Sunday, January 27, 2013

Hardcore doodle

Inside of my Catcher in the Rye book. You can see how productive I am in english class, can't you?

Opinions of One Direction Part 2

Well I guess people liked my last post about One Direction, even if I don't really remember what the heck I wrote. All I know is that it was one badly written piece of crap, so I'll try to improve with this one. Like my other post, I will be talking about one of their songs. This one in particular is called Little Things. At first this song was forgivable because I just thought "wow, poor guys. They didn't write the song, and now they have to be subjected to this embarrassment."
And then I learned one startling fact...They did write this song themselves. It's one of the only ones they've written. And I have to say they should call their team of song writers back on in from their extended vacation and tell them to get back to work. Also I think their music video producers were taking an elongated coffee break during the music video. Because if you think about it, the whole thing are just five semi attractive boys sitting in a high class studio....more specifically sitting in a soul circle, facing each other, and singing at each other. I can't even sing to my cat, I don't understand how people can sing at each other, I bet it's awkward as hell. Also it looked like one of the boys had a serious self conscious moment because the whole thing looked like each frame had been de-noised until the bare minimum of details were there, so whoever had the gross ass acne was saved. De-noise. What a joke.
Any way, I'll get to the song itself now. I'll do it in a timeline fashion:

The first incident of bad lyrics would be this, contributed by Zayn: And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks. What does that even mean???? I would understand if he said that he was connecting your freckles, like joining your freckles with lines or something. But the way he said that is like he's attaching dots to her face, most likely stickers. That's just mean! Who would bully their girlfriend by sticking stickers on all their freckles to point them out to her. God Zayn.

Next awkward line, credits given to Liam: 
You've never loved your stomach or your thighs,
the dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine, but I love them endlessly. Maybe it's just because I'm incredibly immature, but when I heard the words thighs I cringed. I don't know why! Basically he's like "Yeah girl, you're pretty chunky, and I know that you know that. But It's okay because I love your fat..." Wait, but that wouldn't happen. This is another example of One Direction taking advantage of self conscious girls. Their basically telling the female population out there that "you guys should all be our fans because we don't care what you look like, we just love you, so you have to love us, and....what the hell am I talking about????" Yeah. 

This one has to be the most cringable line, sung by the one and only "I only date older woman" Harry: I know you've never loved the sound of your voice on tape, you never want to know how much you weigh (sounds like how much you ate in song, which would be stupid. Because what did the poor girl do, blind fold herself while she ate and just shove it all in?) You still have to squeeze into your jeans, but you're perfect to me...........No. Just no. This confirms that they are singing their love to a self conscious overweight girl. Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to offend anyone. You can be self conscious and skinny, and not self conscious and overweight. But the girl in this song is definitely those two things. This girl, if she was real, would feel so bad right now! If she was self conscious she would obviously want to hide all the stuff she feels bad about from her boyfriend. If her boyfriend is just singing about all her flaws to her in a song and then being like: yeah, it's okay that you're gross and you have freckles and you're fat, because I love you, so no matter what I say I'm being nice.
No he is not being nice. Also he's saying that she has to squeeze into her jeans...well, what do you want her to do, wear bell bottoms? Sag? Let her wear whatever the hell she wants. God. 

So that was my post about One Direction. I still have a lot more to talk about. I'm not done with you One Direction.
Oh no. I am not. 

