đ¸đżđ¸
Today's Document
I'd rather be in outer space đ¸

@theartofmadeline

Discoholic đŞŠ
YOU ARE THE REASON
RMH

romaâ
Jules of Nature
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

No title available
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year

#extradirty
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
The Bowery Presents
$LAYYYTER
untitled

titsay
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
trying on a metaphor

blake kathryn

seen from Italy

seen from United States
seen from Japan
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom
seen from Russia

seen from Malaysia
seen from TĂźrkiye

seen from Canada
seen from Canada

seen from Australia
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom

seen from Italy
seen from France
seen from Mexico

seen from Malaysia

seen from Canada
@gregorj2-blog
đ¸đżđ¸
But like, when is Avan Jogia gonna be Aladdin in a live action movie?? I'm still waiting for that!!
Meet and greet with Trevor Jackson
This is getting out of control. (photos via ZookeeperRachel)
haters: oH Myy GodddD!!! arIAANnA is A SlUt!!
All tickets to the free All-Star Concert featuring Ariana Grande have been claimed. The tickets, which went live at 9 a.m. Thursday, were all claimed in under five minutes. Fans were allowed four tickets per request. Grande will perform at 8 p.m. July 11 at Paul Brown Stadium as part of the Pepsi Music Series during All-Star Week.
đ but why is this mentality so common?
I like this movement of reminding self-hating fuckboys that their mothers look just like the women they go online to bash.
East Price Hill Through the Characters....
All my life Iâve lived on the same street. Iâve lived on Fairbanks Avenue for about 20 years. This street is located in the heart of east price hill. My family are busy people. We all work and hardly ever stay in the house, so that means we get to see our neighbors a lot. Over to the left of my house, we know a guy who is addicted to boxing. His name is Ricky. In fact, he looks like he could be a boxer. He has about 10 tattoos, all of which are on his chest because most of the time he walks out the house with no shirt on. He always brags about how he can bench press 75 pounds at the gym. Speaking of gym, he has set up his own work out class in his front yard. You see a few people who agreed to sign up get their exercise in while he is acting like a laid back personal trainer.
Then there is the 73-year-old woman who has been friends with my mom for over 10 years. Her name is Shirley. Her hair gray and as light as a cotton candy, she gets it curled every so often and to me itâs the typical old lady style. Her raspy voice doesnât match her warm heart. Every week she drops coupons off on our pouch and an opened can of pop. I never drink the pop because I feel like she turns it up to have a taste of it herself before she gives it to us. But at one time, she use to bring old pastries over from the store-front bakery down the street from our house and I would barf when I looked in the bag. The chocolate of the crusty bread would take over the white paper bag she put the pastries in. It was nice for her to do that for my family and I. I just didnât want to eat stale cookies and cakes. But I know her reason behind doing it. Her husband died several years ago and she now walks up and down the street to the grocery store, since itâs walking distance for her. She walks when itâs not safe to be outside. She doesnât care because itâs her way of getting out of the house, which is good for her.
Everyone on the street knows each other pretty well since weâve all lived on the same street for over 10 years. My neighbor to the right is an jerk. He always talks about how bad the neighborhood is. I guess, thatâs one of the reasons why he is never home. His name is John. He always brags about the great job he has working or the city of Cincinnati. He buys food stamp cards from people, knowing that itâs illegal. But at the same time, I felt sorry for him, his house was broken into twice and he has a concealed weapon in his house. So, he isnât all that bad, sometimes.
He canât be worse than the new neighbors who arrived on right across the street from us. I swear there are about ten people living in a three bedroom house. Everytime we pull up to our house, there are always a group of guys smoking weed on the porch. It never fails. Iâm hesitant to get out of the car to walk into the house when I see them outside. There judgemental eyes piercing my soul. Every night I hear them blasting their ratchet music and itâs sad because I can hear it through the walls of my house. Despite how different my neighbors are, they make up a melting pot of what East Price Hill is---a beautiful nightmare.
National UnderGround Railroad Freedom Center....
The car is parked. Check. I have my parking ticket. Check. Got my purse. Check. Comfortable shoes. Check. One ounce of interest in my history. No. Â I have to be honest, but I sometimes want to block out the history of slavery. At times, I act like it never happened. I guess it was so many years of school when I heard so much about what black people had to go through back in those times. Maybe itâs because Iâve seen movies like 12 Years a Slave and The Butler, the over advertised movies about the struggles of black people. I feel like movies like this is just a way to bring up the past and rub it in peopleâs faces that African Americans went through a lot. This is not say that I donât feel for what blacks had to go though, itâs just at times, I feel like itâs over publicized. I was little more interested in modern slavery because sometimes it doesnât get enough attention like black slavery. And Iâve heard of slavery back in the day until I couldnât anymore. Despite what I thought before even entering the National Railroad Freedom Center, my uninterested, lifeless body strolled into the double doors
