tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80042705388343911522024-03-13T10:26:59.470-07:00Relevancy Procrastination and Other Fine Arts Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17768885911091046649noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004270538834391152.post-3228277497688859452014-06-25T20:55:00.000-07:002014-06-25T20:55:36.378-07:00Biking on the Sidewalk So I know I haven't posted it a while. It's not because I don't have anything to write about, because I totally do. But when I write a post I have to quickly bang it out or it just sits and festers and rots and whatever, and I never finish. As I'm going about my day and such I do have ideas and I'm like, 'wow, that would be great to blog about' and then I never do it. So I'm going to try again today. Because I think I've finally found my life's biggest conundrum.<br />
Biking on the sidewalk.<br />
Everyone does it. EVERYONE. There's always a time where a biker will be like 'oh shit the street is way too dangerous and I'm probably going to die' and then they head over to the sidewalk. But all bikers, well maybe not all, but at least the hardcore ones hate when people bike on the sidewalk. They're the scum of the biking world. Yeah okay, it's passable if you have small children or the elderly or whatever, but besides that it should not be allowed. For one it puts pedestrians in harms way, and more importantly, on a busy street, it is literally impossible to bike. There is no way a person can successfully bike down a crowded street unless they knock a couple of people over, or shout at the top of their lungs, or something.<br />
So why does everyone hate it when people bike on the sidewalk? Walkers could just walk to the side of the sidewalk, and the bikers could cruise down the middle. It's really more of an inconvenience to the very elderly and the bikers themselves.<br />
So. All I'm saying, Is that I don't think biking on the sidewalk should be so frowned upon. Like today I biked to my architecture class which is downtown and I biked on the street, but there were a lot of cars and a lot of traffic and everyone was going kinda crazy. And I really really really wanted to get on the sidewalk. But do you know what prevented that from happening? My dignity.<br />
So to conclude this post.<br />
I'd like to end all this shit about biking on the sidewalk.<br />
I know it's a hazard to pedestrians and whatever.<br />
But sometimes it is necessary.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17768885911091046649noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004270538834391152.post-17618247883998341022014-04-15T06:40:00.004-07:002014-04-15T06:40:50.167-07:00I reread some of my old posts and I've come to realize that I am a huge douche bag.<br />
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So sorry Internet, I apologize for my all my douche baggery and I'll try to change my ways.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17768885911091046649noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004270538834391152.post-54124363523171960342014-04-13T16:28:00.002-07:002014-04-13T16:29:11.517-07:00Camel! Wait nevermind guys. There wasn't any really great post. It was just a long ranting sentence.<br />
Well, here's a picture of a camel!<br />
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I went to Interlochen this summer, and I asked my cabin to help collaborate on this awesome graffittied camel that I drew the outline of. I contributed the hand and some other stuff.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17768885911091046649noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004270538834391152.post-37052593134653665482014-04-13T16:19:00.001-07:002014-04-13T16:19:49.462-07:00I'M BACK Last week I started writing a new post. It was a pretty good topic, and it was fine and it had the possibility of being funny. And then....I just stopped writing it. I just lost interest and just moved on to something else. I have no idea what happened.<br />
Well anyway, spring break ended two weeks ago. And my week a three days was not long enough a time for me to rest up and rejuvenate for school. Not even summer break will get me ready for another nine months of hellish boredom. Most people say that kids are bored in school because their coursework isn't challenging enough or the subjects they are learning about aren't interesting.<br />
For me neither one is the case. Well, maybe the second one. Like in chemistry right now we're learning about solubility. I don't need to know why my sugar dissolves in my english breakfast yea, I just know that it does and that it is then sweet. Yeah I know that sounds really ignorant and lame, but it has some truth to it. Anyway, my boredom of school comes more out of how unexcited I am when I si down in my first period class and realize I have eight more hours of sitting in different metal chairs at different taupe colored desks. It's the routine.<br />
I guess I just reject the system...brah.<br />
But seriously now that spring break is over all I have to look forward to is memorial day and then summer break. I'm so excited. But I promised myself that I will force myself to be productive, because if I stay at home over summer break there's a 95% chance I'll just sit on my ass and watch a shitload of TV. Like a lot. Like tens of hours. I'm capable of it.<br />
Well I think I'm gonna go finish up that post I started writing last week (or maybe two weeks ago), and I'll get back to yall.<br />
See ya!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17768885911091046649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004270538834391152.post-71399283392500266272014-01-26T10:41:00.001-08:002014-01-26T10:41:37.564-08:00Tattoos Well it's been a while folks, and I would say a lot has happened....but that's probably a lie. I did get my drivers license but it wasn't that cool. Actually I failed my first drivers test, but it wasn't 100% my fault. I'll talk about my driving later though, but right now I have to blog about a current obsession before it goes away and I have nothing interesting to talk about at all.<br />