My Very First Accident

I know what you all are thinking. I'm about to recount the time when I was three years old and I peed my pants at a wedding, or when I broke my brothers arm, or when I kicked my uncle in the balls.
Well no. I'm not going to talk about that.
I actually haven't ever done those three things.
I'm talking about an accident of the grown up kind. A real world accident.
As some people might know I started driving last weekend, and I'm pretty much a pro. Lol. No. Well I went driving with my mom this morning, on real big kid streets. That wasn't the problem, I was fine at that. But then....my mom started thinking that I was actually good at driving.
She should have never assumed that.
So she asked me to park next to this giant ass jeep and I was like "Sure mom! I got this!"
So I was going to make a tight turn to try to get right next to this car. I was feeling pretty confident, and I was in a mode where I thought I couldn't do anything wrong. I was parking near the beach, so there were tons of empty parking spots. But I was practicing.
Well I turned in real tight, and I slammed right into the jeep. Like right into it. I hit the car. I did. No denying it. One week of driving. I failed.
Well anyway, the car alarm went off. I started backing away because I was in the mode of criminal fleeing the crime scene. But NO! NO WAY, there was a giant black lady in the car. She was your classic pissed off grocery store cashier who yells at you for buying too many vegetables and shit like that. She got out of that car and yelled "Why did it have to be my car! Why couldn't you have hit any other car! There were so many parking spaces to chose from!"
It's hard to explain the tone of voice she said this in. But I thought I was going to be shot, or strangled, or knifed. I was literally trembling.
Oh and guess what else.......
I was driving my moms red mercedes.
How do you think her car looks now?
Yeah.
Thought so.

How to be a popular blogger

Now I realize that what I have to do when I blog is insert tons of keywords people will search, like mainstream stuff. So if I put One Direction, girls, love, girlfriend, scandal, tattoos all into one blog post someone might be searching something obnoxious like: Do One Direction keep on getting more tattoos because they're trying to impress their girlfriends?.... then I might get a couple hits.
I'm just doing this because I'm an attention whore.
I can't really see anything right now because when I put my contacts in I leave my glasses right next to the sink. Later when I wash my hands and stuff water and soap and all this other crap gets all over my glasses, so my vision is quite limited at the moment. Good thing I'm a master typer and I don't need to look at the screen....(90 words per minute average right here guys).
As I've been blogging about my life, I realize that I haven't put anything that could be relevant to other teenagers or actually anyone for that matter. So I could still blog about my life but blog about more common topics, like: dating, teachers, sports, social life, celebrities, music, DIY. Actually I have no idea. I don't have any opinions on dating, celebrities, sports, and definitely not DIY. I doodle a ton, but that isn't DIY. Like what would I say, DIY folder: learn how to decorate your folder with style....Which is lame.
But yeah. I also need to improve the amount of posts I create. I'm a pretty lazy person, and sometimes it's just too difficult to write, my brain is working slower and slower each day. I can feel it.
So yeah, those are my thoughts at this moment.
Stay tuned for some more mainstream stuff (which probably includes One Direction) and I'll see y'all later (at school).
Adios.

Saturday, January 26, 2013

LOOK AT THIS

HEY GUYS!
When you type in this obnoxious question into google....guess what comes up first??????
MY BLOG.
No joke. No joke. No joke.
I'm almost relevant now.
This is crazy.

Hey! Look what I did!

I havta say it. I am great at drawing and painting irrelevant inanimate objects
I would like to applaud myself on beautifully executing that random assortment of useless objects.


Saturday, January 19, 2013

Saturday Observations

I have no excuse for not having written this week at all. It's not like I was particularly busy or anything, I just wasn't feeling it. Actually I did have to stuff to write about, but when I got home to write about it I couldn't figure out how I was going to convey the event.
Today I have something to talk about. I will convey it as best as I can. I'll start off by saying that I don't particularly like orchestra rehearsal. I go every saturday, and I never really get anything out if it. I'm just not really a fan. There are three asian boys in my section and one girl who is a total prude and I'm pretty sure playing clarinet makes up her entire life.
Well those asian boys are the hardest people to talk to ever. I say hi to one of them, and the guy will literally just blink at me or maybe mutter something unintelligible and then sit down. After that half assed greeting we won't say anything to each other the rest of the rehearsal. Today I noticed that one of the boys was wearing glasses with a nike symbol on them.
Wait......I didn't know nike made gross ass nerdy glasses. Well I guess they do, and the exact color of the nike symbol on the kids glasses was on his shoes. This kid always wears sports clothing to rehearsal. Always gray sweatpants and some kind of sporty t-shirt and tennis shoes. What makes this weird though is that this kid looks like if he got out on lets say a basketball court he wouldn't even be able to run and would just lurch all over the place. Like I can't even imagine him running, I'm pretty sure he couldn't run in a straight line and would move erratically and somewhat disturbingly. But what's really weird is that then I looked around at the rest of the asian boys in the orchestra.
THEY WERE ALL DRESSED THE EXACT SAME WAY! And they all looked like they could never ever play a sport ever. One boy in the back of the 2nd violin section was wearing soccer pants and a button down plaid shirt.....with nike tennis shoes.
I wouldn't say I'm a fashionista or anything. But come on people. You should at least learn how to look normal.
That is all.