      Since, I had no direction of where I wanted to go, I slightly pressed the elevator button for the third floor. I was ready to go. The first exhibit was called, From Slavery to Freedom. It is located on the second floor. The gold lettering of the words from slavery to freedom made the exhibit stand out. It was a good choice to go with gold because I feel like gold gives off this sense of accomplishment. The From Slavery to Freedom exhibit was actually sponsored by Oprah Winfrey. How cool is that? The exhibit shows an introduction to slavery like how they became slaves, how they lived, how they worked and who their allies were and how they were became free. The exhibit is wonderful, they show slavery was started. Some historians say it was started because the settlers needed workers, so they picked the slaves to do their work for no pay. To answer the question of how they lived, slavesâ lives were no better than the dogs. This rings true because I found myself staring at a piece that gave me a visual of the three slaves being at the mercy of the two English settlers. The piece I was looking at was called âThe Arrivalâ. It shows two life size bronze statues, which were the settlers who looked like they were debating while the slaves were sitting there in distress because they wanted to be free. The reality of this piece was that they couldnât be free because the settlers wouldnât let them and they were tied down by chains. Just looking at this made me very sad because this was where it all started. The Africans didnât hurt anyone and just wanted peace, but they were thrown into a world wind of chaos and violation. I understand that the settlers wanted fortune, but they didnât have to be so selfish and do anything to get the fortune. In a way, it makes me appreciate the freedom I have today. As I was walking out of the exhibit, I noticed I tall red robe with a pointy hood. I turned around and it happened to be a Ku Klux Klan outfit. It was red and white rob that had poked out holes for eyes and a pink smiley face for a mouth. While I was staring at this outfit, I felt like I wanted to punch the glass it as in mainly because of what I heard in the recent news of a guy that was lynched in Mississippi a few weeks back. This was what terrorized African Americans. In front of me was the replica robe that had some prick was wearing back in the day. My only question was, why? Why did they think it was okay to lynch people for no reason? Why do they think it was okay to burn the cross on innocent peopleâs lawns? At that moment I just had to tell myself that it was the past and there is nothing I can do to change that horrible and embarrassing part of Americaâs history.
      âHey folks, we are going over to the Invisible Slavery Exhibit.â said the teacher of a random middle school.
I saw a ton of middle school children walk over to start the exhibit. I followed them because I wanted to look inside as well. Â The Invisible Slavery Exhibit is the first permanent exhibit that actually shows human trafficking and modern-day slavery. Inside it looks like a gross, rusty warehouse inside, which is the whole point because all of the stories were very dark and scary. Walking inside my heart was beating like a drum because I didnât know what horror stories I would read. I read a sign that saysâ Slavery Exists around the world today. Men and women, teenagers and children from all backgrounds are forced to work against their will, under threat of violence, and with no ready means of escape. Although slavery is everywhere, it is largely invisible.â Just reading this sign made my stomach twist and turn because I feel like people shouldnât have to go through slavery anymore. Everyone should be free of bondage. It makes me sad to imagine people having to do things they didnât want to. It really broke my heart. Another highlight of this exhibit was when I past this ten foot mattress that had the words, âsex traffickingâ on the top, right below it were about 15 faces. These faces were of the people who were victims of sext trafficking. It gave me a little info about the issue. About 800,000 of men, women and children are lured into trafficking across the nation. Of course most are females under the age of 18. There was one picture in particular that caught my eye. It was a picture of a woman named Akadia. She is 27 years old and applied for a job as a waitress, she ended up being trafficked to Turkey. Feeling of vulnerability flooded my veins like alcohol. I felt like I could be one of those girls because I always go on craigslist and look for better paying jobs. Anger is another emotion that takes over my body. I was madder than the devil to read she just applied for a job and was pretty much taken advantage of. Curiosity is what was clouding my brain because yes, they show their pictures, but where are they know? Are they doing okay? Where do they live now? Have they tried to move on? Itâs just a really uneasy feeling.
      After I read her story my eyes scanned to another picture. It was a picture of a girl with long, black hair and a beautiful face. She was 17 at the time when she was lured with promises of a modeling career. This story in particular kind of hit me like a ton of bricks because when I was about 16 years old, I wanted to be an actress and so I tried to look up acting agencies and places I could audition. So, reading her story made me want to just cry. She looked so innocent and now I donât know what she is like now. I donât know if she ever recovered.
