Today at school there was no school. Not technically, which I was incredibly happy about. Of course I did no homework last night, so I have to do it all tonight, and I am just not really feeling it right now. I'm not in the homework mood, I guess you could say.
Today at school it was Arts Fest, which boiled down to the basic idea is a day where our school gets to prove how alternative it is. Our school is based in science and math, or I'm pretty sure it is, because that's the vibe I've been getting from it my whole life. So today was a day where the school became 'artsy'. It was pretty goddam artsy.
It's all student run, and you sign up for the five activities you want...which are mostly food based. Unfortunately I didn't get any food activities, which was pretty disappointing, because I had really been looking forward to sushi making (now I'm happy I didn't take that because the sushi fell apart in the soy sauce and looked nasty).
I'm just gonna say it like this: I think I'm a pretty chill kid. Like not chill as in cool, but I'm chill because I don't give a shit about a lot of things. Usually I don't do much self judgement, but I've come to this realization today.
I took a Henna workshop, and none of my friends had ever done henna before, and being such a chill person I let them put the paste/paint stuff on my arm. I didn't know then that the stuff lasts three weeks or something awful like that. One kid couldn't get the paint out of the tube so she squeezed really hard and a giant blob got on my arm. Instead of taking the paint off, she smeared it on my arm, which was pretty upsetting at first. So then other people put their initials and their name on my arm, to complete the picture. At first it actually looked like I had wiped my ass with my arm and there were shit stains all over it, because it was naaassstty.
At another workshop, face painting, I made another bad decision. Everyone was doing tribal stripes and stuff on other peoples faces, so I did it to my friend. It looked kinda cool actually, so when she asked to do it to my face I was expecting at least a slight degree of coolness. Of course she just dotted and smeared random stuff on my face.
And then more stuff got added, including turquoise eyebrows, after I asked someone to fix what the other kid did.
Not a good decision.
I looked like the color wheel had eaten too many skittles and then threw up on my face. It was kind of disturbing actually.
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Saturday, February 9, 2013
Assassin's Creed
I'd like to discuss my favorite game ever.
To clarify, it's the only video game I play, unless you count World of Warcraft as a video game. Technically I never played Wow to its full potential because I never had the full version, and when I hit level 20 it cut me off and I was just running around killing boars in the forest which got really lame after like 3 hours. Yeah...I was pretty into that game over summer break '10. It's a break kind of game.
So anyway, the only game I play consistently is Assassins Creed. This is the game I play because unlike other games like Call of Duty, when I play it and I play badly I won't bring my brothers average down.
Why did I like Assassins Creed at first? Well, the main character for Assassins Creed 2 through Revelations was incredibly attractive. Like 80 years passed through out the three games and Etzio never aged. It was crazy. Also finishing missions was incredibly addicting, expect whenever there was something too hard for me to do I'd have my brother finish the mission for me. He got incredibly pissed off and one day he announced he would never help me again. Which was pretty mean of him.
I'm a little disappointed in AC 3 because it's in america, and because its all about the revolutionary war and stuff like that it's kind of lame. The only cool thing is that you can climb every tree. EVERY TREE. But it's funny because when you were the white templar character he couldn't climb the tree, but then when you started playing as the native american guy, who has this really long complicated name but calls himself Connor, can climb trees. I find this aspect of the game incredibly offensive to my race, and discriminates against the average caucasian.
I was just joking.
Now that my parents find whatever I say ever offending I have to say when I'm joking, because nothing can me insinuated now.
That is all.
To clarify, it's the only video game I play, unless you count World of Warcraft as a video game. Technically I never played Wow to its full potential because I never had the full version, and when I hit level 20 it cut me off and I was just running around killing boars in the forest which got really lame after like 3 hours. Yeah...I was pretty into that game over summer break '10. It's a break kind of game.
So anyway, the only game I play consistently is Assassins Creed. This is the game I play because unlike other games like Call of Duty, when I play it and I play badly I won't bring my brothers average down.
Why did I like Assassins Creed at first? Well, the main character for Assassins Creed 2 through Revelations was incredibly attractive. Like 80 years passed through out the three games and Etzio never aged. It was crazy. Also finishing missions was incredibly addicting, expect whenever there was something too hard for me to do I'd have my brother finish the mission for me. He got incredibly pissed off and one day he announced he would never help me again. Which was pretty mean of him.
I'm a little disappointed in AC 3 because it's in america, and because its all about the revolutionary war and stuff like that it's kind of lame. The only cool thing is that you can climb every tree. EVERY TREE. But it's funny because when you were the white templar character he couldn't climb the tree, but then when you started playing as the native american guy, who has this really long complicated name but calls himself Connor, can climb trees. I find this aspect of the game incredibly offensive to my race, and discriminates against the average caucasian.
I was just joking.
Now that my parents find whatever I say ever offending I have to say when I'm joking, because nothing can me insinuated now.
That is all.
After the Pause
There's been a huge gap in my writing, almost two weeks I'm pretty sure. I have nothing to write about. I mean, I could write about the Winter Formal dance that was last weekend or about all the unfair things teachers did this week, or anything I want. But I just haven't.
My parents found out about my blog when I casually mentioned it, which is a stupid mistake on my part. But stuff happens, so it's all good.
My dad thought I sounded like a jerk, and my mom thinks that everyone in the internet is only there to rip you off in someway. Her thought progression went something like: comment on blog post, follow blogger, chat with you, find your address, go to your house, steal all the things.
I think she also talked about how this blog will ruin my future and about all the pedophiles cruising the interweb during her ten minute lecture.
So anyway, I considered ending this blog, seeing that I don't really do much on it, and all the people who read this I know, so I could tell them about the things I write here, but in person. But then I realized that I'm having fun writing this, so that's all that counts. Right? I write this blog to create a more mature writing style....not. Not at all.
So I think I'll start blogging more again. Yep.
My parents found out about my blog when I casually mentioned it, which is a stupid mistake on my part. But stuff happens, so it's all good.
My dad thought I sounded like a jerk, and my mom thinks that everyone in the internet is only there to rip you off in someway. Her thought progression went something like: comment on blog post, follow blogger, chat with you, find your address, go to your house, steal all the things.
I think she also talked about how this blog will ruin my future and about all the pedophiles cruising the interweb during her ten minute lecture.
So anyway, I considered ending this blog, seeing that I don't really do much on it, and all the people who read this I know, so I could tell them about the things I write here, but in person. But then I realized that I'm having fun writing this, so that's all that counts. Right? I write this blog to create a more mature writing style....not. Not at all.
So I think I'll start blogging more again. Yep.
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Hardcore doodle
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.
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.
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.
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.
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