So anyway, I've discovered the world of tattoos.<br />
I've always liked tattoos, select ones of course, the tasteful ones, but I really didn't know anything about them. Well a couple of days ago, maybe like on tuesday, I was watching project runway allstars on hulu and I looked at suggestions and there was a show called Best Ink. I know, I know, it sounds lame. Incredibly lame. And actually it is a pretty lame show, so I switched and watched a show called Ink Master (which probably isn't much better but I enjoyed it). Both of those shows are exactly like project runway, but instead of creating dresses and such people tattoo....other people. Like on their skin. So if they mess up it will ruin that persons life. So on this show the people they do the tattoos on are called 'the skins', like they're not even people or anything, which I thought was pretty weird. But also the tattoo artists have an incredibly short amount of time to do the tattoo, like 6 hours each, where tattoo artists usually get 12. If I was a 'skin' I'd be so incredibly freaked out.<br />
Those shows are pretty much lame, but from them I do know what's important in tattoos now. Line work, color, dots and stuff, shading, and all that good stuff. And I think I've had an epiphany, because I can't wait to become a tattoo artist. I'm set on it. I'm really super duper set on becoming a tattoo artist, and my mom thinks I'm just saying that I like tattoos to spite her (seeing that I'm Jewish and all, and Jews can't get any marks on their skin), but I love tattoos. I know it hasn't even been a week, but tattoos are just so cool and exciting and awesome.<br />
You guys just won't understand.<br />
No one will understand.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17768885911091046649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004270538834391152.post-42099438487256220842013-11-11T20:06:00.000-08:002013-11-11T20:06:26.862-08:00Something I drew <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So I'm super into tan paper. It doesn't sound too special but it makes you feel so much more legit. Everything I draw on tan paper is really professional, I promise. Including this...? Sure. </div>
I've been trying to draw more. As yall know I watch a lot of TV, which is a huge waste of time, so I might as well waste my time actually doing something. I feel like I'm being productive when I draw, even if it is just another method of procrastination.<br />
So there. I'm thinking of renaming the blog Procrastination, because literally this whole thing is just documenting me and my procrastination. Blogging is procrastination itself. So yup.<br />
That's been said. Gotta go study.... (jokes).Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17768885911091046649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004270538834391152.post-36189040434289312852013-11-10T09:28:00.001-08:002013-11-10T09:28:09.564-08:00The lifestyle of procrastination I recently realized that my habit of procrastination had gone one step too far. I'm literally distracting myself from my distractions by looking for other things to distract me.<br />
Now that sentence might have been confusing for someone who doesn't understand the art of procrastination, so let me give an example. I was watching a korean drama (a historical one where the people wear the awesome hats and the badass robes) and I paused the video and went on buzzfeed to go look at stuff to.... enrich myself? Sure. And then I was like "I'll go back to the video after I'm done looking for other stuff". I procrastinate on my procrastination.<br />
But as I realized how far my procrastination had gone I also realized that I didn't want to stop procrastinating. I am procrastination. I read on the internet that procrastination becomes a lifestyle, and yes, it has become my lifestyle. Maybe it's a bad thing. But guys (sniff, sniff), this is the real me. Don't judge. I was thinking about it, and I'm pretty sure that procrastination makes you more laid back, less stressed out. I have never seen someone who procrastinates be stressed on a regular basis, leave that for the people who try to hard.<br />
I'll put some websites of procrastination below so that anyone who wants to join me in the spiritual journey of procrastination can do so no prob:<br />
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Stumbleupon<br />
BuzzFeed<br />
Designboom<br />
allkpop (K-pop, just a warning)<br />
Seoulbeats (Korean, but pretty interesting)<br />
illusion<br />
etsy<br />
tumblr<br />
facebook<br />
hulu<br />
movshare<br />
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So go ahead guys, come join me.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17768885911091046649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004270538834391152.post-71600598144979940812013-10-22T21:29:00.000-07:002013-10-22T21:29:06.893-07:00Indie MoviesI hate doing this, I really do. I hate being that person to type in "best indie movies" or "best movies Sundance 2013" into google. But I am that person. Or I have become that person.<br />
It's not because I'm being pretentious and I think the only good movies are the ones with low budgets, maybe because that makes them more pure and unaffected by other goals, such as, earning money. I feel like people hate stuff that earns money, or that has the specific goal of money making in mind. I have nothing against hollywood movies or whatever, but in general I'm not a movie person. I'm more of a TV person, cuz TV goes on forever, for 8 seasons sometimes, and it never ends so you always have something to distract yourself with. It's great.<br />