      Letâs back up to the From Slavery to Freedom exhibit where I saw the huge bag of real cotton that had two long ropes wrapped around it. The bag was ripped opened like a grocery bag that was filled to capacity. This piece was called, âKing Cotton.â Europeans discovered cotton and grew it on their lands. They made the slaves separate the seeds from the actual cotton. I thought this was very wrong that they made their slaves pick cotton. No wonder their fingers were so bruised and tired looking. Itâs an uneasy feeling just reading what they had to do. Slaves were out in the hot sun for hours on end just picking cotton. I was surprised that cotton had seeds. This goes to show that the slavesâ masters were jerk and only cared about their fortune.
      âWhat is one of the key factors that leave people vulnerable to slavery?â I read to myself.
      Five wooden doors made up the wooden body hanging before me in the Invisible Slavery Exhibit I pulled out the door that was labeled poverty. The only reason why I did this was because I relate it so well. Growing up, we didnât have much money. I only had my mom who would try to make ends meet as much she possibly could to raise my brothers and I. My dad walked away from my family when I was 11 years old, so we didnât have any help with extra income. I was kind of sad that I picked poverty, but I know so much about it. It was and still is my whole life. I could see myself being lured into false promises like the other people, so I donât think the girls that got lured are stupid. They just didnât know.
      I rushed to the patio area of the center like I was running for the ice cream truck. Iâve never seen something so beautiful in my life. It was the fire burning in the pit of a grey rectangular stone. It was the fire that keeps burning every time someone reads a story of the hardships of not only black people, but people in general. I felt like I was meant to see that when I was up and ready to leave the center. As I tried to leave the patio to leave the building, the door was so hard to open. It was like God wanted me to stay outside and reflect on everything I saw. This take me back to the fact that I canât believe I took our history for granted. I was happy I was able to go to the center because it made me gain a new perspective on black history and modern slavery. Before I walked in, it was like I was numb to the fact that people suffered and are still suffering at the hands of evil people.
                                    Side Bar
      The National Underground Railroad Freedom Center is located in downtown Cincinnati, on the Banks of the Ohio River. Parking can be found at the Fountain Square Parking Facility, The Central Riverfront Parking Garage and street parking (limited). Tickets are $14 for adults, seniors (60+) is $12, children ages 3-12 is $10 and children under three is free. The hours of operation is Tuesday through Saturday 11am-5pm. Tickets are available until 4pm as well. They currently have ten exhibits: Everyday Freedom Heroes, Invisible: Slavery Today, Brothers of the Borderland, The Slave Pen, Escape, From Slavery to Freedom (the one I visited), The Struggle Continues, Celebrating the March on Washington, The Solomon Northup Tour and Picture Freedom. If you want to know about your family tree, the Freedom Center offers Genealogy for free. To contact the Freedom Center the number is (513) 333-7500.
>k�o
Indianapolis State Fair Bombshell
The fifteenth of August was one of the most regretful days of my life. You know the feeling, itâs summer and you are bored out of your mind. You lay around doing nothing, but watch youtube videos, scan facebook and just look out of the window wondering what the hell is there to do on a hot, summer day.
âHey what do you want to do?â asked my friend Joy
âI donât know what to do. Anything I guess.â I said.
âWe could go to the Indianapolis State Fair.â said Joy
âOkay, cool.â I said.
I watched as my friend searched the web for something to do and she said there was a concert at the Indianapolis State Fair. I just blew it off like it was nothing. I didnât even asked what who was performing there that night.
So, she asked her mom if she could drop us off at the fair. Her mom agreed and quickly zoomed down the street to drop our butts off. Her mom rushed us out of the car and before I knew it, the aftermath of the air from the speeding car hit my face. I was happy to go and caught up with my friend that already had a head start at walking to the fair. I have to admit the walk was very long and my feet were felt like roasted blistery hot dogs. My feet were at the point where it was a thin line between my black flip flops and the hot, black pavement. It was a great idea do have a fresh blacktop for people to walk on. Way to go, Indianapolis State Fair.
People yelling at kids, eating cotton candy and just having a good time was the atmosphere I was around. It was like I was at the ultimate state fair considering the fact that I donât go to many fairs. When I saw the amusement rides, the stuffed animals, the beer and the cotton candy, it made me jump for joy!
Deep fried treats were calling my name as I walked up to the Deep Fried Treats stand.. It pretty much had every kind of candy a girl could want like fried Snickers, Reeces and many more. The stand was over 12 feet tall and as orange as it wanted to be. I felt so happy that I was to have fun and eat what I wanted to that day because itâs not everyday that I get to go to the fair with my best friend. It was a nostalgic feeling because it was like I was that little girl running to the ice cream truck. Â
âThat will be $3.00.â said the red-headed associate.
âOkay, well, here you go. Have a nice day.â I said.
