tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45517858395804789512024-03-13T12:18:32.444-07:00Just A Face In the CrowdEnlighteningTaleBrethrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393633320791199296noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4551785839580478951.post-13125766239529697352018-12-09T07:15:00.003-08:002018-12-09T07:15:56.430-08:00The Real Person Known as "EnlighteningTaleBrethren"Hey guys, long time no post! Sorry for the indefinite hiatus, but I've had a lot of stuff going on over the past couple of years. Normally I know I do ranting posts more than anything else, but I thought it might be kind of fun to give you some insight into who the real person behind this blog is.<br />
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So hi, hello. Officially, my full name is Delores, and no one is allowed to call me by it. Not even my parents. I've went by "Del" since 7th grade, give or take. I was born October 21st, 1996. Sometimes I wish I had waited 11 more days to be born, because Halloween is my favorite day of the year. I'm not exactly sure how to do all of this. If I should break the facts up into a list, or simply just list it all in a paragraph. I guess the list would look a little more organized, but organization never was one of my strong suits.<br />
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2) <i>I have some odd pastimes- </i>One of my favorite things to do is to read negative reviews on TripAdvisor about places that I'll probably never visit. Now, you might assume this means that I enjoy excessive negativity, but honestly, I just think it's funny to read about rich people complaining about 5 star resorts that would take me over a year to be able to afford.<br />
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3) <i>I love to sing- </i>Some of you know this. I sing all the time. Especially when I'm drunk. But whether I'm sober or intoxicated, I can't go a day without music. I remember I got grounded a lot when I was 17 (about 10 months total that year,) and I wasn't supposed to be listening to music. Mind you, I still found a way, but it was miserable when I couldn't listen to music. Music is my life. One thing I greatly miss right now is being on the Worship Team at my church. At least I still have a couple of videos of us on that stage.<br />
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4) <i>I love to write- </i>I've had a talent for writing since the early years. I remember when I was a little kid, (before I learned the alphabet,) I used to make up my own stories. They were always composed of random doodles, but they were stories. I also write fanfiction. Or I guess I should say that I <i>used </i>to write fanfiction. I haven't updated my stories in a couple of years, but I used to write pretty often. Sometimes I still write poetry, but not very often anymore. Some of my biggest accomplishments in writing:<br />
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A) In fourth grade, we had this state writing contest. The prompt was, "If you could wrap up anything in the world, what would you wrap up, and why?" My answer was pollution. This is actually one of my favorite stories to tell. We also had to take a piece of wrapping paper, and decorate it to fit with our answer. Well, I hadn't planned on entering this contest. So I wrote the essay, but I didn't touch the wrapping paper. The final day for all of this to be submitted approaches, and it's the last hour of the school day. My teacher asks for my wrapping paper, and I tell her that I hadn't done it. So she let me walk over to my house during class (I lived right across from the school,) to get my wrapping paper. Then she helped me glue random trash to the paper. I was one of three (or maybe it was five) finalists from the entire state. We all went to Silverton, Colorado. I didn't win, but I felt so accomplished. I also used to get in trouble for writing stories during class instead of doing my work.<br />
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B) Two of my stories gained a fair amount of popularity on fanfiction.net. The first one, ranked number 9 out of 191 stories in its category. It's since dropped to number 14 because I finished the story, but I was so proud of myself. The second one, I'm not quite sure where it ended up ranking, but it does have 132 follows, so I guess that's pretty good.<br />
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C) When I was 18, I joined a poetry site called poetrysoup. That year, I ended up being on the "Best New Poets"list. I'd say not too shabby for not even being on that site more than 3 or 4 months at that point.<br />
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5) <i>I wanted to be a cheerleader- </i>I have always had a love for cheerleading. One of my absolute favorite movies is <i>Bring It On</i>, and I've seen it so much that I can quote more than half of the movie. I've actually seen all 6 movies in the franchise, but the first one will always be my favorite. I got in trouble in kindergarten for singing the opening cheer in the movie. Not that I knew that it naughty back then. I also used to always wear these silly little cheerleader outfits. I was a cheerleader both in 7th grade and 9th grade... but not a very good one. I've never been much of a dancer, so I didn't last very long on the team.<br />
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6) <i>My favorite colors- </i>My three favorite colors are red, black, and gold. Some of you will argue that black is not an actual color, but you can just stuff it.<br />
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7) <i>I <strike>volunteer</strike>- </i>Well, I did volunteer anyway. I used to volunteer at a thrift store when I was a teenager, and then for the last year, I was volunteering at an after school program called Kid's Time and at a food bank, until something bad happened. I miss it a lot. It was so rewarding, and I made some really great friends there! I encourage you all to give volunteering a try. There's just something about the feeling you get.. of knowing you're making a difference in someone else's life that can't be beat.<br />
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8) <i>I hate being cold- </i>If there is one thing I hate above all, it's being cold. I'd rather go a week without food than be cold. And because I'm 107 pounds and have virtually no body fat, I'm constantly cold. Hence why you'll often see me in a coat or sweatshirt.<br />
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So yeah... that's me! Hopefully this gave you a better insight into who I am. I don't even think anyone is ever going to read it, but in the event someone does, I hope you found it kind of interesting to see some of my quirky behaviors. People are always telling me I'm weird, and I know I'm weird. I'm proud to be a weird duck.EnlighteningTaleBrethrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393633320791199296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4551785839580478951.post-56356973936609039792016-08-21T16:47:00.001-07:002016-08-21T16:47:41.743-07:00Last Day of Summer, First Day of My New Beginning.Hey guys! Cliche title aside, it really is my last day of summer. Tomorrow, I finally begin my transition into Colorado Mesa University where I will at last be a part of the "mavily." I can't express how nervous I am about finally beginning the next phase of my life. Today feels... almost nostalgic I guess. I mean, it's my last day of summer as a technical "kid." And true, it's not actually the last day of summer, but I've always considered the day before school starts as such, and probably always will.<br />
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I can say that I am excited to see what college can teach me about myself and the major I am working towards. I also look forward to social experiences and being in a place where people are a little more adult. I must admit, however, that I'm not betting too much on the maturity simply for the fact that I know adults who act less mature than me.<br />
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My dad keeps telling me that college is going to be a lot more work than high school was, and I sincerely hope that isn't the case. High school wasn't impossible and I even graduated with a 3.8, but that doesn't mean it was cake either. I had to invest <b>a lot </b>of work into my homework and projects, as well as studying. That didn't leave me with a lot of social time.<br />
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I don't regret the actions I took to get to where I am now because hey, I earned my grades. I lettered for my second year in academics. I graduated high school. Those were my three goals for my senior year (aside from getting accepted into college). And I can happily say that I completed them and learned that even though I often feel dumb, I actually am a little smart.<br />
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Another aspect of college that worries me is, of course, the cost of attending because let's be real here, college isn't cheap. I actually had a nightmare the other night about literally drowning in my debt. But I know that I'm not alone in that concern, and that comforts me a little bit.<br />
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The leader at my orientation told us that only about 66% of people graduate college. I know that's a little over half, but I also know that no matter what sacrifices I have to make or how overwhelmed I'll feel at times, I'm going to be included in that statistic. So dear me, somehow, someway, you're going to make it. You survived 8th grade, and you can sure as heck survive college.<br />
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I just try to picture walking across a stage for my second time in a row. I imagine the giant grin I'll have on my face when it happens, and I think it'll be bigger than the Christmas I got UGG boots. So maybe no one reads my posts anymore, and that's okay. I haven't exactly posted on here for a while.<br />
I made this post to look back on when I feel like I'm overwhelmed or days when I doubt myself and my capabilities.<br />
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So in the wise words of Eleanor Roosevelt, "No one can make you feel inferior without your consent." College is going to be hard at times (especially math,) but I am going to show my family, my peers, and myself that I <b>do </b>have what it takes to graduate. It's not going to be easy, there <i>will </i>be sacrifices involved, but in the end, the pride I'll feel will make up for it.<br />
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And of course, congratulations to all my fellow 2016 grads, and to all of those who are going to begin their college career tomorrow, or whenever you start, I salute you! Somehow we're going to walk across that stage (together in spirit,) and know that we did it.<br />
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Until next time, this is your now freshman college girl signing off. Stay strong.<br />
-EnlighteningTaleBrethren.EnlighteningTaleBrethrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393633320791199296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4551785839580478951.post-75842773678220374402015-11-21T11:55:00.004-08:002015-11-21T11:55:55.371-08:00Back From a Temporary Hiatus!Hey guys, Del here. I'm sorry for the break from blogger (not that anyone actually cares!) I had this blog on a student email that was deleted due to transferring schools, so I could not access this blog. But all is well and I have successfully taken over again! So prepare for another year of shenanigans starring little ole me! I love you,<br />
