Uneducated Thoughts: The Female Gives Up Politics For Lent

Hey guys.
I'm just going to start this one out by saying
I don't care.
Now, don't immediately think I have become apathetic about my life.
Or have been totally reborn as a nihilist.
No.
I'm just giving up on trying to care about politics.
Now, I know, I know.
It's my country.
It's other peoples countries.
Its the way the world goes and I should participate in making it an ultimately better place.
But
let's face it.
I'm no feminist.
I wish I were a guys sometimes, not because I'm attracted to girls or anything,
but because I just respect guys more.
And I know, that's such an awful, heteronormative, gender-normy thing.
But I just don't care anymore.
Almost all of the people I look up to are guys.
(I'll admit, they aren't the manliest men in the world, but they're people that I honestly respect)
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I read an article in the paper a little while ago
about how it's weirder to see a young boy wearing dresses than a young girl wearing guys clothing
because we still see girls as the lesser gender.
So why would a boy want to become weaker?
I just thought I should share that.
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Speaking of the paper!
I can't even read it anymore.
I used to really enjoy it,
but now all I read is the film reviews, because that's the only escape from.
"Blahblahblah Barack Obama blahblahblah guns blahblahblah massacre"
It's all so depressing.
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Additionally,
(because I'm just gonna spill my guts out all over this post)
I've become so sick of listening.
I mean, sure, I'm still open to listen and help when it's needed.
But I have been feeling so ready to just give that up,,
so willing to force my opinions onto others.
It's kind of a shame.
I feel so selfish.
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I've been wanting an old instant film camera aLOT lately.
(Maybe inspired by this old video I found hanging around on the internet)
But I'm not willing to pay hundreds of dollars for it.
I've been looking in antique stores for one, but I haven't found one yet.
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I've been doing a lot of art as well.
It's a really good way to get your mind off of things.

It's a quote from a
Driftless Pony Club song.

I made this one an hour ago.
And I drew this last night when I couldn't sleep.

(It says 'calm.')

It's really an enjoyable pastime, and it's something I'd love to incorporate into my future.
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Um. Well.
That's all I have for you this week.
Check out my youtube for more videos.
See ya.

Bye.

Uneducated Thoughts: Sunday Anxiety Haircut

Hey guys.

It's Sunday again.
And you know what that means.
School begins again tomorrow.
And you know what that means.
I'm terrified.
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Okay, honestly, I'm not really scared of attending school.
Oh no, it's not fear that dominates my emotions every Sunday.
It's pure, uninterrupted loathing.
(And, okay, a little bit of fear)
This loathing is largely due to the fact that I hate school, I don't really like anyone at school, and at school I'm forced to do all sorts of things I don't particularly enjoy.
(Like hand-write quickly, and talk to people, and math)
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I'm seeing a counselor soon.
I'm kind of worried it won't work.
I've just been focused on my problems for a while now,
what if they don't count?
Above all else, I'm scared that this will all end up being an elaborate hoax created by my brain to get attention.
I just...
I don't know.
I'm scared.
I don't want the therapy to not work, and I don't want my problems to be much more mild than I think they are.
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I'm getting a haircut on Wednesday.
FINALLY.
I'm going to do something a little bit different.
Not so many bangs on the forehead.
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I feel...Kind of frustrated.
With myself.
I feel like I'm such a sad, pitiful little person.
Dwelling on my issues.
Worrying.
Doubting myself.
Regretting past decisions.
Loathing most parts of myself.
Wishing I had someone to talk to.
Who the hell wants to be friends with that kind of person, y'know?
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Oh well.


Bye.

Hey, Look! I Posted Something! (AKA: My Daily Dose Of Awkward)

 Hello. I'm back. I know, I know. You missed me.
All three of you.
 Anyway, sorry for not posting in a while. I was...busy. Doing...things. No, really! I do things! Today, for instance, I went shopping (with my mom...) And got my daily dose of 'I'm-really-sorry-I'm-terribly-awkward-around-people'. Now, you might think "Oh, hey. The female went shopping! I wonder if she got some shoes." But, no. I didn't get any shoes. What I did get was brownie mix, trash bags, and a whole lot of mental instability.
 First, we went to BJ's. Y'know, the one that sells large quantities of items and looks kinda shady? Yeah, you know that place. So, as you can probably guess, I don't really love that store. Getting past the electronics section was probably the worst part, considering the fact that I had to listen to a hundred different voices speaking from a hundred different devices at a hundred different paces. Scary, right? Once I got past there, I was basically ready to burst. I think that's when I started getting a little...weird.

Man, I am such a skilled artist.

I was glad when we finally got to leave, even thought I knew the next place wouldn't be much better.
We were going to Walmart.
Oh, wait. Excuse me. I mean, We were going to Walmart. I think Walmart  Walmart is, officially, the bane of my existence. First of all, there's the creepy people who are forced to greet you at the door, which, in my opinion, is really scary.

This is what I see every time I walk inside.