Movies aren't gratifying in the same way as TV is. Sometimes you watch TV just to waste time, and it doesn't matter exactly what you're watching because it's kind of entertaining and whatever. No, for movies you can't just want random ones and hope for the best. Because movies can be incredibly boring. Like super super boring, so you have to pick the right ones to watch. And maybe it's because I'm trying filter out a thing I have with quirky characters and douchy pretentiousness, I have to watch Indie movies. I HAVE TO. I just feel like they have so much more soul and character than some of the other movies out there, and maybe more of a personal feeling. I guess I feel connected to these movies (seriously not in an obnoxious way), but maybe it's because I haven't watched enough movies to compare it to anything.<br />
So yes, I might create a movie list in the near future, because everyone wants my suggestions... am I right guys?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17768885911091046649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004270538834391152.post-88432150264674571522013-10-17T19:50:00.001-07:002013-10-17T19:50:06.380-07:00K-pop lyrics needs makeover <div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 15px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;">
I dabble a bit in k-pop in my free time (all my free time), and there's been one thing that's really been bothering me in the k-pop world. This song, and these awful lyrics posted below. One major rule of k-pop is to never NEVER look up the lyrics because you'll hate yourself and your music taste and music in general once you understand the content of what you've been listening to. When I listen to music in english (which by the way I am a native speaker of, incase you couldn't tell because of my lacking grammar and stuff) the lyrics affect how I evaluate a song, but lyrics in korean don't really matter to me. </div>
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So the song posted below is by a relatively new k-pop band that debuted a year ago, named EXO. EXO Planet is where the twelve members of the group came from, because their whole concept is that they're aliens, and they have supernatural powers.....and yeah. Good stuff. Anyway, the company they're from isn't known for necessarily having good music, and the singers themselves rarely contribute anything to the music (not that I care), so I guess these lyrics are not the singers fault. I'll blame the company. Anyway....This song is called Wolf, and the whole point is that the members of the group are wolves.... (yes yes it does sound really dumb, and it is, but you can't say anything about it cuz....don't judge). </div>
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Just read the lyrics. READ THEM. Maybe look the song up on youtube. Then show it to all your friends with the english subtitles and be happy that you have never sung along to a song where the lyrics talk about eating someone like cheese.....yes. </div>
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EXO - WOLF</div>
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I feel the sensation; I feel it at once.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />I’ll take you in one mouthful like cheese.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />I take in [your] scent, scrutinize [your] color<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />I’ll eat you up with more refine than [drinking] wine.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Ah, but the strength in my toenail weakens, so my appetite yeah is gone.</div>
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Maybe I’m sick. Have I fallen ill?<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Yeah I’m in trouble.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Get a grip. How’d you get your heart stolen by a human?<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />It’s [the human] only a one-bite meal.</div>
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Hey bite tight and then shake, shake ‘til you lose your mind.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Hey do it in a style you’ve never tried.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Before the big full moon comes out, do away with it.</div>
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That’s right wolf. I’m a wolf. Awhooo~<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Ah I love you~<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />I’m a wolf and you’re a beauty.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />That’s right wolf. I’m a wolf. Awhooo~<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Ah I love you~<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />I’m a wolf and you’re a beauty.</div>
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I’ve fallen for this irresistible, powerful feeling and I’ve let go [of myself].<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />I like simplicity<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />The hidden thing within me has opened its eyes now.</div>
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Eeyahh~ Look at that girl fall into terror<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Can’t, can’t understand the situation before her eyes.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />‘That dirty wolf guy will end up eating me.’<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />But that’s not it. I’ve fallen in love [with you].<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />I’m already a pro. A goddess like you.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />The one who’s stolen my entire heart<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />I am only a healthy offering/sacrifice.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />I’m already a fool. A goddess like you.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />The owner who’s to pull out all of my teeth<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />I am only a faithful slave.</div>