Looking at the oreo filling ooze from the soft, tan outer crust made me feel that if I died that night, I would be satisfied with life because I finally tried a fried oreo. The fun was not over because when I took a ride on the round up, a ride that vertically spins you in circles! The ride spun so much that I almost threw up on my friend! Trust me, that wouldnât of been a pretty sight! As I was spinning vertically, I had a snap shot of my life in the moment. I was 18 years old and it was my senior year of high school, so I was living like a young person should. It was probably one of the best times in my life.
âOink, Onikâ was the sound I heard as I pet the cute, little pigs! Yes, they had a lie farm there, full of cows, chickens, and pigs! I wanted to stay there forever, but I knew I had to leave since it was time for the carnival to close shop. I looked at my friend and told her that I has a great time. She was happy as well and she told me,
âHey, Selena Gomez, the disney channel star, was the one that performed here earlier in the day.â
I about died. I wanted to see here in concert so bad and the fact that my friend knew that she was performing just made me want to cry. I missed  free concert from a huge pop star. I walked down the walkway to her momâs car and got in with the ultimate sad face.
Florida 2009
The summer of 2009 was by far the best trip of my life besides going to LA. It was a trip for the Parker-Brown family reunion. The last time going on a vacation that we could afford. Once again we relied on the greyhound to get up down there to Miami. We left the grey skies of Cincinnati and boarded the bus to Miami, Florida. The bus trip was pretty fun. It took about six hours to get there, but it was worth it. The sky was a blue you only see from mountain tops and the weather was amazing. Heaven on earth I tell you! Once we arrived, we headed off to my grandpas sisters house to stay there for the duration of the stay. I stayed in the room with my mom and we had a huge bed to sleep on. I also had a great read with me. Twilight. Yes, it was popular at the time, I was a bandwagon fan. Her house was amazing. It was small, but it was clean and cozy. In her backyard she had a palm tree that made me so happy because every time I woke up, I would see it out of my window, reminding me that I was sleeping in pure paradise. We took a few trips to the mall while being in Florida. Their mall was like a normal mall. I remember going in JC Pennys. Close were everywhere. It was kind of ridiculous how messy it was in there. Anyway, I also took a trip down to the beach to eat some great food at the family reunion. They had everything from hotdogs to hamburgers. Biting into a nice juicy hamburger just made my day. After wolfing down a hamburger, I decided that it was time for fun in the au . Gritty sand hitting my feet, the wind blowing in my straight, black hair, and my bikini that was bright orange all made the beach trip great. Later that day we decided to venture off to a few shops near Miami beach. The dim lights of the shop strip felt like I was on a romantic vacation with my boyfriend, but that wasn't the case, I was with my family. The next day we boarded the bus and that was around the time when Michael Jackson was pronounced dead. What better place to find out that news? I wax devastated. I couldn't watch the video marathons they had of TV. After a few hours, despite Michael dying, we had a great family trip. Something I'll remember for the rest of my life. 17 in Florida.
Chi-Town Trip. Circa 2010
When I found out I was able to go to Chicago with my three friends, I was so happy! First reason why I was happy was because I've haven't been anywhere in 4 years. My last trip prior to Chicago was Los Angeles. So, in my life I really haven't been many places. The ride to Chicago was so fun! My mother's friend drove us in his white mini van. I was excited to see the mini van when she pulled up to my house. The sweet part about going was because it was with people I adored at the time. I had my twin, FeFe with me. She had my back and was super supportive. Next I had my other friend, Joy. I'm still friends with her today. Next up, my friend Meisha, she was the quiet, but very funny one. We had so much junk food on the trip. From M&Ms to Cheetos. We had all we needed for a girls trip with a mom included. " OMG, I'm so in love, I've found you finally, you make me wanna say OH." That was what came on the radio a million times. The song was by Usher and it was called OMG. Best song ever! That was like the theme to out trip. My friends fell asleep through the different cities me passed. I was wide awake looking out of the window. I could see the billboard signs advertising twilight. We finally got to Chicago. I could see the buildings of downtown Chi Town. We passed the slums of Chicago and even that was even attractive to the eye. Once we entered downtown it was go time. We walked to forever 21 and did a little shopping. I took pics inside the store and the sales associate told me no flash photography in the store. I was shocked because it is a clothing store, I should of been able to take pictures,thats crazy. Then we walked down the street to see some kids break dancing. And one guy did a flip over me. I have video to prove it. It was simply amazing. Then we saw a Tin man dancing as well. It was great. The Payless store in Chicago is like all of the other ones. But in hi town they seem like that are more helpful. The sales associate was super nice and knew we were out of town people by my accent I apparently had. We stayed in the Hyatt hotel and they have a pool there. I remember having a two piece bathing suit on while taking pictures in the pool. The next day we headed to the beach to have some fun in the sun! While we were waking to the beach, some girl yelled out, " Don't talk to my baby daddy." The funny part about this was that no one was talking to her baby daddy at all. The overall trip was amazing and I got to spend it with the people I adored in 2010. It was like a cool senior trip.