-EnlighteningTaleBrethren.EnlighteningTaleBrethrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393633320791199296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4551785839580478951.post-57076974965091072412014-09-17T08:30:00.001-07:002014-10-17T09:14:40.617-07:00Junior Year... Yikes!<div dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-702b7744-843e-817d-0fde-02743c614f09" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Excuse me? You have no right to dictate whether I “look like the type to study.” It shouldn’t matter to you whether I do or do not study, as long as I am not failing your class. That comment was out of line, and you have the audacity to presume you know me? Bad idea bud.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Ah, drama. God, I love drama, and rumors. I learn so much about myself that I never even knew! If I thought drama in last year was bad, I must’ve been delusional. The drama is even more intensified here, and people are even more attention-seeking than you can even imagine.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">However, I dislike it when people pull me into their drama, or they start bashing on that person in front of me. Especially if I’m friends with the person they’re bashing on. Most of the people here have the sophistication of a three year old. They whine, run through the halls, and yell. It’s the highlight of my life.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">People here seem to think it’s an awesome idea to rant to me whenever they feel like it. Normally I don’t mind, but if I have not even had my morning cup of coffee yet, leave me be. There is a time and place to vent, and it is not the minute I enter the school. So for the sake of both of our happiness, leave me alone until I am at least somewhat functioning.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">High School is rough, plain and simple; But some of the teachers here grade so unfairly, and I don’t understand it. For instance, in my American History class we had to take a Scranton test. There were 50 questions on it, and I only missed 7. Please explain to me how that automatically gives me a C?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Or, in my Chemistry class. We took another test recently, and I got 45/ 50 on it. But somehow that dropped my grade down to a D. Holy tits, how am I already at a D? I’ve turned in ALL the homework, I’ve done the tests, and I haven’t missed a single day. I fail to see how that impacted my grade so much. It’s crazy.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Another problem I see with my classes, is that most of them aren’t challenging enough for me. Give or take, I do struggle with a two classes, specifically math and chemistry. But the rest of my classes? I’m constantly bored with them because I’ve already A) learned the material, or B) I find the material too easy to understand. I mean, comprehending things is never a bad thing… Still, I would like a challenge.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">However, this school is not all bad. There are a couple decent aspects of going to a larger school. For one thing, I have more friends, even if most of them are seniors and I’ll be very sad when they graduate. Don’t leave me!</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Another awesome thing is I now get to sleep in till 6:30 a.m. instead of waking up at 6:00. That additional 30 minutes might not seem like a big deal to you, but to me, even an extra minute of sleep is amazing. School here doesn’t start until 8:25, so I don’t have to worry about being late to school. So, keep reading, because the updates are only going to get better.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Most of you won't know who these people are, and that's absolutely fine. But, since I just recently won an award at school for the blogger of the year the other night, I'm in a particularly good mood. So, without further adieu, here we go! <b>(By the way, this list is not in any particular order, so please don't think that just because you're not number one, that you're below anyone else!)</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This was actually a pretty hard decision to make, for the simple fact that I have a few people with a bomb-tastic taste in music. But, for the most part, I picked someone who I can get in lively debates over the best albums of the 70's from. So… drum roll please….</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The Best Music Taste Award goes to… Mr. Shima! (Sorry, I don't think it's a good idea to include full names for the simple fact that it's a violation of privacy.) Mr. Shima has an amazing taste in music, even if I do give him grief over the type of music he plays during class sometimes. He does, however, listen to amazing bands such as the Beatles, the Steve Miller Band, and even more modern stuff such as Macklemore. So, Mr. Shima, here's to a great year!</span><br />
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This is the first time I've done awards, so try not to punch me, please. I'm trying, I really am. I give major applause to my teachers, because giving awards to people has never been in my job description. These are people who dress super fly. Here's to you, for exerting so much swag.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">No, this is not an award for the most Butterfingers consumed, because if that was the case, I would be giving myself this award. The Butterfinger Award is the award for the most clumsy person who is constantly dropping things...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Therefore, a butterfinger. <b>Mrs. Wolters</b>, this one is for you. You are forever dropping things, and it's pretty amusing to watch. You certainly make my days with your clumsiness. Thank you for taking one for the team, and always dropping my papers.</span><br />
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This award goes to people who are always there for their friends, no matter what. Even when they want to throw a brick at that person's face, they still manage to be there for their friends, and they always stick together. We'll start with the most likely candidates, <b>Hasten, Grant, and Eli. </b>I don't know you well enough to say a lot of fancy words, but you all seem like really good friends to each other, so, cheers!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Lexus; </b>Lexus, you are by far one of my favorite people. I mean, we've known each other for about 13 years now, and I couldn't ask for a better friend. You're caring, sweet, and you listen to me rant... All the time. I trust you with my life, and I would never trade you... Except for maybe ice cream. Sorry, not sorry.<b> </b></span><br />
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<b>Haley; </b>For a really long time, I wasn't too sure about you. I heard awful rumors about you, and I was like... Uh, do I really want to approach this person? But, I'm so glad I did! You're so funny, even if you're a terrible influence on me! I mean, I have never left a class early before.. Gosh, for such a rebel, I sure am a loser. I adore the fact that you breathe, and I'm really going to miss you. Thank you for not only listening to my yammering, but also giving me advice.</span><br />
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<b> Gillian; </b>We haven't really been friends for all that long... Or maybe we have, but I just don't keep track of anything... I love that you are there for me whenever I need to talk to someone, especially about all the people that piss me off on a daily basis. Plus, you're amazing, and I am glad to call you my friend.</span><br />
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<b>Del; </b>Usually, you're not supposed to nominate yourself for an award. But, technically I didn't nominate myself because my friends nominated me for this award. Love you guys too. Ok, so <b>The Homer Simpson Award </b>goes out to someone who has had the most "duh" moments during class.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner! Ha. I feel like they're just politely telling me that I'm stupid, or ditzy. Whatever tickles your peach. I mean, we're talking to someone who accidentally turned on the sink in science my freshmen year, and then tried to turn on the burner to turn off the faucet. Yep, I'm special.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Snickers.. One of the most delightful candies ever created... Now I'm hungry. However, the Snickers Award does not related to the candy at all; Instead, it is given to a person, or in this case, people who have a good sense of humor, or a contagious laugh.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Trevor: </b>Sure, I hate your laugh at times. In fact, I probably give you more dirty looks than anyone else in the class. But, your laugh isn't all that bad, I suppose.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Mr. Siefken: </b>You were my favorite teacher 9th grade year. You actually made science class bearable, which I didn't think was possible because I hate science. Always have, probably always will. But, you always told jokes and had a good, easy sense of humor, which I like. I can joke with you, and for the most part you don't freak out on me because of it.</span><br />
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<b>Ella: </b>I couldn't really think of anything more creative than this. But, I think it's so freaking awesome that you're learning Japanese, and that you're pretty fluent in it. I wish I had the capability to do something like that, but at present, I'm too lazy to even make myself dinner, so we probably shouldn't get our hopes up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Metkanoon: </b>I'm a little too lazy to even add words to the lazy award... Maybe I should be the one receiving it instead. I think this award is pretty self-explanatory, but because it is now the last day of school and I'm feeling sentimental, I will.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The lazy award goes out to a person who is, by all means, lazy. Now, Metkanoon can be the most motivated person I know... But that's not too often. I mean, just yesterday I helped her clean her locker. As in, I sprayed it with Windex and helped clean it off. Maybe that was a bad example... I can think of many more examples, but it's too early in the morning for this.</span><br />
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<b>Taylor Hartlein: </b>I really don't know you very well, and I'm giving you this award because someone else nominated you for it. Apparently you drink a lot of coffee. Props to you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This award goes to a student who is most likely to be rolling through the door when the bell rings.<b> </b>Shout out to </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Adam</b>, for receiving this award. Again, you were nominated, because I can think of other students who might receive this award, but that's too long of a list for me to type.</span><br />
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<b>Wendy: </b>So, at first, I was told it would be funny to give someone a "Funky-smelling Award", but I thought that would be a tad too harsh. So, we went with the nicer choice, which is the Best Smelling Award. For some reason, no matter what, you always smell good;</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I feel really creepy giving this award, because it sort of makes it appear that I walk around sniffing people whenever, and that out of all the people in the school, you just smelled the best. God, this is getting creepier as I continue. I'm shutting up now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This award certainly sounds fancy, but it's not. I mean Rolex? That sounds like a fancy watch, which it is. Can you guess what the Rolex award is? No? Well, I did just hint that the award has something to do with watches…. Still stuck?</span></div>
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No, this award does not go out to the lunch ladies, although they should get their own! The Lunch Lady Award is given to a student who is always excited about lunch. <b>Chris I</b>, I'd say this award fits you pretty well. B<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 32px;">on appétit!</span></span><br />
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<b>Josh</b>, I don't really know you, at all. But, you're really freaking smart, and that's kind of what this award is for... It's more for being a genius in science, which I would say is a fair observation.</span><br />
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<b>Chris B</b>, One word I would use to describe you would most definitely be smart, or a thinker.</span><br />
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<b>Enrique</b>, I don't know you all that well, but I know that you like soccer, and you're really good at it, from what I've seen.</span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4551785839580478951.post-38317407369657489832014-05-22T16:00:00.003-07:002014-05-23T07:06:57.950-07:00Amanda Todd and Cyberbullying<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 1.65; white-space: pre-wrap;">This is a rather late thing to rant about, but I'm in a "screw the entire human race" kind of mood, so here we go. Brace yourselves for the anger that awaits in this post.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The end of this story is Amanda Todd committed suicide. All because people couldn't let go of the mistakes she made, and they treated her like dirt. They told her she needed to go die, that she was nasty, things like that; I find that absolutely disgusting. It must be nice, to be so perfect that you get to judge other people on the choices they have made. Find me one person on this planet who has never made a single mistake in their lives.</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Do I even need to begin to talk about what's wrong with these comments? For Christ's sake! She's DEAD. Just leave the poor girl alone and move on with your lives. She was bullied enough during her lifetime, she doesn't need it in death too; Yes, she made some mistakes, but that doesn't give anyone the right to tell her that she deserved it. She was young, she messed up. We all do it.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But, Amanda Todd is just one example out of millions of people. Does anyone else see the problem with all of this? It's like the founder of Ask.fm, Mark Terebin said after 9 suicides because of cyber bullying on his website:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Mass media is knocking on wrong door. It is necessary to go deeper and to find the root of a problem. It's not about the site, the problem is about education, about moral values that were devaluated lately. Ask.fm is just a tool which helps people to communicate with each other, same as any other social network. Same as a phone, same as a piece of paper and a pen. Don't blame a tool, but try to make changes… start with yourself… be more polite, more kind, more tolerant of others… cultivate these values in families, in schools.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Suicide is not something to encourage via mass media. The more you promote suicide, the more it happens. Do you think mass media care? They want scandals, they want sensations, and finally, they want money. Sorry, but we do not want to participate in it. What happened is a true tragedy, and we give our deepest condolences to the victim's family and relatives."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I feel bad, because Amanda Todd is getting all this attention (which she does rightfully deserve), but what about the millions of other people who commit suicide in the world that don't have Facebook support groups and all the media attention? Suicide is a sad thing, and everyone who has done it deserves to be recognized, at the very least. I suppose the point of this point is to honestly point out that words can have the most severe consequences, so think before you post, please.</span></div>
