I'm Serious. I'm Kidding.

I don't like to admit my flaws, so it was a big milestone the day I tweeted about the only flaw I've ever had: For those of you who knew, and even those of you who are just finding out right now that I have a flaw, I have some more news for you…I have another flaw. WHAT?! Chandra! NO! I know, shocking, but true... Here it is...... I'm really bad at relationships. This includes all relationships; parent/child, friend/friend, boyfriend/girlfriend, dog/owner. I know, you're probably still shocked, but it's still true.  I was probably equally as shocked when I found out myself. I've recently become aware of this flaw all on my own. Over the last couple years I have become very self-aware. Well not very. My self-awareness comes in brief, random spurts, like at 3 AM on a Tuesday morning when I'm finishing off the last beer of my Miller Lite 12 pack while watching my own YouTube videos, or at 2 PM on a Sunday while I'm sitting in standstill t...

Stop Kony 2012.  This is not a post about Kony 2012, I'm not going to talk about Kony 2012, but check out what Kony 2012 is and who Joseph Kony is. Oh, and Kony 2012. In the past 10 years I have purposely turned my TV to CNN four times; Michael Jackson's funeral, during the earthquake in Haiti, when bin Laden was killed, and Whitney Houston's funeral. To me, watching the news is boring at times and almost always overwhelming. It seems you can never fully "catch up" on a story without quitting your job to watch what develops 24/7. And even if you do that, in due time your electric and cable will be shut off because you don't have the income to pay for it since you quit your job. It's a moot point (or if you are a Friends fan- it's a "moo point because nobody cares about a cow's opinion...it's moo.") It seems as each day goes by and each minute I am one minute closer to my death, I mature a millimeter.  With that millimeter my intere...

When I started my very popular (over 50 views and thriving) "Things that Concern Me” blog posts a long 3 months ago I went in blind, not knowing what would concern me each month, except for March. In January, I made a note in my MemoPad on my Blackberry (yes Blackberry - two more months people). I typed “Things that Concern Me in March – Selena.” Every once in a while, up until last night, I would become hesitant to write this post merely due to  1) I know my closest friends are going to think this post is well past the line of my  self-diagnosed, yet obvious addictive personality and I don't deal with critiscism from them too well  2) this wasn't going to be a particularly funny post   3) the fact those close to me, and even those not so close have had Selena shoved down their throats by me since I was 12. I know that last thing those people want is to read more stuff about Selena.  And the last thing I want to hear is "Oh there she goe...

Turns out that I can be deep at times.  I wasn't just tweeting minute by minute during the Oscars tonight.  I was also having a deep, meaningful, and insightful text conversation about me starting my workout regimen. Here is a quick glimpse:  The conversation had to end once the French came into the conversation.  It's one thing to have them abundantly involved in my metaphysical (am I using that word right? No?) life, but in my personal real life as well?   In closing, I hope this shows I'm not just this superficial girl that only cares about pop culture and celebrities, I also care about maybe starting to go to the gym and work out.

I’ve shied away from quoting Sarah Silverman to people, I quote Amy Schumer now...to people who have never even heard her jokes or of her. Okay, okay I may have exaggerated; I could NEVER shy away from quoting a Sarah Silverman joke. “He needs to learn to love himself, before I can stop hating his people.” Why would I quote Amy Schumer to someone who is completely oblivious to her existence on planet earth, you ask? Because she deserves to be known, she’s a funny chick. I enjoy spreading the word of laughter. I’d like to think of myself as a disciple of comedy. (Not Judas, nor Peter). So here I am today to list some of the funny females in my life right now. Some are more well known than others, but each of them need to be even better known. Why is this list composed of only girls you ask? Well maybe it’s because I’m jealous that they are so funny and I want to be a funny comedian girl like they all are, whether it be on the internet, TV, or standup. The problem with th...

I keep my opinions and beliefs about the big things pretty private. For example, there are few that can tell you my stance on abortion, politics, organized religion and stem cell research. A main reason is, my opinions teeter from yay to nay on the daily basis. It depends on my mood, the situation and if it's sunny or cloudy out. I'm still not at that maturity level of an adult, to have solid decisions on certain topics. For the past 3 years, many people have expressed their feelings on Chris Brown, I, secretly, being one of them. While my public proclamations about him have been extremly non-controversial, I have shot out a comical tweet every once and a while. I have even joined in some real life conversations about this guy (can't call him a man). Chris Brown has made it known to his almost 800,000 followers (I do not follow him, and never intend to, but I do glance at his Twitter page every now and again) and the world how he feels about "the haters." Long...

The internet. The bloody brilliant internet.  It is a genius way to make friends with complete strangers, some who are completely cooler than everyone in your entire social circle since kindergarten. Recently I have found out that true friendships really can happen on this information super highway. Four days ago I received an email from YouTube that someone named ‘chickenwingsaregood’ commented on one of my videos. I think he (I’m assuming it’s a black guy, I don’t know why) was so mesmerized and in such an emotional overload, that he would type exactly what came to his mind and then 20 seconds later realize he forgot to include something.   From the time I read his very first comment we began, what I can only describe as a dream friendship. I feel like he gets me and I get him right back. I have to thank the internet for documenting the beginning of this life long lasting friendship. Lucky for all of you the internet documents every little thing that...