Contemporary Art Center
I had so many buttons to choose from-LL, *1, 2, 4, 5, 6, 6R, 5R, 2R, 1R and LLR. Once I pressed the lime green button, a red number two popped up in the corner of the big metal box I was trapped in. The metal box that I was in was moving up and I kind of felt light headed. I looked to my right and the doors were closed and then I looked to my left and the doors began to open as I saw a huge 10 foot wooden piece in front of my face. I stepped out of the elevator and was able to breathe again. The elevators at the Cincinnati Arts Center are very huge (like most elevators are), if you get light headed easily, please bring a friend. Â The whole purpose of the trip to the center was to experience as much as I could during their renovations. The only floors that were open were the second and the sixth floor. I wanted to get that full experience even though I had limitations. When you visit, you may be in the same situation so this will get you prepared. If you are into the Revolutionary War, then you will love the Revolutionary War-era submarine. It can be very scary looking, so if you have kids, please hold their hands, tight. You get a good look at it on the second floor of the center, right when you get off of the elevator. Itâs in your face and you have no other choice but to question what it is. If you arenât sure what it is, a video is shown on a flat screen TV to your right, which explains what it is exactly.
      The whole first part of the room is dedicated to Duke Riley, an American artist. Just walking around the room you get inspired by so many of his pieces, most of which were made of acrylic, ink, coffee and tea on paper. If youâre one of those coffee lovers and tend to spill it on paper, this section of the museum is for you. A lot of Duke Rileyâs art pieces on the wall are coffee stained with a pop of color like his painting called, âFrohawk Two Feathers: Christinaâ, it catches the eye and is very serious looking. Itâs serious because no one is smiling, but the colors give it life. Not to mention, this Contemporary Art Center doesnât have nude painting on the second floor. This is idea for anyone bringing kids.
      I liked how they had a place to sit. It can get tiring just looking at one wall of art pieces every 30 minutes. While you are sitting you can watch about a five minute video about called, âDuke Riley: Reclaiming the Lost Kingdom of Laird.â Itâs an interesting documentary that will keep your eyes on the screen for the entire time. It gives off a cozy vibe, where you can just sit and watch a five minute video, just like how some of you watch short YouTube videos at home. Beware, the headphones feel hot, which is so nasty because that means someone had them on their ears too long. Have you ever sat in a hot seat after someone? Well, it feels gross and thatâs how you would feel if you donât take a cleaning wipe to those black headphones. On that note, itâs best to bring hand sanitizer and some tissues.
      Expect the employees working there to be kind of pushy. I was asked, âDo you need any help?â several times in the two hours I was there. Itâs a very nice gesture and they are doing their jobs, but it can be a little annoying when you are in the zone and someone comes up and asks you if you need help. I heard a womanâs robotic voice from the other room and to my surprise it was a video playing. The video is by Anne Lindiberg and Saskia Olde and its called Placebo. The video screen is projected on the wall so itâs huge. Before walking in, you see it playing the video, and you can kind of get sucked into it. Therefore, you want to notice that right before you get to the video on the lower level, you may want to watch your step. I almost fell because I didnât notice the three large steps that lead you down to the creepy white bench that is directly in front of the screen. Watch your step. The video projected on the screen wasnât a regular video because it has no people in it. The entire time you see a white glob of paint move around the screen. It sounds boring, but itâs fascinating. It could occupy any kid you bring to there. The white glob and the voice of the narrator can make adults sleepy.
      âHey Maâam, you can take pictures,â said the employee. Anyone would be happy to hear that at a center with art. The great thing about Contemporary Art Center is that they donât care if you snap a shot with your camera or phone camera. Walking down the stairs to see the parallel art, I was shoved with a magazine. The first one I received was the Contemporary Arts Center Magazine. That magazine just tells you the upcoming events and what they have there now. I didnât even take three steps and I was handed a brochure of the current gallery I was in. The employee notices that she only gave me two handouts, so she decided to give me another brochure. Please take a contemporary arts museum magazine when you first enter the building at the information desk or else they will shove these things at you when you get upstairs. The whole second floor offers history of Duke Riley and his many paintings and pieces. It also offers a look at Anne Lindiberg and Saskia Oldeâs video/art as well. Everything on the second floor is just so beautiful, from the Duke Riley pieces to the placebo video.