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Hey bite tight and then shake shake ‘til you lose your mind.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Hey do it in a style you’ve never tried.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Before the big full moon comes out, do away with it.</div>
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That’s right wolf. I’m a wolf. Awhooo~<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Ah I love you~<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />I’m a wolf and you’re a beauty.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />That’s right wolf. I’m a wolf. Awhooo~<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Ah I love you~<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />I’m a wolf and you’re a beauty.</div>
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I can’t get enough of you. I’m in trouble.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />I can’t get enough of you. I’m in trouble.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh</div>
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That yellow moon teases me, that I can’t have you.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />‘But you’re only a rough beast.’<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />If you’re going to say that kind of thing, get lost. If you need [me], change me.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />I can never let her go.</div>
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I’ve fallen for this irresistible, powerful feeling and I’ve let go [of myself].<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />I like simplicity<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />The hidden thing within me has opened its eyes now.</div>
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I’ve fallen for this irresistible, powerful feeling and I’ve let go [of myself].<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />I like simplicity<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />The hidden thing within me has opened its eyes now.</div>
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That’s right wolf. I’m a wolf. Awhooo~<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Ah I love you~<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />I’m a wolf and you’re a beauty.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />That’s right wolf. I’m a wolf. Awhooo~<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Ah I love you~<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />I’m a wolf and you’re a beauty.</div>
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17768885911091046649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004270538834391152.post-12586039829373978022013-10-14T18:13:00.002-07:002013-10-14T18:13:51.819-07:00SportsWell this is my 50th blog post!<br />
woo!<br />
In this very special post I'd like to revisit my favorite subject to discuss: gym, and sports.<br />
This year shows no change in my skills because gym is STILL my worst class (after math and chemistry and some others). I don't know what's going on. Maybe it's because I don't try hard enough or because I just really can't get into a sport. I swear I've had fun playing a sport before, like I definitely have. I have vague memories of playing touch football in 4th grade, but I'm pretty sure that I was perpetually confused and just ran when they told me to. I also remember liking kickball, but then in 8th grade I missed the ball with my foot and I was done for. Maybe that was the moment that sports ended for me.<br />
Sometimes I wonder why people watch sports. Why are they so entertaining? Because I definitely don't agree with almost all of America that watching sports is enjoyable. How are watching little guys running around on a screen interesting? Especially soccer where guys are literally just running, with a plan of course, but looks pretty random. Once every half hour the ball is kicked into the net, and everyone yells GOAL, and that's my favorite part.<br />
I kind of understand basketball, because there is less running and more action, and it's kind of fun. And the games are awesome and super exciting. So in my rant against sports I will exclude basketball (which I used to play in 7th and 8th grade and I was super bad).<br />
Now I will enter the realm of something I most 100% do not understand. JERSEYS. Why is it necessary to wear a persons jersey to lets say, a Bears game, is it for the image? Do you look more like a fan, or do you feel more like a football player? I don't even know. Maybe it's a creepy worship of the player, where the fan wants to be exactly like him.<br />
I don't know.<br />
I don't care (but I do care, I just don't want to talk about it anymore).<br />
So yep.<br />
I don't know if you could tell yet, I have a B+ in gym mentality.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17768885911091046649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004270538834391152.post-67220096066620036812013-09-15T13:33:00.000-07:002013-09-15T13:33:06.558-07:00What Etsy has done to me I've realized that I have become the lamest person ever.<br />
Maybe it's just because I went to way too much camp this summer, I've been changed forever.<br />
But I can't stop thinking about crafts, like arts and crafts. Like camp stuff.<br />