 Then, they're all so helpful. They're all like "Oh, hey. Let me do that for you!" And then I'm thinkin' What the heck? I thought I was doing fine. I guess I'm just not good at taking people's help. Much in the way I'm not good at taking compliments.

 I was happy to come home and collapse in front of the computer. 

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Well, yeah. That's my day. Sounds fun, right? Yeah, I didn't think so. Oh, well. I'm home now. Just, y'know, chillin' with my cat. I'll be posting again soon (hopefully). 

Otherwise, well. You'll just have to deal with it. :)

It's The Little Things That Manage To Annoy The Heck Outta Me

            I know that I've already made a whole page for it, but I just don't feel I've talked to you enough about the things that annoy me. So, here we go.
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             Now, if you've ever been on the internet, you've probably seen something like this:

WHAT DOES IT SAY!?!?!?

You know these things. They're everywhere. They pop up just about every time you try to do something on the internet. I believe the point of these is to keep laser-equipped robots from hacking into your confidential information. But, all they seem to do is annoy the heck out of me. I mean, sometimes they're alright, like the one above, but if they look like this:

Then there's no way you're ever going to even guess what it says. You will constantly try refreshing the page and deciphering that code, but it never works. Your computer fills up with messages like this:

At this point, they seem to think you are a laser-wielding robot trying to hack someone's account. You should really give up.

But you don't.

You will keep trying to get it right, convincing yourself that the next one will be easier, but they never are. Eventually, you get a final message and you decide it's not worth it. You go back to doing whatever else you want to do, but there's always that little message, nagging you.

"I will destroy you."

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             I'm now going to describe my annoyance with people like someone I will call "Jerk" for the sake of privacy. Jerk has never been very kind to me, but I've grown to know that he's going to keep being an idiot. I'm not as annoyed with him anymore, but there's still one thing that gets me every day.

             Every morning, while walking to the bus stop, Jerk decides it's necessary to launch a large glob of mucus onto the nearest patch of dry land, splattering it with sticky globs of mouth-snot.

Repulsive...

This little action drives me insane. It repulsive and unsanitary, as well as just plain stupid. If you need to remove the mucus from your throat, do it discreetly, don't leave it there, baking on the sidewalk like a disgusting little slug. Every time this happens, I have to restrain myself from ranting on about the dangers of salivating on every object in sight. I want to shout thing like "FIRE!" every time that little package of mouth-snot is ejected from his face. I have to stop myself from saying "Fire the cannon!" or "Unleash the Kraken!" when Jerk does that.

And believe me, it's hard.

I swear, one day I will say something, and he better watch out if he keeps doing it. If I can slay potatoes, I can slay Jerks. They're practically the same thing.

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             There's another type of jerk, too. I'll call him Jerk2.0. Jerk2.0 thinks he's perfect. Every day in gym class I have to listen to the constant stream of bossiness that spews from his face. Even when we're doing something simple, like volleyball, he manages to act like the boss of the whole team. Jerk2.0 will mirthlessly "help" you until you manage to do something better than him until the class ends. He messes up, too. So he's really just being a hypocrite.

You People Disgust Me...

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             Alright! I'll try to post more frequently. Chapter 3 of Henry Is Almost done!

SOPA

         If you're an internet user in the U.S., you've probably heard of a potential law known as SOPA. Today, January 18, millions of people all over the internet are rising against this. It's everywhere.

Google's homepage, notice the text at the bottom.

Even games! 

       What is SOPA? SOPA is a law that government is planning to pass to limit the amount of people downloading things illegally. But in reality, many people believe his law will do much more. By not allowing any copyrighted material to be used, SOPA could shut down many popular websites, such as Twitter and Facebook. It could also delete videos that use clips from TV Shows or copyrighted music. A video of someone singing a popular song could be erased. Essentially, SOPA is really scary.
SOPA is bad.
        Today, millions of people are fighting back to stop SOPA. I'm posting this to make sure all the people reading my blog know what this is, and how much it will limit the internet if passed. I don't think this is a good thing.
It must be stopped.

Bad Morning

      My morning:

1. My dad's alarm halfway woke me up at 5:00 in the morning.
2. I fell back asleep and had a long, complex dream about find the album No by They Might Be Giants (which our family has been missing for some time) in the bottom of a cardboard bread crumb tube
3. My mom woke me up late at 7:00
4. I took a shower,
5. got dressed,
6.  ran downstairs and ate a nectarine
7. Looked in bread crumb tube for album
8. Was unsuccessful
9. Ate a yogurt while looking on the school website for the time the bell rings
10. freaked out because I couldn't find it
11. Looked for my shoes
12. Let my mom look in the school handbook for the bell time
13. got in car
14. arrived at school on time (Hallelujah!)

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  Ugh. Worst morning ever. (Probably) I got to school on time, though (courtesy of my mother). Then I got an awesome compliment in language arts, and everything was better. My teacher even gave me extra time to finish it. Not the best day otherwise, but tomorrow will be better. I hope I have another good dream tonight, I really enjoyed last night's.