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Opinions on One Direction part 1

Okay. I have hated One Direction since they first started singing their little British hearts out on the radio. Their debut song was that incredibly annoying song called What Makes you Beautiful. If I recall correctly they're basically singing about how this girl is beautiful because she is insecure and has self image issues. They don't say she's beautiful because "she doesn't need makeup to cover up".  Instead that line is just part of the reason she doesn't know she's beautiful. They only really state that she's attractive because she's self conscious. This implies that men of One Direction are taking advantage of this poor girl. Also because they all like one girl it probably means that they have some kind of stupid ass plot to ruin her or something like that.
I also want to mention that I learned all their names two days ago. There's one guy named Zain, who I thought was pretty cool because he is half Pakistani and didn't like a douchebag as much as the other four members. But then I learned that he calls himself Zayn, and now I just think he's a tool.
I have to admit that their voices are pretty good, and their harmony is good as well. I don't hate all their songs, but I do have to say that their lyrics overall could use a lot of improvement. When I say a lot, I mean A LOT. They say some pretty dumass stuff no one should ever say.
I don't hate them anymore though, actually I kind of like them. Maybe it's because I heard one of their other songs besides What Makes You Beautiful over the weekend and they didn't sound all that bad. Also the music video was kind of sweet, even though they press the British thing way to much, but I will talk about that later. There's so much to criticize! It's crazy!
Well, that'll have to be another time.

Falafel Lunch

I realize my blogging effort level has gone down, but that basically just reflects my effort level in general for all activities. For starters I want to say I got my braces adjusted yesterday, and it hurts super badly. I saw this kid from school at the orthodontists office, he was brushing his teeth at one of the sink station things. And I stood right behind him and was like "What are you doing here???" I think it really freaked him out. I have first period science with him, and we had a great discussion about braces during class.
Anyway, I'll get to the main point.
Recently my family has been really into middle eastern food. This basically just means my brother. He and my mom controls what my family eats (except I control the flow of graham crackers). My brother got really into middle eastern food after we went to Israel and Jordan. This includes an unnatural obsession with falafel, shwarma, babaganoush, hummus, and tahini. I have no problem with this food. Except for one small things. COSTCO FALAFEL.
No one in their right mind should buy little falafel patties that you need to defrost in the microwave from Costco. Don't get me wrong, I love Costco (that's where you can buy graham crackers in bulk).
Well anyway, my brother bought falafel and didn't buy pita, and so we've been eating plain falafel.
Do you know how gross it is to take my four little grayish falafel patties out of the plastic bag, put them on a paper towel and wait in the microwave line in the cafeteria???? No you have no idea. Because no one eats falafel for lunch.
The microwave line is a key social gathering point in our school, it's where all the hardcore gossip goes down (not really) and only the cool kids heat up their lunches (also a lie). But waiting in the middle of the cafeteria standing in a 10 person line all by yourself is incredibly awkward, as you wait for some noob to take 3 minutes to heat up water for the ramen cup noodles. It makes it more awkward when people ask what the hell you're holding in the plastic bag.
But I can deal with it, and become a food icon. Which I will do.
That is all.

Sunday, January 6, 2013

A Canadian Tree



 This, my friends, Is a Canadian tree.
At first it looks no different than any other tree. But then you realize how special it really is.
Actually it's not special at all, it was kind of dying when I drew it, so it might have perished by now. At least the tree has this as tribute to its life...
I drew this on a mini sketchpad (travel size) so I had to use two pages.
That is all.