It's not even like I did arts and crafts at camp, I mean I did make friendship bracelets for a profit, but come on, I shouldn't still be thinking about that. I've realized there is so many ways to make money off of doing random stuff that whenever I see anything, like a bracelet in a store or something, I just think that I could have done that, and I could have been raking in that cash years ago.<br />
Last year I discovered Etsy, and if you don't know what that is, just don't read this, or go look Etsy up or something. Well, it's a website, where people can sell the stuff they find or make online. I've seen stuff of the website that is super cool, silk screened t-shirts and handmade dresses and stuff like that. But then there are also things like handmade books and boxes and bracelets that are hilarious because they are selling them for one dollar and the shipping costs more than that.<br />
But whatever floats your boat I guess.<br />
So I started making friendship bracelets when I got home from camp, and made a couple cool ones in the attempt to sell them on Etsy. So I guess my weird handmade craft obsession (I wouldn't really call it an obsession because I don't actually try to make the crafts and because I don't spend hours looking at it online, but there's no other word for it) came from Etsy. Thanks Etsy.<br />
I would still be making bracelets to sell,<br />
but I'm not,<br />
so.........<br />
I'm out.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17768885911091046649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004270538834391152.post-76118887845958649442013-09-09T17:05:00.000-07:002013-09-09T17:05:09.935-07:00Bringing in the new year with the bus So I think I talked about this subject during the infancy of this blog (yes, I'm preparing for parenthood with this thing). But I will revisit the topic of the north side bus.<br />
It was the first day of school today, and I know nobody really wants to hear about that, because, who cares? Anyway, it had to be around 3000 degrees outside and when I stepped outside to take the bus I literally wilted.<br />
When the bus pulled up to the curb we saw four kind of scary faces staring out of the tall windows. They were the little kids who had been picked up at the new preschool that was just completed this year. They couldn't be more than four to five years old, and they were staring at us like the minute we walked on the bus they would go to hell.<br />
Before we got on the bus we had to have a stern talking to about profanity and such because the little kids might be disturbed. My question was why the school had to shove kids from the age of 4 to the age of 18 together on one bus. Buy another bus or something! Geez guys.<br />
On entering the bus it was actually hotter than outside, and now I understand what a poor lobster feels like when it's being boiled alive (which is how you cook lobsters by the way). The flow of kids onto the bus didn't stop either, they just kept coming, it was like a horrible nightmare, where I almost thought I'd have to double up with someone for my seat.... but don't worry. I would never. I deserve my space.<br />
The man who is supposed to control the rowdiness and stuff of the bus was sweating buckets, he had a button down shirt on and it was dripping. When he leaned over to check the sign up sheet sweat dripped down from his nose and forehead onto the sheet, it was a little gross (actually a lot).<br />
I'm just waiting until I get my license and can drive myself....well I'm not really sure how that's going to go either.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17768885911091046649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004270538834391152.post-91153880245851696182013-09-05T12:39:00.000-07:002013-09-05T12:39:07.396-07:00What I did this summer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So I don't remember if I mentioned this or not, but I went to Interlochen Arts Camp this summer as an advanced drawing major (lol it makes it sound all fancy). So we all had to research a modern artist, do a quick presentation and make art in the same style or inspired by the artist we chose.<br />
I chose an art collective called Barnstormers!. Basically they started off by graffitting barns in I think.... Georgia. Not sure. Then they moved onto other things and started showing in galleries, and what they also did were these long time lapses where basically one person painted a mural and then someone would paint right on top of it, either adding to it or completely destroying it.<br />
So yup.<br />
For my final project I made a time lapse using my iphone of different kids in my class drawing in charcoal.<br />
Yay!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17768885911091046649noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004270538834391152.post-62941968441306824002013-09-05T12:35:00.000-07:002013-09-05T12:35:19.385-07:00Rosh HashahahSo today is Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish new year. So guess where I was all morning?<br />
At synagogue.<br />
Which isn't a bad thing, but it does bring up some interesting issues to take into consideration.<br />
Some of the members of my synagogue are quite religious and they know all the prayers and can understand them and might even be able to read hebrew. They really take services seriously. And then there is pretty much everyone else. Some of these people can be put in the category of the 'twice a year jew', which means that they only go to temple on Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur, which are the two major Jewish holidays. This group includes but is not limited to a lot of the kids who graduated from hebrew school with me and their parents who might have only gone to synagogue more before when their kids were getting bar mitzvahed.<br />
So you have to wonder, what are all these people doing in synagogue for 2 to 4 hours?<br />