      The sixth floor offers great entertainment. Itâs interesting because you would think you arenât able to touch anything, but you can because floor six is called the unmuseum. When you get off of the elevator prepare to be amaze because there is a sign to the left and it says, Unmuseum. The topography looks like a maze. To the right of the elevator, I walked towards that section and was so happy to see the light blue wall. That wall is dedicated to an area called, the Sky Village. On this wall you can build wooden houses on top of each other. This would be great if you plan on bringing your kids. In my case, I was a big kid and decided to build a few houses in the sky. Then, right next to the sky village, there is a place where people can draw. They have supplies like Michaels. They have tools from glue, scissors, pencils, crayons, yarn, ribbon and water colors. They also have a first aid kit in case someone gets hurt. Peeping around the corner, I saw a bathroom. Itâs the first one Iâve seen in the whole building. I drew a picture of a duck that looked like it was drawn by a grade school kid. I was very proud of it, but knew I had to get a move on. I was so happy I was able to feel like a piano player without the piano. They had a button where it sounds like you are hitting a piano key and once you hit that button, a colored square lit up. It was so cool and I felt very musically inspired. Looking at the music sheet of paper titled, âMary Had a Little Lamb.â I was surprised that the center offers this paper to guest so they can play that song on the lit up squares. Any age group would enjoy pressing those buttons to make some noise.
      Purple carpet and school desks with chairs, I felt like I was in a classroom. This room is called âAbove and Below.â Try to walk into this part and you will feel very light headed. The floor was extremely slanted and small. You will feel like you are in Alice and Wonderland when you walk around the small tables and chairs. Hereâs some word of advice, donât walk through this part if you just had lunch, you will throw up for sure. Itâs pretty fun, but it can turn your world upside down. So, I managed to not throw up when I walked off of the slanted floor and onto leveled ground.
      âBaby I was born this way.â That was the Lady Gaga tune in my head when I sat in this teardrop shaped chair. It is called, âThe Wobbleâ by Lizzie DuQuette and Lisa Tompkins.  Itâs a white chair that rotates in a circle. I sat in it and felt like I could sleep in there. It was very comfortable and I felt like I was a Lady Gaga at the Video Music Awards when she was being transported to the stage in an egg. Anyone is welcomed to sit in this chair. Kids will love it and adults will love it as well. Just make sure you donât get inside when it wobbles around because it can be unsafe to get in considering the fact that itâs moving. Hoping into an egg is like getting into a car that moves at five miles per hour. The blue sign to the left was titled, âCome Follow Meâ and it was in front of a black room. As I was sprinting to the room, I felt a little scared. My heart jumped as I saw a horse statue with demonic eyes. I walked through a big brown tree bark and it was a video of the story of shark girl. This part of the museum is very scary. Please hold on to your significant otherâs hand and hold it tight. If you have kids, keep them with you because they can easily disappear from the dark room. If youâre by yourself, walk as fast as you can through the room because it can be scary if you are by yourself. The weird and extremely loud music doesnât help. Itâs just like walking into someoneâs twisted nightmare. As I walked to the elevator to the first floor to get my coat, I noticed how cold it was on the sixth floor. Please bring a jacket or a hood when you enter that floor because itâs a bit chilly up there. I took the elevator down to the first floor where my book bag and coat were. The receptionist told me to come back when the renovations are over. You can get there by bus, car, or walking. The bus you take would be the 33 which takes you down to government square which is located on 5th and Walnut in downtown Cincinnati. The Southbank Shuttle/Tank also takes you to the CAC. It serves the downtown and Northern Kentucky area. The Contemporary Art Museum is closed during Thanksgiving, New Yearâs Day and Christmas. They are also closed on Tuesdays. The hours of operation are Mondays 10-9, Wednesday-Sunday 10-6pm. Admission fee is free if they are renovating. If they arenât itâs around 15 dollars per person to get in.  Itâs located at 44 E. 6thStreet (the corner of 6thand Walnut Streets) in downtown Cincinnati. The tips for getting there would be listed on the website, click here. Their number is (513) 345-4800.
Getting to Los Angeles....<3
Dear Jamie,
                Los Angeles is by far one of the most beautiful places in the United States to visit. I was there back in 2006 for vacation and I loved it. Getting there was something else, though. We took the greyhound from Cincy to LA. It took three days. First off, a morning of I cut myself with a razor trying to shave my legs. It bled so much, but I knew we had to go. First the greyhound was late, and when we got on people didn't smell too fresh. I remember stopping in Michigan and someone took a dump in the greyhounds bathroom and everyone was disgusted. I was disgusted. Some woman with an all blue outfit, sprayed some freshener so they smell would go away. When we got closer to Colorodo, the bus ride got super bumpy. The bus driver had to travel up rocky ways and my mom was pretty much holding on to deal life. I was sleep all most the entire time of the rocky ride. When I woke up this guy was playing a guitar in the back of the bus. He was kind of weird, so I was sleeping with one eye open. One the way to LA we stopped by a few pit stops like Arizona. Arizona was amazing. It was so hot and dry there and I was happy to see some sunlight. Seeing the stars of LA, like actual stars in the sky was great. I knew I was close to LA. My brother and eye watched a movie on his game consul and so we had fun while traveling there. We took a ton of picture of the Arizona mountains and talked to a few people. I remember talking to this foreign guy who sat next to me on the bus. His was hot. His hair was laid and he smelled really good. I wore all black with a rainbow hat and I was in awe. He talked about where he was from. He was from France and he said he was on his way to LA to. Once we got to LA, it was amazing. The air wasn't humid and the people looked happy there. The skies were blue and inviting. LA is like having your cake and eating it to. I hope you visit soon.
