Bad Day for Celebs

Well, well... today we have lost a couple of very well known celebrities to natural deaths. As I'm sure you have all heard, Farah Fawcett and Michael Jackson passed away June the twenty-fifth. Farah was lost to her cancer and MJ died of a cardiac arrest.

And now MJ's eccentricity is making people compare him to Shakespeare and Einstein.

You news channels do understand that just because a celebrity died today, that events don't stop happening abruptly. Why do I have to sit around and listen to three days worth of this? And you know it's going to be at least three days worth.

Yes. It's sad. It's always sad when humans die. However, I don't need to hear it in excess just because they sold a couple of albums/movies.

This is short because I think we'll hear enough about MJ in the news as it is.

School Uniforms

True, I may be out of primary, middle and high school, but I still have a fairly strong opinion considering this subject. I must have been one of the few (really, it was only three of us or so) who voted yes on getting school uniforms when I was in middle school and high school.

Uniforms... why do so many people hate the idea of them in schools?

They do NOT completely rob you of your identity, you alone allow that to happen. They level the playing field, so to speak, when it comes to "Fashion". They can, in fact, be very cute. They also help stamp out the issues with 'inappropriate' clothing. I'm talking thongs sticking out of a middle schooler's pants and cuss words and sexual innuendos spread out over shirts.

You're afraid that a uniform will make you blend in too much with a crowd? There are other ways to stand out. Uniforms are a tool that starts to force you to, gasp, start trying to develop a personality to stand out. And if that's still too hard for you to handle, kiddies, then hey, you can do something else to stand out. Buttons on bookbags, and the like, blah, blah blah.

In my school, we had the very well off, and the opposite end of the spectrum. It wasn't talked about, but more often than not, those who were richer than others used clothing as a sort of target. You had bad clothes, you were liable to get picked on.

And for godess sake, I am sick of seeing shit on kid's clothing that parent's just let them wander out of the house in, and I am INCREDIBLY sick of seeing people's asscracks and underwear. Boys, pull up your pants.

Now let me make this clear. I may support uniforms but that does not mean I support uniformity. By all means, be different! Stand out! But don't use your clothes as a crutch. Developing a personality will go a lot further than wearing the latest style by Dolce&Gabbana.

Up, Up and Away

So, readers, tonight I have had the pleasure of going to go see Up in the theaters, accompanied by my mother (yes, it is still cool to go to the movies with your mother. Suck it up). The movie, I must say, was adorable and incredibly sad (in a sweet way, luckily), and I found myself fighting back tears at some points.

Unfortunately I wasn't just fighting back tears for the movie's plot line, but also something I'm beginning to see as an injustice of sorts. May I ask, why on earth do we have to four dollars extra to see a movie in 3D... that is not even incorporating much of said 3D anyway? Honestly, I think I'd rather pay the price of a normal ticket, forgo the crappy 3D glasses (that you have to give back anyway) and let my eyes bleed at the few parts that did have "3D".

And even then, 3D is, in all honesty, not that amazing. They say "Wow, it pops out at you!". Perhaps I'm just being overly critical but in my honest opinion, things don't actually pop out at you all that much, if at all.

When I actually have the sensation of reaching out and touching things that look just oh so close through those magic glasses, perhaps I will find it worthwhile to pay such high prices (though I doubt it).

This is somewhat more of a rant than a good blog, I must admit, but I felt that I needed to get it out there.

Grow Big and Strong| Soulmate Bashing

Ah, soul mates. The idea that there is one single person out there cosmically designed to fit you. A Prince (or Princess if you'd prefer) Charming that will only come along once, and hell, if you screw up, then you're done for. Earlier today I was reading an article in Cosmo's July09 issue about "soul mates". Luckily it shared my ideas on the subject and made me want to explore the topic further.

Listen up, all you guys and gals out there. You don't have to go crazy holding out for "The One". I've been unlucky enough to believe this myself at one point, and I've seen my friends holding back from getting out there because of it as well. I had one friend in my first high school who flat out declined a good catch because he had brown hair. Hair color is not a reason to pass up a good experience.

Let me reassure you. It is possible to fall in love, even deeply so, more than once, hell an infinite number of times in your life.

My recently adopted philosophy is simple: Experience many loves (romantic or otherwise), and let it help you grow.

Yes, at times you will get hurt, and experience great loss and pain for putting yourself out there, but in the end, isn't it worth it? It helps you become a more experienced and (usually) better person. You learn from every experience you have, so let yourself do just that. Don't waste your time wondering "Is he/she really the one? Should I bother?" Take a leap of faith. Smell the freaking roses.

Of course I'm not saying go out with every chick or dick that walks by. You need to be open, but dear gods, have some common sense. If you feel something, any kind of a good connection, then sure, go for it! But if you're thinking they may have recently committed a crime, better find an experience somewhere else.

I myself have to learn to live by this, so believe me, I know that it's difficult, but I hold strong to this and plan to start getting out there myself. Let's all have some great experiences!

Learning is the best part of life, after all.

Entry 001

Screw 007, 001 is much more epic.

Perhaps I should be more humble during the writing of my first entry but in all honesty I have no care to be. Today marks the first day of a new world. Personally. However, I realize I should use this blog to establish myself and explain what I'm going to be doing here.

Honestly I'm not quite sure yet. I assume I'll be using this place to display my writing, particular art or photos I'm proud of, and speaking of things that I love, irk me, etc. I also plan on using this to speak my opinions on whatever I deem necessary (which is a new thing for me because I tend to just keep it to myself for the most part). This could fall under the categories of politics, music, pop culture, or just plain nonsense.

Today's subject? Me (I know; so conceited!).

Quick introduction to get whoever may start following acquainted with myself.

I'm your average 21 year old woman: completely nutters and mostly aware of it.

I am a nutter in the sense I can experience about thirty different moods in two minutes. Then again, that tends to be normal amongst the women I know. When I watch movies or read books, I tend to take on the accents characters have or I imagine they have for a good part of the day, which is fun for me but tends to weird out people around me if I let it slip. I'm completely shy on the outside but the inner workings of my mind are constantly screaming to be heard.

Truthful words to describe my personality?: Procrastinator, messy, lazy, opinionated, horrible singer, unmotivated, obsessive, stubborn, critical...

Of course that's not to say that I'm completely bad. I'd like to think I'm somewhere in the middle of the good to evil ratio (considering being too far on the good side is admittedly boring).

I haven't experienced much in life yet, being the homebody that I am, but I'm going to change that soon (or else who would read such a boring blog, really) and see a lot of new things, and learn a lot of new things. So far?

I've basically just lived my life. Grew up in an adopted family that I absolutely love (though at times I want to kill them), with great friends and a good education. I was a typical goody two-shoes who didn't smoke, drink, flirt or anything until literally a few months ago. I think that was a good thing considering, but at times I think I missed out because of it.

Hell. At least I didn't get pregnant in high school.

Be seeing you.