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Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4551785839580478951.post-18564930787116430702014-05-19T07:46:00.002-07:002014-05-22T16:35:44.660-07:0010 Celebrities Who Officially Conquered PubertyPuberty… It either makes you a hot god, or a potato. It all depends on your genetics. Puberty sucks enough as it is, with all the awkward changes and raging hormones… But, here are 10 celebrities who officially became hot gods.<br />
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<b>10) Dakota Fanning</b><br />
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There was Dakota Fanning as a young child, and now look at her...<br />
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Yeah… Hello Hermoine… Or Ms. Emma Watson. Can we say hello to an amazing transformation.<br />
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Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4551785839580478951.post-59144589685130826332014-05-19T07:15:00.003-07:002014-05-22T16:36:07.879-07:00Attention-Seeking 101If there is one thing I cannot stand, it is people who do things purely for attention. Need more specifics? I'm talking about those annoying people who cannot stand the fact that they're not in the limelight for like, 2 seconds.<br />
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I firmly believe in the power of words, but occasionally things do slip out of my mouth that I wish I had never said. However, if I give you a sincere compliment on anything about yourself, whether it be the color of your eyes, or the shoes you're wearing, accept the freaking compliment. I hate when I tell someone I think they're beautiful, and they <b>won't accept it.</b> This isn't really attention seeking, but it's pretty annoying. Or my favorite part is this:<br />
Me: You're really pretty!<br />
Them: Oh, no, no I'm the ugliest person in the entire world.<br />
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Well, what did you honestly expect? If you're not going to accept my compliment and you're going to keep denying it, I'll just tell you what you think. I'm not going to sugarcoat it and continue to tell you that you're beautiful if you're just going to keep dodging my compliments. I don't roll that way.<br />
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1) I have had two different girls in my school tell me that they have cancer, and I asked why they weren't going through chemotherapy, and they both said that they didn't want to endure the hassle of going through it.<br />
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Now, I've never had cancer of any form, so I can't even imagine what it must be like to go through it. But, I do know that if it were me, I would want to at least <i>try </i>to beat the cancer. So what if my hair falls out? If it meant that I was living and I had a fighting chance, I would endure the battle. And my favorite part? Neither of them appear to be getting sicker. If you had cancer, you would be sick, a lot. Both these girls told me about their 'cancer' a long time ago; One was in 7th grade (four years ago), the other was in 9th grade, or two years ago. They both seem to be in perfect health, which does not seem to be a likely factor of cancer.<br />
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Now, rape is a very serious topic, even if you never had to endure it. It is a very personal topic, and since I personally went through it, I always try to lend a helping hand to those who had to deal with the torture it causes, because it is a very serious topic. However, I don't pressure. Sorry, that's sort of besides the point.<br />
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I have had three friends, each who were at one point very close to me tell me that they were raped. So, I listened to their stories, I offered my support, and I tried to help them deal with it. Only problem? It. Never. Happened.<br />
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We'll start with case number one, by my ex-best friend who we will call 'Jane'. Now, Jane and I have had a very rough friendship, which is why we're no longer friends. Infact, the real reason we were ever friends in the first place was due to a truce, after she literally made my life a living hell.<br />
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I remember this was a guy (Yes, I can hear you already internally groaning), that we both liked. Give or take, she had known him longer, but he asked <b>me </b>out. We broke up shortly afterwards, and one day, she comes up to me and tells me plain and simple that the guy raped her. Well, of course I'm going to freak out. I mean, my ex-boyfriend just raped my at the time best friend, so of course I was going to go confront him and demand to know what the freaking heck was wrong with him.<br />
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But, she begged me not to, so I respected her wishes and I kept my mouth shut. He showed up later that day and wanted to know why she was going around telling everyone that he raped her, when he didn't.<br />
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I go on tumblr quite frequently, and I see so many pictures of people romanticizing suicide, depression, anorexia, etc... It offends me, it angers me, and it makes me want to show people what the consequences of it are. So, let's begin, shall we?<br />
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Let's start with a topic that I am very familiar with, <b>cutting</b>; The world appears to be in this dream stage that cutting will make them cute, quirky, popular, and make people want to come up to them to kiss their scars. Well, here's Enlightening Tale Brethren here to ruin that fantasy for all of you.<br />
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You want to know what REALLY happens when people cut? For one, they have to live with the fact that they're depressed enough to cut, they get addicted, and they have to fight every single day to make it through. I know this from personal experience. Want to know what else happens? People judge you. They will judge you every time they see your scars. They're not going to approach you and think "Oh, she cuts, she's broken; Let's befriend her!" Ha, if that was the case, I would be extremely popular.<br />
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There is not a single thing that is cute about cutting. Not a single freaking one. (My computer teacher should be proud of me, because I am refraining so much right now to not cuss). When you scar your flesh and people notice, some might care enough to help you, but for the most part, they're going to think "Oh wow! She cuts. She's clearly insane, let's avoid her at all costs."<br />
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Depression comes in many different dosages, and it doesn't discriminate. Anyone can become depressed. Please explain to me what seems lavish and exciting about struggling to get out of bed every single morning, to paste a smile on your face, and fight to not off yourself during the day. I'd love to hear their outlook on all of this, because I've been depressed, and let me tell you, it's no walk in the park.<br />
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You have to fight it for the rest of your life, and it never really goes away. You have to <i>fight</i> every single day, to stay alive, and to not give in to the temptation of eternal rest. It affects your daily life, your personal life, all aspects of it, really. It's not a romantic thing that has a happy, fairy tale ending, because for the most part, it sucks. To put it bluntly, it's one of the worst feelings in the world.<br />
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I have seen more posts romanticizing suicide than any other form of mental disease. Let's get one thing straight, suicide has consequences, and it has no positive outcome. When you kill yourself, you also kill the ones around you. You hurt others by doing it.<br />
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But, please don't take that the wrong way, because suicide is not cowardly. No, what's cowardly is treating someone so bad that they view that as their only option. Before you give me the whole "Well, someone out there always has it worse." Yeah? And someone always has it better too. Are we going to complain about that?<br />
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Suicide affects people, and it kills them eternally, mentally... It's not a romantic thing, or a thing to be treated as heroic. It's an extremely sad thing, when someone kills themselves. There is no romantic outcome to suicide, at all. People seem to forget this. Take, for example, this post:<br />
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The main problem I see with romanticizing suicide, is that it makes it seem OK. Like hey, who cares if we live, because if I kill myself, at least I can make it sound poetic. It's stupid, disrespectful, and blinding.<br />
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People aren't addressing the reality of mental illness, they're simply covering it up in a way that makes it seem beautiful.<br />
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There is nothing beautiful about suicide, or cutting, or even shoving a finger down your throat after every meal.<br />
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I'm hoping this post will help bring people back to reality, because we need that, desperately. So please, stop making illnesses sound like a giant party, or romantic, or like they're an OK thing to have. I mean, it doesn't make you a bad person if you have an illness, that's not my intention, any way. We all have struggles. But, please, just stop trying to make them seem more beautiful than they actually are.<br />
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On top of finding out that I was going to be repeating 10th grade <b>two days </b>before school started, I have had to deal with more drama this year than I have dealt with in my <b>entire </b>life. I think I deserve a cookie, for how much I have had to restrain myself from punching all the annoying people that I hate. Two things I cannot tolerate are liars and stupid people, both of which flourish in our school.<br />
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Everyone goes through it, whether you're male, or female. It's not just a girl thing. Sure, we tend to blow things out of proportion, but we aren't the only criminals here. I like and let very few people into my life, and I trust even fewer. So when drama season begins, I tend to be more in the corner like this:<br />
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I <b>hate </b>drama, and I do my best to avoid it. The funny part is, I have almost none of my own drama, I'm always being sucked into other people's. I can think of one bit of drama that was honestly mine this year. It appears though, that I am forever being pulled into everyone else's drama. Like, sorry, I really don't care that you and your boyfriend can't hang out today because he's thinking about getting back together with his ex.<br />
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Obviously, the solution is quite simple. I could just eliminate those people from my life. My problem, however, is that making friends has never been easy for me, so the few friends I do have, I like keeping close by.<br />
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The thing about being grounded, is it gives you eons of time to think, reflect, and repent. I'm still paying for my actions, as we speak. It's funny how fast we can change. I remember, I was always the good girl in school; The one teachers loved and trusted, the nice, quiet girl, and the girl parents liked. That quickly changed, however, once I started dying my hair black and wearing eyeliner. It's funny how your appearance can change or "determine" who you are. The minute I changed my look slightly, I was emo, gothic, and a bad girl. So, I decided once I was a "bad" girl, I might as well show people what bad is. So, I became hateful, rude, and rebellious. I'm still slightly in the rebellious stage.<br />
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Around October, specifically October 28, I was told I was grounded. I spent 4 months, or 121 days grounded, stuck in the house, paying fairly for my punishment. I had no problem with that. I understood that it was indeed my fault, and that I deserved to be grounded. You see, I had lied to my guardians, and hung out with a girl who they had expressly told me to stay away from.<br />
