve. We are the most "entitled" generation, and it horrifies me. How kids treat their elders. Now don't get me wrong. I know I sound über old fashioned, but I'm only 18, and even though I'm young, I can see the way this economy is going down. Especially here in America. Call me unpatrioric, but if my generation does not realize that our parents are not always gonna be there to give us everything we want, and soon, this nation is gonna crash and burn. Call me old school and pessimistic, but at least I have a grip on reality.

I mean seriously. In the long run, is it really gonna matter if you were popular in high school? Or if you were voted hot on the hot or not list? No. If we can't step away from the mirror long enough to live now, I don't think we ever will.  

But what do I know?

C'est La Vie. 

Viva La Vida. 

And Fuck the System. 

Peace. 

Signed, hot _tunes.