What compels them every year to listen to songs and prayers in hebrew which they can't even understand. I guess it's the tradition, and also because it's the one time of the year where they can feel spiritual or religious.<br />
Oh, and don't forget the socialization. Services always start late because everyone is catching up with their friends and relatives and people they think are their friends. Also if you didn't show up to these services then someone might realize.........<br />
"Oh, that Judy, what a bad jew, she never goes to services," something kinda along those lines.<br />
So yup.<br />
Those are my thoughts on Rosh Hashanah. Well not all my thoughts, but some of the more critical ones. Of course I like the holiday, and I wish I was a better jew and such.<br />
So yeah.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17768885911091046649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004270538834391152.post-31812767451627027262013-08-29T15:23:00.001-07:002013-08-29T15:23:50.465-07:00The friendship braceletNow many people think that friendship bracelets are merely a cute activity for little kids who have nothing better to do at summer camp. But I'm going to try to break that demeaning stereotype.<br />
Friendship bracelets deserve more recognition than that. <br />
You may ask why I respect the friendship bracelet. Well, because I am a friendship bracelet master. Kinda. I'll go more into that later when I may or may not do an official post about what I did this summer.<br />
Now back to the bracelets. They're important because of their employment values. Yes, not to make for your friend, but to sell, for a profit. Real masters never make bracelets for their friends.<br />
You basically need no particular skills to make these things, just A LOT of time and some string. So anyone can do it.<br />
Depending how gullible the customer is you can charge five big bucks for a single bracelet.<br />
Who would not hit those funds up?<br />
Not me.<br />
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17768885911091046649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004270538834391152.post-78339162647451642292013-06-06T18:33:00.003-07:002013-06-06T18:33:51.324-07:00Camels in a Car <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17768885911091046649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004270538834391152.post-82314897739885816802013-06-03T20:02:00.000-07:002013-06-03T20:02:26.060-07:00FinalsIt's time for finals. That special time of the year where everyone gets super stressed for no reason.<br />
NO REASON.<br />
Yeah it's your last test score before the end of the year, but it's not like it's gonna impact your grade THAT much. Well, it won't impact your grade enough to make up for all the stressing and worrying you've been doing for an entire week.<br />
I view finals like I view every other aspect of school, in a chill kind of way.<br />
Like guess what I did most of this fine monday afternoon?<br />
I drew faces on brightly colored pieces of paper. I'm working on an arts and crafts project, so I have a good reasons.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17768885911091046649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004270538834391152.post-46985282189400813662013-05-28T19:58:00.000-07:002013-05-28T18:55:38.033-07:00Annoying Things That I Think Are Pretty CoolSo there a some classic pet peeves and things people find annoying. But not all of these things are annoying. It's really up for interpretation. So I'll list some non annoying annoying things for you guys to digest.<br />
All pet peeves come from the website www.GetAnnoyed.com<br />
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1. NOISY EATERS<br />
Who cares? Are you jealous of that person eating? If you wanted a sandwich I bet there's a potbellies down your street. God. Stop being an awful person.<br />
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2. PEOPLE WHO DRINK STRAIGHT FROM THE CARTON<br />
And again, why would this annoy people? Okay okay, I get it. So it's kind of obnoxious to see someone tilt their head all the way back and chug out of the container with their entire mouth on it. Whatever. But if someone lives alone, who cares? Also, sharing germs isn't a real problem, like I mentioned in my previous post. Get over your sanitary issues people!<br />
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3. WHEN STRAWS MAKE A SUCKING NOISE AT THE BOTTOM OF THEIR DRINK<br />
Yeah I guess this could be an annoying noise, but what is the point of buying a drink if you can't finish it all the way to the bottom? It's necessary for people to receive the satisfaction of being at the bottom of their drink and sucking up the last drop, no matter how annoying it is.<br />
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4. THROWING SOMETHING AT THE GARBAGE, MISSING, AND LEAVING IT THERE.<br />
Okay okay, you anti littering people. I know why you'd find this upsetting. But why would someone shoot something at the garbage can like they are in the NBA? Let's think about this. This person could have self esteem issues and wants to think their some kind of hotshot. When they miss, they are so embarrassed they don't want to admit their mistake and pick up their trash. Instead, they pretend they didn't do it. See? Be thoughtful you jerks.<br />
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5. PEOPLE WHO DON'T CONTROL THEIR BRATTY CHILDREN<br />
Now, this is annoying. But think about the satisfaction other parents get when they see kids who aren't theirs misbehaving. They are probably like "thank god I did a good job with my kid". It makes them feel better about their parenting job. Also it entertains onlookers to see a bratty kid acting out, lets say in the airport or at a restaurant. Now I guess it is cringe worthy, but it also it entertaining. So yeah.<br />
Yep.<br />