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I got ungrounded for a week, and then was told I was grounded one more week, which I though was fair, because the thing I was being punished for was my fault. Well, before my week of grounding was up, I was grounded again until <b>further notice.</b><br />
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This time, I'm not too pleased about it, because the thing I'm being grounded for was <b>not my fault.</b><br />
I won't get too specific, because it's not my story to tell. We'll just say that a family member began indulging in drugs and cutting. They decided it would be a super smart idea to smoke with their stepsister, who is 10, a bible thumper, and a snitch.<br />
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Please explain to me how that's my fault? I didn't hand them drugs and say "Hey, smoking is really awesome! If you don't do drugs, you're not cool, and I'll hate you." That was their decision, which they're being punished for. The cutting thing… I'm sorry that they saw my scars. But, it's not like I can hide them forever. They will appear from time to time, because most of them are on my wrists, and I'm not hiding who I am because of the marks of my past. I didn't teach them how to cut, nor did I condone their cutting.<br />
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I fail to see how any of this is my fault. It's not my problem that their child is stupid and obviously can't think for herself or use common sense. You know, common sense should almost be treated as a superpower, because apparently only a select few have it.<br />
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<b>Losing Myself</b><br />
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When you enter high school, you begin searching for who you really are. You diverge from your parents interests, and begin finding the stuff you like. I've been searching for myself for many years, and even now, I'm still not entirely sure who I am. It's like standing in the middle of two separating paths, one with who you are, and the other with who you <b>want </b>to be. So, at present, I'm still searching for who I <b>really </b>am.<br />
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What I hate, however, is that people can't seem to accept me for who I am. Obviously, that's normal, but the part that hurts me the most is that my own family can't seem to accept who I am. If my shorts don't go down to my knees, they're way too short. My guardian told me that my shorts make me look like a (insert degrading and insulting word here). The funny thing is, he never cared before.<br />
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Now, I'm not allowed to wear pajamas to school, do my hair a certain way, wear certain colors of makeup, or dress how I want. I'm sorry that I don't dress like a nun, but I like to think that my clothing is still acceptable. I don't wear crop-tops, tube tops, mini-skirts, or shorts that show off my personal areas, if you get my drift. I don't wear super long dresses, or dresses at all really, but at least I leave a little to the imagination.<br />
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I'm so sick of people telling me how I should be and should look. I know I'm not the prettiest, or the smartest, or the nicest. But I learned that caring about looks gets you nowhere, because looks will eventually fade. I learned that being nice gets you in situations where you're always taken advantage of. So, at one point, I decided to try being more responsible and nicer to people. But do you know what happened? I was still mean, I was still irresponsible, and I basically amounted to maggots in dog poop in the eyes of everyone else. So, call me what you want, because I no longer care. I am me, and I'm not changing so others will like me.<br />
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I've never been the top scholar in my class, but I've always gotten decent marks. Until this year, that is. I've never had an F in my life, until I re-started school here. I currently have an F in history, because I do badly on his pop quizzes. I never had to study before. I always got A's and B's. I officially hate how hard I have to work in school to stay on top of things. And no matter how much I try, it's never good enough. My guardians still expect straight A's, even though they <b>know </b>math is my weakest subject. I've never been good at math.<br />
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What do you hate about high school? Let me know in the comments below!<br />
Until the next rant,<br />
-Enlightening Tale Brethren.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4551785839580478951.post-21432844090515047402014-04-28T07:29:00.000-07:002014-04-28T07:29:22.395-07:00Reasons Why I Hate High SchoolYou know when you were younger, and your parents always told you to never be in a hurry to grow up, because it would be gone in the blink of an eye? I never realized how true that was until I started high school.<br />
8th grade was a crap year that I'd never want to repeat, but the minute high school started, everything changed. My 9th grade year flew by, and my two 10th grade years have flown by as well.<br />
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I mean, it's already April. Next month is May, and that means we get out of school. I'm excited for the summer, but I'm also really nervous, because that means I'm one year closer to making my own decisions, and being a responsible adult. All I can say is, hold on to your childhood, because it doesn't last. I'm still a child myself, but in 6 months, I will be 18.<br />
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Do you realize just how scary that is? But, that's not the point of this post. The point of this rant is to talk about all the things I hate about high school, so let's just jump right into it, shall we?<br />
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I've made a previous rant about the people in my high school, so I'll keep this one short, and sweet. I am forever finding more reasons why I hate people. For instance, I hate the people who think it's really cute to stand in the middle of the hallway and talk to their friends. I need to get to Spanish, and your stupid prom talk is not so urgent that you can't move <b>out of the middle of the hallway.</b><br />
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I know they obviously have the right to sing when they want, but for god's sake, don't quit your day jobs. If I have to hear one more <i>Hair Spray </i>song, or another verse of <i>Boys 'Round Here</i>, I am going to become a very unpleasant person.<br />
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Now, I know that senior year is a really big deal. I mean, it's your last year in high school and you want to enjoy it. I get that. However, I am so sick of the seniors getting special privileges. Like, in Art; We all stand by the door and wait for the bell to ring, but the seniors get to go out to their lockers and get their backpacks, while the rest of us are required to wait. For God's sake, it's <i>5 minutes</i>, I think you can wait. Or at our last assembly, I was going to sit at the top of the gym on the benches, like I usually do, but a teacher made us go sit down on the bleachers with everyone else. Well, almost everyone. The seniors got to sit on the benches, even though there was plenty of room on the bleachers for them.<br />
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I hate the way our schedule is set up, for the simple fact that I have History, and then Biology directly after on B-days. I have never enjoyed science, and I liked history, until I was required to practically write a novel of notes. And, the best part of history, is that when my teacher tells us a test is coming up, instead of giving us a study guide, he just says "look through your notes." Yeah, I have 2 notebook filled with notes, and I am so not studying every page of it for a dumb test. Plus, I think our teachers conspire against us, because whenever we have a test, it always seems like they decide to do their test that day too, so we often have double tests. And then, directly after History, we are expected to write more notes in Biology, and our teacher gets mad because we don't want to take notes anymore.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4551785839580478951.post-21061521119468321602014-03-07T07:50:00.000-08:002014-03-07T07:50:58.015-08:00My Tribute PostersSo, for a long time, I hated using photoshop. I'm not really sure why, because our recent unit using Photoshop was actually fun. During our photoshop unit, we learned how to crop out images, resize them, and add shadowing and other effects to the pictures. Here are my three tribute posters.<br />
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We'll start with my absolute favorite show ever, American Horror Story. American Horror Story is a show on FX, rated TV-MA, and it's extremely gory. I chose American Horror Story: Asylum, because it's my favorite season so far. This poster was the hardest to create, because it was my first poster, and it was a lot of trial and error. It probably doesn't sound like it's that hard to cut an image out of one picture and paste it into another, but it was. I struggled with cutting the image out perfectly, and sometimes the characters I cut out had really weird lines.<br />
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But the process in which I created this poster was fairly simple. All I did was find a background I really liked (the woman on the stairs), and began cropping out pictures and pacing them in the background. That's basically it. The only thing I had to constantly play with was positioning the characters so they all fit and looked good.<br />
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I remember in second grade I was awarded reading the most books in my class in a year, 296 books. That doesn't sound that impressive, but to a second grader, it's a pretty big deal.<br />
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I was awarded Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets as my prize, and I threw it away the moment I got home. So what changed? I remember when I was 13, I got really bored, and decided to give Harry Potter another try.<br />
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I was immediately hooked, and I finished the rest of the series in less than a week. That's what started my obsession. I have Harry Potter references tattooed on myself, if that helps prove my point. This poster was easier to create, because I already had a pretty good understanding on how to create the poster, and the images were already cut out, and it made my job a million times easier.<br />
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And last, but not least, is my current favorite anime, Death Note. I remember for the longest time, I heard so many good recommendations about the anime, but I wasn't interested. I was more interested in Pokemon, Yu-Gi-Oh!, Fruits Basket, and InuYasha.<br />
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Death Note is about a high school student named Light Yagami who stumbles across a strange notebook titled "Death Note". The Death Note has the power to kill anyone in the world within 40 seconds of the name being written down. However, you need to know that person's face, so people with the same name will not be affected. You can also specify the death if it is written within the next 6 minutes of writing the name.<br />
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I had a harder time with this poster than the Harry Potter poster, because with anime characters, there are certain lines in their hair, and sometimes their hair is sticking out everywhere, which made cutting the pictures out harder, because I had to focus on a lot of individual strands of hair, and lines.<br />
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How did I do? I know they're kind of amateur, but I tried. What are you currently obsessed with? Let me know in the comments below.<br />
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I've said this a billion times, that I am not a very open person. I used to be, but our struggles change us. You might not care, and that's fine. Who really wants to read another whiney post on Blogger from some random teenager? I just think it's time to start showing you guys who I <i>really </i>am. I'm hoping that by reading about my mistakes, you can prevent some of them. <b>I'm going to warn you now, this post may contain explicit content, such as drugs, cutting, and other juvenile things, so if you are against any of these things, stop reading now.</b><br />
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I am an average student, I have no clue how to drive, and I am a very guarded and wary person.<br />
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<i>"This is a story that I've never told,</i><br />
<i>I gotta get this off my chest to let it go.</i><br />
<i>I need to take back the light inside you stole.</i><br />
<i>You're a criminal, and you steal like you're a pro.</i><br />
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<i>All the pain and the truth,</i><br />
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<i>So ashamed, so confused.</i><br />
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<i>"There's a part of me I can't get back.</i><br />
