Teh Chick Gamer

    Here is where I will be posting rants, short essays, and simple postings about things that I think are worthy of mention. Some of what I post here will indeed be featured on the home page as well. Hope you enjoy reading. :) And, as always...sign the guest book here.

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-Teh Chick Gamer

Abigail

 
     Hello there. So, in Myspace's desperate attempt to continue to beat out Facebook, they did a completely original and unexpected thing. They copied them! Myspace has now added applications. Not only are they extremely similar to Facebook's, they are Facebook's. They are, quite literally, copied.

   This just goes to show, that not unlike McDonald's, Myspace should require a high school diploma.

       As you probably know, I'm an observant person, and lately, I've been observing quite a bit. I've lived in the North my entire life, weather it be in the Midwest or on the west coast. Here, if I see a middle class young girl pregnant it shocks me, and I'm filled with pity. (Young being high school aged.) However, if I were to go to the south and see this, not only would I see this more often, I would also be expected to be not surprised. I currently personally know 3 girls who are sophomores in high school who are expecting, all of them from the south. (Texas, Arkansas, Georgia ) These people are good people, with the kindest hearts and the best intentions. They are not drug users, nor alcohol users, and did everything that is expected of a pregnant woman to do during the pregnancy. Never the less, at 15, 16, 17..even 18, you can not possibly have an income, even split, to support and entire family. Not with out proper schooling, and if you are a college graduate at 16, than I applaud you. Honestly, I think an environment filled with drug users, and abuser would be just about as harmful as a child being raised by an adolescent. Because when you're 15 and having a baby, you're not parenting..you're baby sitting. Imagine if you lived your first 8 years or so of your live feeling like you had the next door neighbor girl scout for a mother...?

    Most of these girls are doing well in school, and have well balanced lives. The average teenager, from the outside. On the inside? The average 3 month old infant. When news of the pregnancy comes along, no one seems to be too upset or surprised, merely suggesting marriage as a solution to all of this. Now not only is this teenage girl bound to an infant she is mentally and physically unable to care for, she is also bound to a man in which she may not be completely in love with. I can honestly tell you if your 15 and claiming your ready to marry someone, you're insane. 15 is the average age of a high school freshmen. The idea of merely committing to a class project when I was 15 scared me half to death, much less a human being for the rest of my life.

   It may have been different in the past, per say the until the 1950's, however now, as a country, we have the means to allow a young person to live there life, further their education, and settle down when they are ready. These young girls have yet to experience was truly being a teenager is. Many of them never getting to celebrate their 18th birthday with out worrying about the baby on board. However, after the baby is born, they don't seem to give up their social life. Taking the baby places with friends, staying out late with the child, partying the same they always did, expect attached at the hip with an 18 week old child, or leaving it at a sitter's house, someone the infant isn't used to as opposed to it's connection and bond to it's mother.

    Even as an infant, a parental split is difficult. Maybe not emotionally, but certainly physically. Being tossed around to once house to another, a new environment every weekend, new routines, different parenting styles, and probably being witness to a lot of fighting can most certainly not be healthy. 

    In a different direction, in the north west, there is a much more out reaching hand to pregnant teen mothers. Programs like "Planned Parenthood." and "WIC"  Programs that inform young women about the dangers of unprotected sex and teen pregnancy, but who also will be there to lend a helping hand if needed. In other regions, it's merely expected of a young girl to be able to support herself and her child if in an instance she is to get pregnant. That doesn't mean she is any better trained, or well prepared than a girl from this side of the country. 

   This only goes to show, that parts of the south are still living in an older world, where as young women in the north are better educated and cared for on the subject of teen pregnancy and parenthood. In the world we live in today, a 14 year old girl is not meant nor built to raise an infant. I am not one to judge, merely to observe.

    The only place I stand in on in this matter is love. I want what is best for the mother, and the child. And as I have made it clear, having a child at such a young age is most certainly not the ideal situation.

-Abigail DHW Vernon

    I'm not entirely sure if this bugs anyone but me, however, over the past years that I've been gaming I've noticed something recently. Ever sense the release of Halo. I'll talk to people,. the subject of video gaming will come up and even the most Video Game-tarded person can tell me what it is. I could talk to a 5 year old parade princess and she'd tell me that she was down with the Spartans.

   What else do I see? It being a fashion statment. Kids wearing Halo 3 beanies, the pins on their back packs, and messenger bags, T-shirts, Wrist Bands, Sweat shirts...The list goes on and on. Sure, I play Halo. I enjoy it. I think It's a GOOD GAME. I don't wear it however, and most certainly not like it's going out of style. 

   These people tell me video games are their life because they play Halo for two hours every night on xbox live. No. Video games become your life when they become a passion, not a hobby. When you have trouble picking your 5 favorite games because you've played so many fantastic ones. When you make jokes like "The cake is a lie!!ioneone!!11" and no one else understands. When you brag about your boyfriend working for a great video game design company.

     Stop claiming your NBA status when you're still Semi-Pro. Seriously, these kids think that I should be intimidated by there mad "Halo" skills, where as If I told them I could kick their ass in 1942, and BF2 but probably not 2142, they'd look at me like I had Leporasy.

   Also, when they first claim "Yeah I'm SO amazing on Xbox Live." Oh really? I'll ask their gamer score, and they'll respond with "Uh..I don't really know I only play at my friends house on his account." You'd think if they were so hard core they'd at least have their on XBL account.

   In the end it just comes down to me hating it when people run their mouthes. If you can't back your shit up...SHUT UP. I'm not going to just accpect the fact that you game, if I'm so interested in it I'm obviously going to inquire about your gaming, considering it's a topic I enjoy. (Note the purpose of this website.) I suppose I'm just whining again. It's what I'm good at.

Teh Chick Gamer-

Abigail
 

         I sit, basking in the overcast light pouring through my window. Music plays in the background, merely static in the night's end. I ask myself "Who am I?", and am presented with no answer. I'm lost and confused with out any conclusive evidence, and I'm okay with that.
    I've lived my life playing things by how I feel fit. I'm the most selfish person I know, and I don't even know myself. I want to be so many things, yet so few at once. An intricate play on words in my very own novel is who I sieze to be. I want to make a difference, I want to be someone whom others look up to. I'd like to be talented. I'd like someone other than my mother to be proud of me.

    I do things that contrast who I'd like to be. I call myself a driven person, but am I? As a whole, are we? The human race, we're all so lazy. All we want is within ourselves, our own selfish concerns, tastes, dislikes, likes...And I'm no different. I'm in love with a man, and I'd like to think he feels the same- however, I know that in the end neither of us mean anything to the other. We're a phase in each other's lives, an input of the lightest shade of energy we can muster from the darkest, most unused corner of our souls. I'm forced to believe this because, the other, the more confident of us- him, chooses this as our fate. I let myself go on with this merely because a minute of time in his life is better than nothing at all. I'll whiten my nuckles and grip for my life on this short lived roller coaster I believe is his love. I do not know.

    I hear my own voice inside my head, weak, unfulfilled, scared and sought-over. Though not relavant to what other's hear, am I losing my grip on what I'm supposed to know most, best, inside and out...: Myself. 

   I look at a childhood friend, her blue eyes gleaming into my soul, she, she has seen who I am. What i've gone through. She has seen more than him. She looks at me, always the most innocent of guided glances and says "it's going to rain today."  She is so sure. I envy this.

-Abigail DHW Vernon