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I am done here.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17768885911091046649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004270538834391152.post-83484400617235762462013-05-27T10:45:00.000-07:002013-05-27T10:45:07.596-07:00Another Doodle <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I think this face drawing was done during science class, but you never know. Original paper is neon purple.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17768885911091046649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004270538834391152.post-40233447408699161082013-05-27T06:45:00.000-07:002013-05-27T06:45:05.066-07:00Bike the DriveIt breaks my heart to announce that today I participated in a day of fitness.<br />
I've been protesting athletics since day one, based on my view that it's a waste of time. Actually fitness is kind of important for being healthy and stuff, but it still isn't the most enjoyable activity.<br />
Well today I biked the drive. If anyone doesn't know what this is, Bike the Drive is an event that the city organizes where the major highway, Lakeshore Drive, is closed, and people can bike up and down it all morning. Yay!<br />
The slogan of this event is "move over cars, it's our turn".<br />
So this year I pulled my lazy ass out of bed at 5:30 and biked a total of 30 miles. Look at that motivation! This is the first time I've biked the whole thing, I think it's because the last time I did it I was even less athletic than I am now. I would stop half way through and tell my parents that I had lost every ounce of body fat I had and that I was pretty sure my but was just going to collapse. Those bike seats hurt!<br />
Well anyway, this year my bike was successful, I guess you could say.<br />
So yeah.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17768885911091046649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004270538834391152.post-45115710969187812942013-05-23T19:38:00.001-07:002013-05-23T19:38:50.864-07:00Pet Peeves: Last FiveI will continue to discuss things that piss me off. Enjoy!<br />
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6. SINGING IN THE HALLWAYS<br />
So there are always those couple people at school who you see in the hallway. They don't have to be your friends, you don't even have to know them. But the point is that they are there. And these people you encounter in the hallways and you can't not pay attention to them are the singers. Who the hell is so happy they have to sing in the hallways? It doesn't matter if it's one lone singer, or a whole pack of kids. It's just as awful and just as annoying.<br />
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7. PEOPLE WHO TAKE EVERYTHING WAY TOO SERIOUSLY<br />
Let's face it, there are a lot of subjects at school. It's hard to like every subject. It's hard to like every sport or extracurricular you participate in 100% of the time. Sometimes an activity is more fun when you take it in a more lighthearted manner. Early World History is not life or death. You can joke around without getting shot. It's not a crime to be bored. Come on guys, you serious people, you're making me look bad.<br />
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8. LARGE GROUPS OF LITTLE KIDS<br />
I've babysat before. I really have no problem with little kids. In fact, I enjoy being around them cuz it's fun and stuff. You don't have to deal with social pressure or whatever. Unless the kid makes fun of you, and then that kid is an asshole.<br />
But large groups of kids. Singing. Talking loudly. Acting retarded.<br />
SO ANNOYING.<br />
When I was little I never understood why adults hated large groups of kids at all, I just thought they were mean when they moved away from us or whatever. But I totally totally understand now. It's the cotent of what they are saying as well as the raucous tones of their voices mixing together that just...ugh.<br />
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9. WHEN PEOPLE DON'T WANT TO SHARE DRINKS OR FOOD OR WHATEVS<br />
"Oh no! There are germs on the rim of that cup!" "Gross! You just took a bite out of that sandwich!" "You probably backwash! That's disgusting."<br />
Those are all the obnoxious things those sanitation nerds say. You're not going to die if you drink out of the same water bottle as someone. Trust me. A little saliva never hurt anyone, unless that person is sick. And then that's just stupid to share with them. Sharing is part of human nature, and people shouldn't be grossed out by it.<br />
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10. LOCKS ON GYM LOCKERS<br />
I mean seriously, who the hell wants to steal dirty gym clothes? I seriously wash my gym uniform like 3 times a year. It's no biggie. It's gym. Nobody gives a shit.<br />
Locks most definitely don't help. They just make you take two times longer to put your gym clothes on and take them off. No one needs that hassle. I am a proud member of the "I'm to lazy to put a gym lock on my locker" club. I have a lock for the locker, I just have never put it on. I mean seriously, it's hard enough to remember my school locker combo.<br />
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And that wraps up the Ten Pet Peeves uit of this blog. I have officially got some more complaining out of my system, and all of your lives are much more enlightened.<br />
You're welcome.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17768885911091046649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004270538834391152.post-20023128574928550902013-05-19T08:27:00.001-07:002013-05-19T08:30:58.247-07:00Leah and her friends suckI really just hate everyone. This goes with my theme of hating people, especially kids. usually on weekends, I go out and find a baby seal, and then club that seal with another baby seal. Or I just throw kittens in fires. That is me. I am Julia. I've probably killed at least three kids, and me and maciah like to scissor each others... You know. I'm also a transvestite. Sometimes :(<br />