<i>A little girl grew up too fast.</i><br />
<i>All it took was once, I'll never be the same.</i><br />
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<i>Nothing left that you can say,</i><br />
<i>'Cause you were never gonna take the blame anyway."</i><br />
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I began struggling with depression, and I still do struggle, but through therapy, I am slowly becoming myself again. Or at least, as close to myself as I'll ever be again. So how does one deal with the unfamiliar emotions, and haunting nightmares that began gracing my life? Well, at first I just kept telling myself it didn't happen, that I was <i>fine. </i>But that only worked for a couple months, before I began to feel hopeless, worthless, and disgusting.<br />
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I couldn't, and still can't look into the mirror without feeling disgusted with myself, and hating everything I see. Now please don't start lecturing about how I'm actually a beautiful person, because no matter what, I don't see it. I see the flaws and the monster that lies underneath the surface, but my mask hides it.<br />
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So when pretending it didn't happen no longer worked, I moved on to more extreme ways of coping with it. I started with drugs. Nothing hardcore of course, I refuse to ever touch hard drugs. If you do meth, I have absolutely no respect for you, and I will not associate with you. I had someone very close to me do meth around me, and that was scarring enough. I could tell you what drug I used, but does that matter? Will it make me a better person to acknowledge and share to the internet the things I've experimented with? No, probably not. Infact, I'm still debating with myself on whether this post is even a good idea, since this is a school blog. But I'm ready to come clean, and this is the only way I know how to do it.<br />
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I can assure you it was not a strong drug, or maybe it is, depending on your perspective.<br />
Also, I'd really appreciate it if no one lectured me about all the stupid things I've done. I know, I <i>messed up.</i> I don't need a reminder. So I began drugs when I was 11, and I actually just finally quit last year. Baby-steps, guys.<br />
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The drugs helped for a while as well, for almost a year, and it was easy to forget what happened and act almost normal around everyone. But good things eventually come to an end, and that end was 7th grade. I had a friend who enjoyed cutting and eraser burns, and at first, I thought she was absolutely mental for even wanting to harm her body. But I remember hurting so bad, to the point where I did one cut, and I saw the appeal of it.<br />
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So the rest of this story is spent dealing with relapse over and over again. You don't think that cutting could ever be addicting, because how could pain feel good? Well, it does. But I'm also a very crazy and psychologically damaged person. When you mutilate, however you choose to do it, because there are many forms of it, it releases this chemical in your brain that makes you feel good. But the important part to me was it made me <i>feel.</i> As I've said before, I grew used to feeling nothing. Maybe you're already questioning why I didn't seek help? Looking back at it, I think mostly it was my lack of trust in people. The person stole something that I can never get back: <i>my innocence, my light, and my love.</i><br />
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In 8th grade, I had just transferred to a new school, and everything seemed to be getting better. I had real friends for once, and I thought my life was looking up. But once again, the monster decided to seep out of my pores and play. So I began cutting again, after almost 8 months of sobriety. I was admitted to a mental hospital for a couple days, but it did little to help. It's amazing how gullible people can truly be. Slap on a smile and tell them you're fine, and they believe it.<br />
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I was released, and I crawled right back to drugs. Yes, call me weak and stupid all you want. I've heard the speeches before. There were these girls I had recently became friends with, but only one of them is important in this story. They were all foster sisters who lived down the road from us, but I was only close to two of them. We'll call them Alice and Maya. Alice was the first one I met, when she sat alone in gym class and I invited her to sit with us at lunch. See, I know all too well what it's like to be the new kid. I've went to about eight different schools, and I know how much it sucks to be friendless and alone. She was all too thrilled to have a companion for lunch. She seemed like such a nice, amazing person, and I remember asking my best friend if she liked her on our walk home from school, and she said "No, she's two-faced." I automatically defended Alice, because I liked her. But I should of listened to my best friend, because she ended up being right.<br />
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There were four foster sisters, and the only one who did not do drugs was Alice, and I was fine with it, because no one likes being pressured into doing something they don't want to do. Alice and my friendship continued to grow, as did my friendship with Maya, even though I disliked Maya at first. Well, I remember around December of 2011, Maya began doing drugs with us, and she liked it… Or so I thought.<br />
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I remember December 16, 2011, I was pulled out of class and pulled into the principal's office. I had a good idea what it was about. The previous day, Alice, Maya, and I had ditched school. I had already been caught for ditching before, so I knew what to expect. But the next words that came out of the principal's mouth caught me off guard. "There are rumors going around, that you, Alice, and Maya ditched school yesterday and smoked marijuana with your dad."<br />
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Well, the latter was true, minus my dad. My dad did not know about my drug use, and I had planned on keeping it that way. He would kill me if he found out. I wrote a statement denying the charges, because my dad was in no way involved in this. But when two other people gang up on you, it's a little hard to sound believable, and that's exactly what happened. Alice had told her mother, and her mother called the school, and that's what got me into the sticky mess. My dad was arrested on three accounts of distribution to miners, spent 7 months in jail, and I am no longer allowed to see him, due to a restraining order.<br />
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I then moved back to Ridgway, despite a lot of protesting. I hated this town the first two times, I wasn't really digging it then either. I was still upset about my dad and having to move on, but I sucked it up and pushed on with my life. At first, things were decent. I had a couple friends, and I was doing well in school, so what more could I want? I remember during that time, I was struggling to find myself again, and it was starting to affect me. I told one of my friends a huge secret, a secret I thought I could absolutely trust her with. I told her I thought I was bisexual, and to my relief, she was cool with it.<br />
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But as I've learned, never trust anyone. Even your shadow leaves you when it's dark. As it turned out, that statement is the one thing I've found to be completely true. She told another girl, who then told the whole school. You might not think it was a big deal, and at first, the worst I had to deal with was girls in my class snickering at me and giving me dirty looks in the locker room. It was easy enough to ignore, even though I was now friendless, because my friends cared too much about popularity.<br />
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And then, one day, it suddenly changed. I got into the locker room for gym, and I was slammed into a locker. The physical pain wasn't even the worst thing. It was what they <i>said </i>that made me upset. They taunted me, telling me I was ugly, worthless, a freak, and they were afraid of my huge <i>lesbian </i>crushes on all of them. The rest of that year passed by slowly, b-days became my personal hell. I was slammed into lockers, I was called every name in the book, and they threw things at me.<br />
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It got to the point where I didn't even want to get out of bed in the morning. Shockingly, no one noticed what was wrong. I found the only way I could cope with the pain, was by cutting. And cutting it was. I cut a lot, to the point where even now, after being sober for almost 2 months, I still crave it.<br />
Maybe I'm getting too personal. It's probably better to stop now, before I let out all the secrets I've been holding in.<br />
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The moral of this story is drugs may feel good for a while, but eventually, they ruin your life, just as they have for me, and millions of other people. Don't start cutting, ever. I'm serious, it is one of the biggest mistakes you'll ever make. I regret ever starting, and even now as I type this, I find myself wanting to do it. And the third lesson is to be wary, because not everyone is as they appear.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4551785839580478951.post-45198847772981500982014-02-11T08:19:00.003-08:002014-02-24T08:21:08.530-08:00Top 15 Best Movies for Teenagers<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">The Entertainment business is wide spread and very successful. It appears that every time I blink, a new film is being made, an actress is being praised, or a film is winning an Emmy. There are thousands upon thousands of movies, probably millions by now, and no matter how long I live, I'll never get the chance to see each and every film that was ever produced. Here is a list of the top 15 best movies that regard being a teenager.</span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span><br />
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<b>15. Ferris Bueller's Day Off.</b></span><br />
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<i>Ferris Bueller is a clever and tricky fast talker, a legend in his own time. He decides to call out sick from school, feigning illness, to embark on a wild adventure involving his girlfriend, Sloane Peterson, his best friend Cameron Frye, and a Ferrari. From Wrigley to Field of the Art Institute of Chicago to a Polish Pride parade, Bueller and friends intend on making the most of their day off. However, Ferris' sister and the school dean, Ed Rooney, suspect that Ferris is simply pretending to be ill. Both Rooney and Ferris' sister Jeanie are hot on Ferris' trail and are determined to catch him and his friends in the act of class-cutting.</i></span><br />
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<b>14. She's the Man.</b></span><br />
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<i>When her brother decides to ditch for a couple weeks in London, Viola heads over to his elite boarding school, disguises herself as him, and proceeds to fall for one of her soccer teammates. Little does she realize she's not the only one with romantic troubles, as she, as he, gets in the middle of a series of intermingled love affairs.</i></span><br />
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Ah, this movie. Remember when Amanda Bynes wasn't crazy? Yeah, I miss it too. This movie is pretty close to Shakespeare's <i>The Twelf Night</i>. This movie was incredibly funny and well done. I adore watching this movie, and I think you will too.</span><br />
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<b>13. Freaky Friday.</b></span><br />
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<i>An overworked mother and her daughter do not get along. When they switch bodies, each is forced to adapt to the others' life for one freaky Friday.</i></span><br />
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I actually just watched this movie again for the 500th time last week. I think it was well done, personally, and it's a good movie. It's kind of childish in some ways, but I think all-in-all it's a great family movie, or maybe not, since there is some kissing.. And god knows how awkward that is to watch with parents.</span><br />
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This movie isn't too kid friendly, so I advise not watching this with kids, at all. I mean, I doesn't really show much, but it is a mature view point, as it's about following in Hester Prynne, from <i>The Scarlet Letter. </i>I do love Emma Stone's acting though, and I think this movie provides some comedy relief.</span><br />
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So one of my guilty pleasures is the Bring It On series. I've seen all five multiple times, and despite how amazing I think they all are, the first one is my favorite, because it's the most original out of all of them, and I love Kirsten Dunst and Eliza Dushku.</span><br />