Nothing to Say

I have nothing much to say to you. Sources say successful blogs are updated consistently and regularly, so I'll do that. I've been reading up on successful blogs, and I don't think my blog meets any of those standards. Maybe this blog will be one of those things I show my kids when I'm fifty so they'll think I'm cool. Well...maybe they won't think I'm cool, but they'll know about my high school thoughts.
I have to make a portfolio for the summer camp Interlochen because I'm trying to get into the advanced drawing program. I'm totally lost, I have no idea what to draw. I guess I can use some of my old stuff, but I've never really taken drawing in school so I have nothing to show. I'm more of a doodler in my free time. To actually get motivated to draw is hard for me. Doodling is fun though.

I've noticed that on Gmail and Blogger you can't indent to start a paragraph. My writing looks really weird because of that.
That is all.

Saturday, January 5, 2013

Opinionated Music Selection

This an awesome song by my favorite band, A Silent Film.
The music video is kinda iffy, not my favorite. I'm not really into music videos, they're kind of pointless.
Well anyway...listen to the song!!

Canada

I realize I have a lot of time on my hands rights now, so I'll write the post about Canada now.
Actually I don't have that much time. I'm supposed to be practicing clarinet because in 2 hours I have a seating audition.
Eh. Whatevs.
Well anyway, I'll start off by telling you bout my past skiing experiences. Downhill skiing, to clarify. I first went downhill skiing when I was five years old or so. I don't remember it that clearly, all I know was that the sprite in the cafeteria soda machine was just fizzy water and it was big disappointment.
OH YEAH. Now I remember. I SUCK at downhill skiing. I've done it three times, and especially in Canada where my family likes to go, even the green hills are super long and super hard and super....ugh. TERRIBLE.
So this year I didn't go downhill skiing.
Instead............I went cross country skiing. If people don't know what that it, it's like skiing, but for people who are too scared to go downhill and want to see 'scenery' (which is just endless snow with endless trees, and endless blue sky with mountains in the distance). It's mostly an old people thing. Not judging old people, or the young people who do it, just saying.
My mom loves cross country skiing. She doesn't want to go alone and my mom didn't want me sitting around all of winter break (not that I would do that or anything....). I think I cross countried like 20 miles, and I also went hiking with my brother. I was pretty sporty, or outdoorsy or whatever you want to call it.
But even though my mom loves cross country she is SOOOOO slow. No joke, it's like she's doing geriatric exercises while she skis. So me and David (my big bro) took the harder level of cross country path.
Not a good idea.
Every time we went downhill, well pretty much every time I started screaming, and I didn't want to die so I just aimed at a snow pile and wiped out in an epic manner. I think the most memorable experience was when four people were going up the hill while me and David were going down. It's hard to stop yourself, or control where you're going.
So I closed my eyes and screamed GET OUT OF THE WAY over and over again, while the people got really freaked out. I actually closed my eyes, not thinking of the consequences, and nothing bad happened so it's all good. Except when we had to turn a corner right when the downhill slope was ending. David was totally just standing in the middle of the path. So I screamed GET OFF THE STREET and then instead of turning I just went straight and landing in the snow and just sat there....For like five minutes.

Skiing is really not my thing.
Just saying.

Laziness

Yes. I am lazy. I am incredibly lazy, which is why I haven't written anything on this blog for a super long time. I can't say I've been busy...because I haven't. I actually have been sitting around most of winter break.
Well, I went to Canada. But I sat around there a lot too. Instead I've been occupying my time with incredibly lame stuff. Mostly TV watching. But OH NO, don't judge me. I would NEVER watch TV on the TV. I only watch TV on my computer, because I feel it's more respectable that way. Which it isn't. But I don't really care.
So my accomplishments over break include watching all 3 seasons of Pretty Little Liars, all 2 season of Awkward., and some of this korean show called King of Dramas.
And no. I don't speak korean fluently, so I use subtitles. I've tried to watch one of those shows without subtitles ad I was incredibly confused.
I want to make more posts. So I'll talk about Canada in my next post. I loved Canada, no joke. It's awesome. Everyone makes fun of Canada (including me, mostly because I watch South Park). But even though Canada is easy to make fun of, I actually came to the realization that I would not mind living there. It's so pretty! There's so much snow! And I love snow and winter because I like wearing sweaters. In Canada I could wear as many sweaters as I wanted!!!!
That is all.