 Always,
Jamie Gregory
Cincinnati Museum
           Looking down at the floor of the bathroom, I could see a little kid with red hair looking under the stall like little kids do. She wanted to know if anyone was in there. I happened to be in there to take quick tickle before heading off to the Museum of Natural History and Science. The Cincinnati Museum is right off of I-75. After leaving the bathroom that was filled with screaming kids chanting the word, âMommyâ; I looked at the time and quickly walked over to my designated museum.
 When I first walked in, I felt kind of scared because I had a beige colored journal that had a picture of black glasses, a mustache and a bow tie. I was afraid people were going to judge me, but after a while I didnât care because I had to do what had to do with or without peopleâs approval. The moment I walked in, I saw a medium sized glass box with four passenger pigeons in them. I felt really sad that they were in there because I love birds in general. According to the template with information, the passenger pigeons were very popular back in the day.
I slowly walked over to the next big thing and I by big, I mean big. This animal was white, very fury and had sharp teeth. I should have been slightly scared, but I was very impressed by how believable this polar bear was. I looked at it for a good 10 minutes just wondering what I would do if I was in Alaska and this polar beat was chasing after me. When I finally decided to walk away from it, there was a couple who was totally amazed by the display of the polar bears skull because the boyfriend said, âShit, look at how big their skulls are!â I was laughing inside after that comment.
The Trading Post was the next thing that flooded my head like the water in Noahâs ark. As I was walking towards it, I remember being 15 years old and I had on a hideous red shirt and a little black book bag with throwback braids in my hair, smiling ear to ear posing next to the alligator skin that was slapped on the wall of the Trading Post area. Itâs safe to say, those were my awkward years. Anyway, I glided my hand on the flat as a pancake alligator skin, I felt calm, and it was kind of therapeutic to me even though its skin was rough. I looked at the facts and history that was displayed in bright pink and green neon colors. To my surprise the Trading Post opened June of 2000. After processing that info, I feel old. The Cincinnati Museum was a Union Terminal at first and it opened in 1933. So, I was walking into a lot of history.
I ran across a bambi look alike that was staring at me with its right eye when I entered the forest setting where this statue resides. I didnât find this part of the museum that interesting so I decided to keep it moving by finding a new area to look at. I slowly walked down the ramp to the next part. This section was as dark as night and at one time I thought it was closed. Iâm not going to lie I felt spooked out, but decided to go in by myself anyway. Staring at the American Indian beaded pouches gave me another flashback of how badly I wanted a pouch like that when I was little. The beads on the pouches were so colorful and cute. The pouch from the North American Plains caught my eye because it had a blue eagle on it.
Just looking at the pouches made me realize the Indians had a lot of creativity back in the day. About 5 minutes later, other people started to walk inside the section where I was at. As they walked in, I slowly walked across the pathway to see a statue of the snowy owl. It was white and it looked like the size of a medium sized cat. I was amazed by how real this own looked. The little kid with the Ninja Turtle shirt on was just as amazed as I was. He yelled out to his dad that he saw the Harry Potter Owl.
Kissing noises was like background music as I rubbed my hand across the rock crystal quartz. The noise came from the lovely couple behind me. Anyway, I continued to touch the rock crystal quartz. It was so beautiful, big and clear. I liked how smooth it was. The stomping of feet rushed towards me like a stampede. Since I didnât look up I was kind of caught off guard by the sound, but not to worry, it was just two little boys who looked at the crystal quartz as well. After they had their turn at rubbing the crystal, one of the little boys yelled, âItâs worth millions!â
I continued to walk down the dark path until I saw the light as I entered the space section of the walkway. I thought I was far ahead of the kissing couple I just saw, but to my surprise they were right behind me. For O2 press, 5380-6380. Those were the numbers on the amazing Neil Armstrong spacesuit. I was kind of fearful when I was reading it because I imagined myself in space and having to push those numbers for oxygen. It was amazing how big it was with the American flag stamped on right side of his suit. My eyes sparkled with amazement when I saw the planets in the glass fixture placed on the wall. One planet in particular, Neptune, looked just like a blue lollipop.