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This movie is a great athletics movie, especially if you're into cheerleading. I personally don't like High School cheerleading, but I do have a lot of respect for competitive cheerleading because I know I sure as heck can't do a backflip… Hell, I can't even do a cart-wheel. That should tell you something. This is a great movie, and it's pretty family-friendly, despite some minor language.</span><br />
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This movie was a typical 80's classic, and I have seen this movie more times than I care to admit. I think the soundtrack is amazing, and the story line is pretty decent, even though there are a couple scenes that bore me to death every time I watch them, but that's the case in almost every movie you watch. You're not usually engrossed in a film 100% of the time. This movie is one of the most beloved classics, and I think it will entertain people for generations yet to come.<span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span><b>9. Clueless.</b></span><br />
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"<i>A parody of Jane Austen's novel Emma, about Cher, a popular girl who spends her days playing match maker helping friends with fashion choices, advising the new girl at school on a makeover, and looking for a boyfriend."</i></span><br />
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Come on, who doesn't love a classic Christina Applegate and Keith Coogan film? I love Keith Coogan. See, most girls fangirl over One Direction or Justin Bieber… I prefer Keith Coogan and Kevin Bacon. This movie is so freaking funny, and this is coming from a girl who prefers a horror film over any other film ever. This movie is classic, and I really love Kenny.</span><br />
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<span style="text-align: center;">So Juno sounds like you're average teenage-pregnancy movie. But this movie is both corny and funny, as we go through the adventures and struggles of being a teenage mother. Juno MacGuff is quirky, entertaining, and pretty sarcastic. I for one, adore her. She's unusual, but I love her sense of humor, and I think you will too.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;">Michelle Trachtenberg, Joan Cusack, Kim Cattrall and Hayden Panettiere.</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 16px;"><i>Casey Carlisle is a straight-A student with a knack for physics. When her teacher presents her with the option of a physics scholarship, she eagerly takes on his assignment. The assignment is to come up with a project that shows physics at a personal level. Casey decides, while watching the Olympics, to do her physics project on ice skating. She indulges in the program and learn that she herself shows promise in ice skating. The only problem? Her mom is absolutely against figure skating, and hopes that Casey will fulfill their dream of attending Harvard school. Will Casey remain the quiet, gawky teenager with the promise of getting into an Ivy League school? Or will she pursue her newfound passion of ice skating?</i></span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 16px;"><i><br /></i></span></span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 16px;">I love this movie because for one, I love ice skating, and for another, I love the <i>feels </i>trip we take on the adventure throughout this film. It's got a positive message: Dream big, and no one can take away what is yours, as well as fight for what you want, and live for yourself. Casey is a character that is oddly relatable, and this movie will not disappoint.</span></span></span></h4>
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50. Quiet Riot- Cum on Feel the Noise</div>
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Hopefully these songs bring back many wonderful memories, or maybe you've found a lot of new songs to add to your iPod. Who knows? Did I nail it? Or was there any that you believe deserved to be on this list? Let me know in the comments below. Rock on, and stay fly.<br />
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Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4551785839580478951.post-83926644007777036432014-01-19T18:34:00.001-08:002014-01-21T08:15:11.907-08:00My Pet Peeves.It's a new year, a new set of problems to deal with. I know, I'm quite the optimistic. I've decided, for my first post of the new year, yikes, it's already 2014! It feels like just yesterday it was 2002 and I was starting kindergarten. Come to think of it, that wouldn't be such a bad thing. I could use a nap. I've decided for my first post to talk about all the stupid little things that annoy me, and believe me, there are a lot. I feel like maybe this isn't a great idea, because now anyone who reads this will know how to <b>really </b>get under my skin.<br />
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1. <b>My Room</b>- There are few different things involving my room that irk the everlasting crap out of me. My room is my favorite place to be, because it's the one place I don't have to hide. I sincerely enjoy being alone, and if it was up to me, I'd be perfectly content with not seeing another human being for months.<br />
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So my first pet peeve involving my room is when people enter without knocking. I highly advise against entering my room without permission, unless you feel like being scalded alive off the waves of anger I will generate. There is a very easy way to avoid this. It's called <b>knocking</b>. You knock, and wait for a response. "Yeah" does not mean come in, either. It means state your business and wait for my decision.<br />
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Another thing I hate is when people leave my door open when they leave. For pete's sake, it's not a hard thing to do. It take a whole three seconds, and we'll both be in better moods because you decided to do the smart thing, and close the door.<br />
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2. <b>Calling Me More than Twice in Less than an Hour-</b> I hate talking on the phone with an absolute passion. I would rather sit through three Jonas Brothers' concerts back-to-back than talk to anyone on the phone. I screen my phone calls frequently, and it's a bad habit that I need to learn to stop doing. I don't mind if someone calls me.. Usually. However, when you call me more than three times in less than an hour, I start to get REALLY annoyed. If I didn't answer the first two times, a third, or seventh time isn't going to make me change my mind.<br />
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3. <b>Moochers- </b>I have a few friends who like to mooch off of me, and it really irks me. I don't mind every now and then, because sharing is caring, but when they mooch off of me all the time, I really want to high five them in the face with a brick.<br />
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4. <b>Singing When You Don't Know the Lyrics- </b>I think this one annoys me more than most things. I cannot stand it when I am singing a song and someone thinks they're adorable by joining in with me and trying to sing along. This is not Glee, you peasant. Don't know the lyrics? Don't sing.<br />
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5. <b>Having the Same thing Repeated 3, or 16 times or Having to Repeat Myself- </b>I asked you what, and you replied, so I nodded my head in response, to let you know that I comprehend. However, that does not mean you need to repeat it again 10 more times. I'm good, really. My nephew has a bad habit of doing this, and I can't count how many times a day I snap at him because of it. I also cannot stand having to repeat myself. Once is fine, but after that, you're screwed. My nieces are frequently asking me "what?" after I just repeated myself again, and I usually just mutter "never mind" and storm off. Apparently it wasn't important enough to listen the first couple of times, so it's not important now either.<br />
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6. <b>Poking Your Nose Where It Doesn't Belong- </b>I wouldn't necessarily call myself a nice person, by any means. I'm cold, cruel, and selfish. I honestly don't understand how I have any friends. However, if you're nice to me, I'll be nice back, to an extent. What I cannot tolerate, however, is when people who I do not like decide to try to get my life story. I remember a few days ago I was talking to someone about a very big struggle I was going through, and this chick that I cannot stand came up and was like "What are you talking about?" Yeah, no. It's called go away, and it's located in the opposite direction of wherever I happen to be. Do not poke your nose in my business unless I specifically ask you to, which is rare, because I have an almost impossible time opening up to anyone. Even my best friends, who I trust almost completely with my life (never fully trust anyone, even Satan was once an angel), never fully know what I'm going through.<br />
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7. <b>Being Rude- </b>As stated above, I am not Snow White in any way. I am negative, repetitive, closed off, and temperamental. However, if all I did was tell you hi and you tell me where to stick my comment, we're going to have a problem. Take for example, Friday. I was in the locker room when a friend of mine came in (she's not in gym class) and started working on another person's hair. I jokingly asked her "Is this going to be an annual thing, you hanging out in the locker room?" And she laughed. However, the other girl decides to snap at me and ask me "Do you have a problem with her being in here, huh?" Well no, actually I had no problem with her being in there. I was joking. But someone obviously peed in her cheerios that morning, because she decided to be Cruella Deville.<br />
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8. <b>Being Bossed Around- </b>I try to be respectful, but there are times when I really want to tell our authority where they can stuff it. For instance, on Friday, I was late to gym, so I was warming up in the hallway, when a girl came out of the gym and decided to try to act like my mother. "You need to go in the gym."<br />
"I'm warming up out here, thanks."<br />
"Well, you need to warm up in the gym."<br />
"You're not my mother."<br />
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9. <b>Touching My Items Without Asking- </b>My stuff is mine, plain and simple. There is no "we" in food, and "sharing" isn't in food either. I cannot stand when people enter my room, or locker, or whatever, and begin digging around. Like I'm sorry, can I help you? Did you lose your brain in my sock drawer?<br />
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10. "<b>You Need to Respect Me Because I'm Older</b>"- Mmmm, no. That's not going to work for me. I grew up learning that respect is earned, not given. Just because you're older than me, doesn't mean that you automatically deserve my respect, at all.<br />
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11. <b>Being Touched- </b>I am not a person who enjoys physical contact. Infact, if you're stupid enough to attempt it, you might find inanimate objects thrown your way. I'm fairly simple to get along with. All you have to do is not touch my food, belongings, myself, or breathe on me. Don't touch me, plain and simple.<br />
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12. <b>People Who Cannot Spell- </b>I get that not everyone knows every word of the Oxford Dictionary by heart, and I admit that my spelling is not perfect, by any means, but at least I make an effort to improve. As you can see, I use commas, periods, and question marks where they are needed. I also spell all my words out instead of "hay hw ru". Like gah, I will not willingly talk to you if you cannot at least make an effort to use proper English. There is a reason Aliens have kept themselves hidden from us, and this is why. You aren't cute using "z" to replace "s".<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">North West is the baby of Kim Kardashian and Kanye West. She's cute and everything, even though I find her name really funny. That baby is going to get made fun of for the rest of her life for the sheer fact that her name is a direction. Why is she on this list, you may ask? Because she got SO much attention even before she was born. Everyone was talking about her even while she was in the womb. It got to the point where every time I went to the store, I'd see those crappy looking magazines that look like they were produced in Microsoft paint. Kim Kardashian was everywhere I looked. They pretty much stalked her, and everyone was beyond themselves with excitement for a freaking fetus.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">For all the Swifties and Directioners (Taylor Swift Fans and One Direction fans), you'll know what I'm talking about. Harry Styles and Taylor Swift dated for about 3 months, and those three months were the biggest pain in my neck. I used to be a fan of both Taylor Swift, and One Direction, until I discovered Disturbed, and my soul was saved. But that's beside the point.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So Taylor doesn't exactly have the best track record when it comes to dating. They date, break up, and she writes catchy songs about them, embarrassing them in front of the entire world, as seen in the picture.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> At number 7 on the list is Giovanna Plowman. Basically she's this... I'm trying to think about nice things to say, because my mother always said if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all. Ah, let's try this again. Giovanna Plowman is a 15 year old girl who became in instant sensation on YouTube for doing a very disturbing thing.