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Guest writer,<br />
Glenn Decety Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17768885911091046649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004270538834391152.post-91077176514810114752013-05-19T05:17:00.000-07:002013-05-19T05:17:09.385-07:00Pet Peeves: First Five I think that I have been acquainted with the internet long enough to tell it all about myself.<br />
I mean, we're pretty tight now.<br />
So I will list 5 pet peeves. As the readers of this blog have probably already realized, many things piss me off. LIKE MANY. So instead of talking about all these items in separate posts I'll just summarize all the beef I've got with certain things. Here goes nutin:<br />
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1. INSTAGRAM<br />
Why don't I like this app? Well, maybe because everything about it disgusts me. I mean really, who has to put a filter on their photo just to feel comfortable with their face being on the internet?<br />
And I know a lot of people like photography and are good at it and whatever. But people shouldn't need to prove that they are good at photography by putting every photo on instagram so their friends can like them.<br />
GRAWSS.<br />
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2. TEXTING<br />
Everyone texts, I know. But I'm a hipster so I can dislike whatever I want. The worst thing is when people expect you to answer a text within minutes, personally I only answer a text when I really have to, or have nothing better to do. I mean, I have a life people.<br />
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3. PEOPLE ASKING TO HAVE PARTIES IN MY APARTMENT<br />
Seriously guys, just let it go. I'm never going to have a party at my house. Ever.<br />
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4. ORGANIZED SPORTS<br />
I have nothing against organized sports, really. I like watching basketball sometimes (rarely), and sports are hardcore and whatever. Still though, the time commitment is crazy. Who the hell wants to go to soccer practice or whatever every day after school? NO ONE. Or to rephrase that, no one should want to do that. I guess it's people who really like to go practice the sports they play that piss me off.<br />
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5. PEOPLE PLAYING GAMES ON THEIR PHONES IN CLASS<br />
I'm not a good student. Not that I get bad grades, but that I don't take class seriously. I doodle and whatever in class, I always do my spanish homework in biology.<br />
But anyway. Those people who play games on their phones. All. The. Time. I just don't get it.<br />
How can people have such bad attention issues they have to play FIFA or doodle jump or whatever?<br />
I don't even know.<br />
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So that wraps up todays segment.<br />
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A classic example of an english class doodle. I might have worked on this one in spanish but im not 100% sure. </div>
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This thing was originally on neon orange paper, but I took a scan of it, so it's black and white.</div>
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Don't worry, I would never buy myself neon orange paper. </div>
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I just take it from the science lab.</div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17768885911091046649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004270538834391152.post-29570561143246060832013-05-16T18:27:00.001-07:002013-05-16T18:27:57.119-07:005th Grade Band Do you know what's depressing?<br />
Everything.<br />
I recently realized this when I went to the 5th grade band concert, which took place approximately 76 minutes ago.<br />
I want to mention that I HAD to go to this band concert. Because I'm in high school band we are required to go to one other school performance, and I had run out of options. So 5th grade band it was.<br />
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I remember when I was in 5th grade band. I had already been playing clarinet for like 3 years, and I thought I was the shit. Like when I joined band I thought that I'd be conducting that thing.<br />
But no. Instead I had to watch as all the other little fledgling clarinetists were taught how to put their reed on their mouth piece, and how play an open G. We worked on this kind of stuff from the beginning of the year until January, and then we started preparing for our first concert ever.<br />
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Well this band concert was different then the concert four years ago. The biggest difference probably being the fact that they played pieces I'm pretty sure we played in 6th or 7th grade. Also this was already their second concert, which means they had started the year off as musical geniuses, or something. Or maybe the band program just really improved.<br />
I don't know.<br />
Another things that was depressing was the fact that these little kids didn't have the wear the oppressive attire of black on bottom, white on top. OH NO. No. These kids were wearing shorts and gym shoes and t-shirts. And sprinkled in there were a couple kids who came in full concert attire who looked pretty much retarded.<br />
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But all of this makes me realize how inadequate my 5th grade band experience was.<br />
If only I was young.<br />
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Whatevs.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17768885911091046649noreply@blogger.com0