Big bunny ears with crystals inside it. Thatâs what this amethyst geode looked like. It also looked like someone cut some part of his right ear off, one ear longer than the other, kind of like how a puppy looks when one of its ears are flopped over. I came to the conclusion, it looked like someone decided to yank the ears off of a gigantic bunny and then put it on display for everyone to see at this museum.
Off to the ice age part. I was super excited to go in, but I immediately lost interest because of how drab it looked in the first section of the ice age area. So, I decided to go to the more lively part, which was the glacier area. I was blown away at how real these glaciers looked as I slowly walked inside of them. The rocks shifted under my feet as I walked into the glacier. I felt a little scared walking under them considering the fact that I was by myself. I looked behind me hoping no one was near me because I was flipping out. I felt as if I was a part of the Scooby-Doo gang where everyone decides to split up to solve a mystery. I also felt light headed and didnât know it was the lack of food I had or me just being in the moment.
Finally, I was out of the glacier part and into the part where there were statues of fake animals like wolves. I took a look at the fake brown beaver whose butt was halfway into the water. I think they tried to make the beaver look like it was coming out of the water, but to me it looked like it was peeing in it. I found it very funny. I looked at the time, and the museum was about to close. I slowly walked to the exit where the elevator was waiting for me. Once I got off of the elevator, I headed right to the vitamin water machine because I was extremely thirsty. I pushed the button for the one I wanted and out came the one that looked like it had a bubble gum pink color to it. I felt so refreshed after drinking it. When I was walking towards the exit out of the museum, I started to reflect on my visit. I looked up to the ceiling to see all of the artwork they have on there. I felt happy that I got to after eight years of not having time to go. It was so quiet when I was trying to leave, but to my surprised there were still people in there because I heard shoes hitting the pavement. I looked back to see a ton of people leaving the Omnimax theater racing towards walking towards the exit without a care in the world. They looked like people that were happy to go. In fact, I was happy to be able to stop and take a look at some interesting things for a change.
Specific Childhood Place That Was Meaningful to me
Rolling over on a blue plastic airbed, the smell of the air bed was ingrained in my memory because we just moved back from Cali to Cincinnati. "Please God makes us fly." I said. By us I mean my little brother and I. We were inspired by the X-men movie we just watched a few days ago. I remember looking outside my bedroom door and just praying my prayer had been answered. My brother and I woke up the next morning and looked in the hallway to see if we were going to fly and obviously we didn't. You already know. This was one of my many childhood moments that were meaningful to me because even though I watched X-men through a television screen, after the movie was over. Down the stairs in the living room would be where I watched power rangers with my little brother. I remember wanting to be the pink ranger so bad and I remember having a crush on the red ranger. The kitchen was where I would act like I was on a Broadway stage. My natural hair would be as big as a bush. Rocking my head back and forth, allowing my hair to move on it's own. I would grab a broom as yellow as a canary and hold it to my mouth like I was singing. "All aboard!" I said. My brother and I put our stuff animals on his bunk bed and acted like they were going on a trip. My dolls would be on the bottom bunk of the bed, stuffed together like a pack of sardines. His action figures were a random cluster of different action figures. From Spiderman to the red ranger. The kitchen was a place in my house where we would all bond mostly over doughnuts. The doughnuts were so delicious looking and sweet to the tongue. I remember my father brought home Kripsy Crème Donuts because he worked there. My brother and I would eat so many. The glazed on the doughnut reminded me of how sweet it was to be in that house. That house was meaningful to me because I've spent so many years building memories in that house.
About Me & Plan for My Blog
Hi. My name is Jamie Gregory. I go to the University of Cincinnati. I'm a senior and I'm 23 years old. I like to act and go to the gym. The things I do in my free time would be reading and watching television. I've been living in Cincinnati for about 21 years now, but I plan to move to Los Angeles after I graduate. Journalism wasn't my first choice. I initially enrolled in UC to be a veterinarian technician, but I found out it wasn't something I wanted to do for the rest of my life. So then I changed my major to Communication, but then decided I wanted to go into journalism. After I got accepted, I transferred to the University of Cincinnati. I like journalism a lot and I want to do the broadcast part of it. Now I'm a journalism major with a minor in Communication. I also love writing so I'm building up my skills so when I get to experience the broadcast part of it, I'll be able to do both writing and reporting on camera. My plan for my blog is to document my experience with traveling. Since I haven't had a trip out of state since 2010, I'm going to talk about local places, which will be fun. I want to talk about the Freedom Center, Northside, and OTR.