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Still don't know who I'm talking about? Giovanna Plowman is the tampon girl. She is best known for <b>eating her own tampon</b>. Yeah, you read that right. She ATE her tampon. And it was on every major news feed. I think it's disgusting. Tampons are meant to be used for that monthly visitor. So we're eating them now? Whoops, looks like I missed that memo. What's next, are we going to start wearing them for earrings?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But I'd say it didn't really become a big thing until Miley Cyrus started doing it. Then everyone was suddenly twerking. It's kind of like the duck lips fad that was all over Facebook, with girls thinking that they looked really cute with their lips all stuck out like that, and nothing could be farther from the truth. Just please stop twerking. It looks dumb.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So this year we got to experience a "wonderful" new dance, the Harlem Shake. The song was actually made in 2012 by Baauer, but it did not really take off until this year. The dance originated in 1981 in the Harlem area, hence the name "Harlem Shake". </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Basically what this dance involves is at least three people, and everyone but one person stands there, oblivious to the only person in the room dancing, until we reach the line "And do the Harlem Shake." Once that line comes on, everyone begins dancing, usually in crazy costumes. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ah, Miley Cyrus. The world grew up watching her on Hannah Montana as the beloved Miley Stewart/Hannah Montana. I get the fact that she wants to show the world that she is no longer a Disney Star, but some of her acts are just disturbing and unnecessary.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Take for example, We Can't Stop. I loved the song, until I saw the music video. I can't show the video, because it's inappropriate for school, but I can give you the basic gist of it. She sticks her tongue out a lot, wears hardly any clothing, and twerks. But that wasn't even the worst we've seen from Miley this year. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Shortly after the release of We Can't Stop, she releases Wrecking Ball. Once again, I loved the song, but the video.. She once again wears minimal clothing, and dances provocatively. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The day the Best Song Ever came out, it was everywhere in a matter of hours, and everyone was loving it. I decided to listen to it, and I got very annoyed. If you listen to the song, just listen to the beat, you'll notice it is almost identical to Baba 'O Reily by the Who. Coincidence? I think not. But I was OK with it, because it's not the first time an artist has copied another artist, and it most certainly won't be the last.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And at number one, we have the cup song from Pitch Perfect. When I first saw that movie, I was completely in love with it. It was quirky, it was funny, and it had singing. I was rather impressed with how good of a singer and actress Anna Kendrick is, especially the cup song. The cup song was unique and original, or so I thought.</span></div>
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Kids... They are ungrateful pieces of... work. They can be the biggest blessing or the most remorseful curse. One reason not to have kids? The <b>7th grade emo phase</b>... Just kidding, I don't really hate kids that much. I just hate how everything has changed. When I was 7 I had Pokemon Cards, Dragon Tales, and <i>imagination. </i><br />
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Where has that gone to? Kids now are so dependent on technology, and that's terrible. I mean, let's say that all technology suddenly stops working, just ceases to ever exist. What are you going to do to get food on the table and to survive? What skills and attributes do you have that someone else will value enough to give you a crumb of bread? Because I'm pretty sure that being the fastest texter in your class isn't going to impress many people out there.</div>
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I mean, I know freaking 8 year old kids who have better phones than me, iPads, and Facebook. First off, you're doing it wrong. You have to at least go through MySpace first. Everything has changed, and I shudder to think about the generation after this generation. Kids are already preferring playing on their phones to playing a game of tag in the park. I mean, why bother to play tag or anything remotely beneficial to your health, when you can just wither away on the couch, eating a bag of potato chips, and playing Minecraft? I know, I don't get it either.</div>
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Kids didn't smoke, they didn't drink, and they didn't engage in sexual activities, until now. Now there are 10 year olds smoking marijuana and cigarettes, 14 year olds who are going to parties and getting drunk, and 13 year olds losing their virginity. Someone needs to help the next generation, because as it stands, I have no faith for humanity. They listen to music that I personally feel has no real meaning. I mean every time I turn on the radio, all the songs I hear are about drugs, sex, and love. At least the love sung about in the 60's, 70's, and 80's was pure and true. Now it's just repetitive and repulsive. But maybe that's just my opinion. Just wait, our kids are going to go to dance with themes like "2010" and they're going to wear UGG boots and twerk to Call Me Maybe. </div>
Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4551785839580478951.post-34098809390761446212013-11-06T07:50:00.000-08:002014-01-21T08:16:37.889-08:00Homosexuality and Homophobes.So this is sort of a touchy subject for a lot of people, but it's a topic I feel the need to cover. We've all heard about gay rights, if you haven't, you're probably 4 years of age, and probably don't know how to read yet.<br />
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First off, <b>homophobes;</b> If there is one thing I absolutely cannot stand, it is homophobes. I don't believe homophobia exists, because a phobia is a legit fear of something. You aren't afraid of homosexuals, you're just a jerk. Don't like gay marriage? Well, it's a great thing you don't have to get one then! I mean, if a couple of homosexual men want to throw a wedding, the only way it should offend you is if you were not invited to it. Also, if you don't like homosexuality, blame straight people. They're the ones who keep having gay babies. People need to grow up, and stop trying to use the bible as an excuse for why homosexuality is wrong. You want to quote the bible at me for standing up for my beliefs that homosexuality is not a sin? Cool. I'll do the same thing right back at you sweetie.<br />
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If you really want to get down to quoting the bible at each other, it also says that you're not supposed to get divorced, have sex before marriage, or wear different fabrics. Whoops, it looks like a lot more of us are going to hell now, doesn't it. I really hate the fact that gay marriage is not legalized for the simple fact that some people think it's disgusting.<i> I mean, I think beets are the most disgusting things ever, but WE'RE NOT MAKING THOSE ILLEGAL, now are we? </i>Seriously, grow up, and get over the fact that gay marriage is going to happen, whether you enjoy it, or not. I mean, hating someone based on their sexuality is like going to the gym and getting mad at someone else for eating a donut because you're on a diet.<br />
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Another thing I hate about the whole stereotype of being gay, is that a homosexual person automatically hits on anyone of the same gender and automatically finds an attraction to them based on the fact that they are the same gender. Look, I regret to inform you of this, but being gay, bisexual, or transgender, follows the same guidelines as being straight. Shocking right? Look, ladies, you don't look at every guy you meet, and feel an instant attraction, do you? No, I didn't think so. Gentlemen, do you automatically want to date every female you come into contact with? Nope, I knew I was right. We don't look at every female or male we meet and feel an instant attraction. Stop assuming things, and actually get some insight into what it's like to be homosexual, or transgender, or anything like that, before you assume you know how their brains work.<br />
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You know their name, not their story. If you don't like your rights being taken away, don't take away the rights of someone else. You are not superior to everyone else, so bring yourself down to everyone else's level, and then you can voice your opinion... Until then, keep your mouth shut.<br />
-Enlightening Tale BrethrenAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4551785839580478951.post-45279919294749116972013-10-31T08:06:00.000-07:002014-05-15T08:08:49.386-07:00Top 10 Best Songs to Listen to When You're Depressed.These opinions are my own, so if you don't like it, that's fine. But my taste in music is <b>perfect</b>, and anyone who disagrees is wrong, a filthy peasant, and most likely smells weird. Hopefully these songs help you when you feel like you're losing the battle and feel like you just honestly want to give up. Stay strong, keep fighting, you <b>are </b>worth it.<br />
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<b>10. </b><i>Breath Me- Sia </i><br />
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I think this song is really powerful, and it has been one of my personal favorite songs to listen to ever since I heard it in the movie Cyberbully. This song makes me cry, because she talks about not leaving her alone to deal with everything, and I think that's something that we can all relate to.<br />
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I think this song really relates to anyone who has ever had been told they were never good enough, have ever contemplated suicide, or just become weary and tired of fighting to live, because the opening lyrics are "You come to me with scars on your wrists, you said that this will be the last night feeling like this.." It sounds like a morbid or depressing song, and for some people, it may be. Everyone's music taste varies, and no one has the exact same taste in music, but I think this song pertains to people who are going through a rough patch in their life.<br />
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<b>8. </b><i>Numb- Linkin Park</i><br />
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For all the Linkin Park fans, myself included, I personally think that their old music is better and more relatable but hey, that might just be me. This song has always been a personal favorite, because everyone comes across at least one person in their lives who expects them to change who they are to please others. I also love that he describes the feeling of having no feeling, of just being numb. It's something that a person going through depression can relate to, or at least, I hope so. It's definitely something I can relate to.<br />
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<b>7. </b><i>Hold on Till May- Pierce the Veil</i><br />
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You may, or may not have heard of Pierce the Veil, but they are one of my favorite bands ever. I like their sound, even though Vic sounds like a girl. Gah, sorry, I'm rambling about random things that have nothing to do with the whole topic of this post. Ok, so this song really gets me, especially when he says "Darling, you'll be ok." This song is slightly corny, with the typical lyrics about love, but the song also talks about making her feel beautiful once again, and that things may seem rough and unbearable for the moment, but they will get better.<br />
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<b>6. </b><i>To Write Love on Her Arms- Hawthorne Heights.</i><br />
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<b>*Warning this song may be triggering!* </b>Next on my list is "To Write Love on Her Arms" which is a cover of "the Way She Feels." This song talks about cutting, plain and simple. This song is very sad, and it may not be the thing to pick you back up, because this song is depressing and a more mellow paced song, but it sort of explains the way a cutter feels, what goes through their mindsets when they decide to cut, or end their life. Don't listen to this song if you are easily triggered, because I don't want to be the reason for more scars on your skin. Listen at your own risk.<br />
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<b>5. </b><i>The Middle- Jimmy Eat World</i><br />
