So...

So.. my mom used to tell me that the people I talked to on the internet were only telling me about the parts of them they wanted to share. As I've grown up, I've realized more and more how this is true. Everyone has many different sides of them, versions of them they choose to share with different people in their life, all tailored to fit the people they are around.

Sometimes it is tiring because that person is so vastly different in each group and sometimes I fear the real me gets lost in the shuffle. Every time I hear this song (despite the very odd parts), this is what I think of, being able to sing a different melody than I'm always singing in the music box that is my life.

Life inside the music box ain't easy
The mallets hit, the gears are always turning
And everyone inside the mechanism
Is yearning to get out
And sing another melody completely
So different from the one they're always singing
I close my eyes and think that I have found me
But then I feel mortality surround me
I want to sing another melody
So different from the one I always sing

So.. today was a good day and to be honest, I think it's due to my hair. This morning I got up and did my hair and really really liked it. And that hasn't happened for over six months.

You see, six months ago I got a hair cut. A really, really, really short hair cut. And I looked like a lesbian. I haven't liked my hair since then, although I did stop hating it and just moved to dislike. Trying to grow hair is not an easy thing, it takes a long time and my calculations are that to get where I want to be, it'll take another year.

But Saturday I got my hair done and I always like the color right after it's done the most, because its super vibrant and pretty. And when it's freshly trimmed, it feels so soft and fun. So today was a good hair day. And that made the whole day nice.

So.. being from California, over the last few years I have heard more than enough about Indian casinos, and with the election coming up next week and four propositions on the ballot relating to gaming, I am ready to strangle myself if I see one more commercial about it. Honestly if I remember to vote, I'll vote yes on all four, because I think the revenues are good for the State. But still.

What I don't get is, when and why did the Indians decide that their only way of making a living was by opening casinos? I mean it's like, was there some Grand Council where the Chiefs all sat down and said, "Our people are starving and we can't live on these reservations the White Man has forced us into - I've got an idea, let's make casinos and take all their money, legally!" And what I love is that the times I have been to Indian casinos, I have seen more white employees than anything else.

It just makes me laugh to hear them say how this is the only way to help their people. How about giving your children an education, sending them to college and let them make their own money by having a career? How about that? That's what the White Man does. And the Black Man. And all the other Americans. I don't get what makes the Indians so different. If African Americans can get past the slavery (ok, some have NOT gotten past it..) and consider themselves just the same as the rest of us Americans, even running for President, why can't American Indians get over the whole taking their land thing and become normal members of our Society? Or is that asking too much?

As a side note, I went back to Atlanta earlier this month for work and we were able to go to the Georgia Aquarium on our last day. I have some really great photos I'll be posting on my photoblog just as soon as I have time to sit down and prep them.