Black and White Thinking

So what is black and white thinking? There is no gray area, things are only right or wrong, black or white, yes or no. You think either you can or you can't, there is no half way or half ass. Here is me. Where is my middle ground? I am trying to find it because it is killing me to not have it. Either everything is perfect or I don't do it or become associated with it. Why write about this? Do you think black or white? Either you have a good relationship or you don't, either you have a nice house or you don't, either you have a nice car or you don't, it doesn't have to be possessions. My black and white thinking is about success. Either I am successful or I am not. Either I have a family or I don't. Either I have friends or I don't. How do I accept the middle ground...I'll get back to you on that one, but if you need to, I will bring you on my journey.

Vagina Monologues

So I recently auditioned for a spot in the Rowan University presentation of The Vagina Monolgues. And...I got a part! My piece is from My Vagina was my Villiage. It is a two person piece, with one person highlighting a positive view a woman had of her vagina and the second person alternates in with snipets of what happened to her during the war in Bosnia and Kosovo. The monolgue is done to honor the women of those wars, who faced a different kind of war in which they were repeatedly raped by the militia. And the shocking part is...I do the second piece, from the point of view of the woman who was raped. When I told Chris that I was in a play she was like, oh I could see you being an actress after the character I played at work with the kids. But she was kind of shocked I think, or at least surprised, that I have the serious role. I told her that it was part of my strategy when auditioning, that there were so many girls there to try for the happy parts, that I thought about trying out for a serious part would give me better chances of getting a part. (typical me, over thinking things) But all along I knew that I, probably better than anyone, could pull off that serious part. And so my mission in this play, is to bring this character to life, for people to feel the pain of those women, and to at least make the audience shed one tear. BUT,... and get ready for this....The aunt I was named after was a nurse in the Vietnam War, who unfortunatley was repeatedly raped by soldiers, was tormented when she returned home. Shortly after, she was in a terrible car accident and suffered from killer migraines. Both types of pain wore on her and she eventually committed suicide. Me doing this piece, will give her the voice she never had. You have goosebumps don't you! OMG!!! Me too!!!


March 30, 2009
9 pm
Rowasn Student Center Pit

Welcome!

Hey, How's it going? Welcome to my new blog. This is where I get to rant and everyone can see it. I am through with myspace I think, it seems to be somewhat annoying and I haven't been on it since who knows when... So why did I start my blog? Cause I am international baby! Now everyone around the world can see how super smart I am. (Ms. Chris that is for you!) Oh homie, I did enjoy that ice cream sundae with your company. I love how we can chat about anything and inhale calories at the same time. But back to business, Joni needed a voice. Self preservation maybe? You decide. Take it as you want it, Glamour Girl is ready to bring it!