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Here's one of the most catchy, and upbeat songs I could think of. Give or take, this is the only song I know by Jimmy Eat World, but so be it. This song is a more happy song than some of the others I have picked out, and it's never not a good song. (Whoops, that was a double negative.) My favorite part of this song is "Hey, you know they're all the same. You're doing better on your own, so don't buy in. And live right now, yeah just be yourself. It doesn't matter if it's good enough, for someone else." I think the message is clear, be yourself, and don't bother with what other people think, because you know what? You only have to deal with these annoying people for 4 more years, and then you're free to be who you are, and the sooner you learn to let go of what other people think, the better your life becomes, trust me.<br />
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<b>4. </b><i>Lullaby- Nickelback</i><br />
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This song is just... Oomph! Look, maybe Nickelback isn't your cup of tea, and you hate them. Personally I don't see how anyone can hate Nickelback because I think they're one of the most incredible bands ever, but that's my opinion, so yeah. Even if you can't stand the existence of Nickleback, I encourage you to just listen to this song. This song has helped me through so many hard times, and I think it's really a helpful battle song. "Well I know the feeling, of finding yourself out on a ledge, and there ain't no healing, from cutting yourself with the jagged edge." That's the opening line of the song, and it just personally relates to me, so that's why it's so high on the list.<br />
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<b>3. </b><i>Titanium- David Guetta featuring Sia.</i><br />
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I personally do not understand why it's by David Guetta, because he does not sing once in this entire song. This song is so powerful, and I think it's just one of those songs that makes you feel stronger when you sing it. To me, it's my invincibility song. I love this song personally because it says that you can try your hardest to physically break me, but in the end, I am stronger than you think. "I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose. Fire away, fire away. Ricochet you take your aim, fire away, fire away. You shoot me down, but I won't fall, I am titanium..." If you haven't heard this song yet, I highly recommend listening to it!<br />
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<b>1. </b><i>Fix You- Coldplay OR Unbreakable- Fireflight</i><br />
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Depression is a very serious topic, and I sincerely hope that this list helps you when you want to give up, break down, and give up the fight. I'm always here for you, and you're never going to be alone. Until next time,<br />
Enlightening Tale Brethren.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4551785839580478951.post-88673635908747975082013-10-09T08:18:00.001-07:002014-01-21T08:14:12.508-08:00Internet GuildelinesHello, random citizen reading this post. I feel the need to warn you that you're in that weird part of the internet again. I'm sure you can find some indie blog that's much cooler than mine. (Yes, I just did a Taylor Swift reference, shoot me.) So I find that people on the internet really piss me off, to the point where I would like nothing more than stabbing each, and every one of them. Unfortunately, it's still illegal to stab people for being stupid, but maybe someday... Anyway, I'm going to present you with some guidelines on how to survive the internet, and successfully avoid pissing off any and all other internet users. This might as well be your bible to life.<br />
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<b>1. Opinions are like buttholes. Everyone has one, and they stink.</b><br />
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This is the internet, a universal tool that is, sadly, not used for its true purpose, but instead used for getting into arguments with strangers, and looking up songs about the sound a fox makes. You're going to run across people who you're going to really despise, hidden behind usernames like <b>OneDirectionXoXo</b>, or <b>TwilightLover2009</b>.<br />
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I can't even count how many times a day I am scrolling through my social media sites, and I literally cringe at the increasing lack of proper spelling, punctuation, and grammar. Look, it is not cute that you are 24 years old and have a "major" in English, but U STIL tYp3 1iK3 tH1s. Or if you type something like "OMG! 1 D!rect!on jUsT aNnOuNc3d th@t they r going to b coming 2 Dallas!" It makes you look as though you lack intelligence. This is America, we speak English here, not bingo. I cannot think of any possible reason you could have for not spelling words correctly. Unless you're 4 years old and still rocking out to the Wiggles, you have no legit excuse as to why you cannot at least make an attempt at spelling. I admit wholeheartedly that I am a grammar Nazi, and I will not speak to you if you type "you" as "yu", or "before" as "b4." Either spell correctly, or I am going to throw a dictionary at your face. This is why aliens won't talk to us.<br />
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I am terribly sorry that I have offended you with my off-hand comment on how big of a jerk Justin Bieber has become. Sometimes I don't follow my own rules. But I regret to inform you that when you angrily type. Like. This. All I can do is laugh. First off, that makes it look like your keyboard has asthma, instead of anger; Or my favorite is when you TYPE LIKE THIS. Oh my goodness, you're going all CAPS on me, and I'm certainly terrified. Please, just stop. You look dumb, and you're not really getting your point across.<br />
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You are surrounded by complete strangers, so why be anyone other than yourself? You're not here to impress people, you're here to be frivolous online. For starters, your Facebook profile. You're 12, so I'm pretty sure you are not the owner of iTunes, and I'm also fairly certain that you do not work at "my mom." You're 12, sit down and go watch Power Rangers and Yu-Gi-Oh! Also, stop photoshopping your photos. You're beautiful just the way you are, and if you ever go missing, how am I supposed to find you when you look like Taylor Swift online, and Mick Jagger in real life? Stop lying, stop trying to act cool. Just be yourself.<br />
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I realize that Facebook asks you "What's on your mind?" and it's fine to rant; I do it everyday. However, there is a fine line between telling everyone what's on your mind, and just being annoying. There are certain things that should remain private online such as your age, address, credit card number, and certain things that are happening in your life. Like the whole 12 year olds being in a "complicated relationship." What did he do, steal your animal crackers? I don't really care that your "babe" just made you a gourmet meal, you're going to lounge around in your bathrobe all weekend, or your babe "caught you sleeping."<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">They say "Sticks and stones may break my
bones, but words can never hurt me." But that's false, because I think
words might be the most powerful weapon of all. Physical bruises heal and
eventually go away, but words are different. For every unkind word you've ever
said about someone, I can guarantee someone heard it, and they won't be quick
to forget about it.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">People seem to forget that words have a lot more
of an impact than you seem to realize. One unkind word can ruin someone's day
or even make them choose to end their own lives. You can word something a
certain way and make everyone go against a person. Yeah, words are that
powerful.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">As Demi Lovato says "<b>People say sticks and stones may break
your bones, but names can never hurt you, but that's not true. Words can hurt.
They hurt me. Things were said to me that I still haven't forgotten."</b></span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Words don't always hurt, because with some people
it's easy to just let their criticism roll off your shoulders, but other times
it's not that simple. We've all been called a mean name at some point, or we've
all called someone else one. No one here is just the victim, because for every
unkind word you've received, you have thrown out just as many at
someone else. It doesn't matter what you've called them, because any degrading
or vulgar word are equally painful. There really isn't much difference between
being called an "idiot" and being called a "wh***" because
both of them are going to hurt.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Some words do hurt more to be called, but either
way it still hurts to be insulted. I've had my share of scars left from words,
but I know that I've also thrown out the same words at other people. You get
what you receive. The problem with insulting people besides the fact that
it's inhumane and wrong, is that it can change your perception on things.
If you tell someone enough times that they're ugly, stupid, or fat, eventually
they're going to believe it. I know that from personal experience. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">What gives
you the right to make someone else hate themselves? <b>"You made me
hate my own reflection, question every choice I make.. So I can try to be
perfect, but I won't try to be fake." </b>That was a song by my favorite
band, Sleeping With Sirens.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;"> That's why I always try to give people
compliments, because I think a comment can make or break someone else's day,
and change someone's perspective. If you tell someone they're beautiful, they
won't believe you. But if you tell them they're worthless, stupid, or ugly,
they're going to remember it for the rest of their lives. Words cannot be
unsaid, and they can't be forgotten. The point of this rant is please think
about what you're saying before you decide to say them. If you're one of those
people who think it's funny to hurt others, I hope you step on a Lego, and I
hope it haunts you forever that you're the reason for the scars on someone else's
skin.</span><b><span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Times;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
<!--EndFragment-->Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4551785839580478951.post-84159652924960559792013-09-17T21:00:00.001-07:002014-01-21T08:13:18.625-08:00Hate Comments on Videos<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 27.1875px;">Ok, so we've all been on the internet and stumbled across an opinion that we did not agree with. Everyone is entitled to their own opinions, and opinions are like pizza. But in this case, the difference between your opinion and pizza is I asked for pizza. There are always those people who think they're just so cute by being rude and offensive over the internet, or even in real life.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 27.1875px;">Take for example, YouTube. I scroll through the comments whenever watching a video, because often times people have really funny things to say. But this is one of those times when I wish I could just kick people off the internet. I was watching a video by Blood on the Dance Floor, specifically Rise & Shine. Well, I get bored as usual and proceed to scroll through the comments, and this is where things take a turn for the ugly.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 27.1875px;">On the video, someone thinks that it'd be funny to write (I edited this comment, due to vulgar language) "<i>You guys are awful. Anyone who listens to you deserves to get bullied.</i>"</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 27.1875px;">Uh, excuse me? No, just no. No one deserves to get bullied. It doesn't matter if your favorite band is Blood on the Dance Floor, or listening to traditional hymns sung by hobos. Bullying is a serious topic that can have some very devastating consequences.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 27.1875px;">You have just as much of a right to enjoy Blood on the Dance Floor without being put down for it as anyone who listens to Pearl Jam, the Beatles, or even Katy Perry. Words are like bullets, and they hurt when used in a degrading way. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 27.1875px;">What gives you the right to say that a band sucks or lacks talent? Yes, you may not like that band, and that's absolutely fine. But they worked hard to be where they currently are, and no matter how much you hate their music, that band saved someone else's life. Yes, it may seem shocking, that such an "awful" band could ever save someone's life, but it's true. And your taste in music isn't perfect either. I guarantee someone out there thinks the music you listen to sucks just as much as whatever band you're currently bashing on. I mean, I'm not a huge fan of One Direction or Justin Bieber, but I'm not going to go bash on their music simply because I don't like them. I mean, I'm not famous <b>ALL OVER THE WORLD</b>, and I'm not rolling in piles of money.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 27.1875px;">So think before you speak, or in this case, type. Words can have some seriously devastating consequences when not used correctly. So think about that before you decide to call Taylor Swift a (insert offensive and distasteful word here), Niall Horan ugly, or Mick Jagger untalented. They worked just as hard as you, and they are people.</span></span></div>
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