In Darfur, Sudan in Africa, there is a genocide occuring. A slaughter that is being ignored not only by the United States, but also by the UN who have yet to recognize it as a genocide. Since February 2003, 400,000 civillians have been killed while 2.5 MILLION women, children, and other people have been dislocated. Many have fled into the welcoing arms of Chad, the neighboring country.
The Janjaweed forces have used rape, displacement, and MASS STARVATION to begin to wipe out this race of people. Whole villages have been destroyed and families have been seperated. The last time this many people died was during Rwawandain the early 90's. By the time the US got involved then, it was too late and hundreds of thousands of people had already died.
Get involved. Help stop the genocide that has been raging for nearly 4 1/2 years. Urge your governor, senator, and our President to do something. Join an organization to stop the suffering. There are many sites willing to help the starving people in Darfur.
This is no different than the Armenian Genocide or The Holocaust. Apart from the fact that we hold the power to put an end to it. I urge you to get involved. We can help these people if just band together. As one, we can help then survive.
STOP THE GENOCIDE!!!
Monday, July 30, 2007
Friday, July 20, 2007
broken
i lay
as though asleep
death approaches.
stop the pain
stop all the pain.
dormant.
quiet.
save me
save me.
i can't go on.
i don't want to go on.
stop the pain
stop all the pain.
unrequited
always.
alone
always.
stop the pain
stop all the pain.
i am broken.
my heart
my spirit
me.
i am broken.
i am forgotten.
am i forgettable?
stop my pain
save me
before i shatter.
as though asleep
death approaches.
stop the pain
stop all the pain.
dormant.
quiet.
save me
save me.
i can't go on.
i don't want to go on.
stop the pain
stop all the pain.
unrequited
always.
alone
always.
stop the pain
stop all the pain.
i am broken.
my heart
my spirit
me.
i am broken.
i am forgotten.
am i forgettable?
stop my pain
save me
before i shatter.
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Stupid (wisdom) Teeth
My mouth hurts. Wisdom teeth suck. I thought they were supposed to be smart. But no, mine decide to start growing as soon as the rest of my teeth start settling. Stupid teeth. I actually feel nauseous. Plus the Vikaden makes me majorly loopy.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
TAMARACK
I just got back from camp. I loved it there. I didn't even want to leave. It was so amazing there.
I was a counselor, a counselor for six amazing and stubborn 11 year olds. My girls were so sweet, even if they were hard sometimes.
However, nobody could ever be as difficult as my co-counselor. She was an adult to start with and she also had kids at the camp, one of which was in our group. Half way through camp, she was asked to leave because she hit some one. And it wasn't just anyone's kid, it was the camp director's kid. First of all, you don't hit somebody else's kid. Secondly, the camp director's son? She was like flippin insano.
I was so upset that I was put with an adult, but she was CRAZY! I had to work twice as hard because she would go behind my back and break the rules I had set up. Plus she totally favoured her kids. She had another daughter in the Youngest Girls and every night she would go snuggle with her and say goodnight. It was unbelievable.
Then for the last week of camp, I'm left with all 6 kids, alone. And I needed a day, of course, so I have another group watch my kids for the morning so I can like effing sleep. One of the counselors wwho took my kids was pissed.
She was all "We've been working our asses off for the past week and half and after two days, you suddenly need a break. You didn't even do anything when your co-counselor was around, she did all the work, I just think it's really unfair."
Like I hadn't been working my butt off taking care of the kids and backtracking to clean up the other counselor's mess-ups. While I was working so hard, this counselor who was mad at me would sleep through breakfast and miss counselor meetings and go to the turnout every night. So now I was pissed. I told her to try taking care of six 11 year old girls for two days running on about 4 hours of sleep a night. Then I walked out of the kitchen.
Now despite all my drama, I had a blast. I went kayaking across a giant lake, went horse-back ridingg for the first time in my life, ate absolute junk food after meetings and stayed up late, I pushed my limits and actually hiked, and I was hit on by a 19 year old who is a fireman.
I had so much fun. And next year, despite how hard everything was, I want to do it again. I just love it there. Also the song that will always remind me of camp is the lip gloss song.
Lip Gloss by Lil Mama.
More to come from the chronicles of camp.
I was a counselor, a counselor for six amazing and stubborn 11 year olds. My girls were so sweet, even if they were hard sometimes.
However, nobody could ever be as difficult as my co-counselor. She was an adult to start with and she also had kids at the camp, one of which was in our group. Half way through camp, she was asked to leave because she hit some one. And it wasn't just anyone's kid, it was the camp director's kid. First of all, you don't hit somebody else's kid. Secondly, the camp director's son? She was like flippin insano.
I was so upset that I was put with an adult, but she was CRAZY! I had to work twice as hard because she would go behind my back and break the rules I had set up. Plus she totally favoured her kids. She had another daughter in the Youngest Girls and every night she would go snuggle with her and say goodnight. It was unbelievable.
Then for the last week of camp, I'm left with all 6 kids, alone. And I needed a day, of course, so I have another group watch my kids for the morning so I can like effing sleep. One of the counselors wwho took my kids was pissed.
She was all "We've been working our asses off for the past week and half and after two days, you suddenly need a break. You didn't even do anything when your co-counselor was around, she did all the work, I just think it's really unfair."
Like I hadn't been working my butt off taking care of the kids and backtracking to clean up the other counselor's mess-ups. While I was working so hard, this counselor who was mad at me would sleep through breakfast and miss counselor meetings and go to the turnout every night. So now I was pissed. I told her to try taking care of six 11 year old girls for two days running on about 4 hours of sleep a night. Then I walked out of the kitchen.
Now despite all my drama, I had a blast. I went kayaking across a giant lake, went horse-back ridingg for the first time in my life, ate absolute junk food after meetings and stayed up late, I pushed my limits and actually hiked, and I was hit on by a 19 year old who is a fireman.
I had so much fun. And next year, despite how hard everything was, I want to do it again. I just love it there. Also the song that will always remind me of camp is the lip gloss song.
Lip Gloss by Lil Mama.
More to come from the chronicles of camp.
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