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Friday, December 24, 2010
Merry, Merry, Merry Christmas Eve!! I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas! If it feels like I have been neglecting the blog, I have. Remember when I took on the social networking challenge? Well it worked and now I'm addicted to Tumblr. It's like a blog. but easier to share pictures and such. So forgive me if it feels like I'm abandoning you! If you really want to get your daily dose of me, check my Tumblr:
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
I want to live in a world that is free of sin and comprised entirely of Jell-O. Sin and Jell-o seem to go hand in hand; sin is the opposite of Jell-O, which represents peace. If sin did not exist, hatred and discrimination- two things I despise- would be foreign ideas to society. When I have a gelatin bed to fall into at the end of the day, a complaint will never again escape my lips. The truth here is undeniable; if we lived in a sinless world made of Jell-O, life would be perfect.
I have a dream that one day, teenagers can attend a government funded high school where the spectacle of a teenage couple displaying public affection is not the first thing seen when they arrive at school. Watching insecure girls cling to their boy toy du jour is not something that I enjoy. Though public displays of affection past handholding are considered as abominations in the eyes of school officials, minimal action is taken to enforce these rules. My hope is that future generations will not be as exposed to such low teenage relationship standards as I am forced to be.
I prefer Romeo to Prince Charming. Though every girl’s dream is to be swept off her feet by the perfect gentlemen, I think that it would be fun to enter into a whimsical relationship with a fickle young man who attempts to woo me with Shakespearean praises. Of course, I would certainly not enjoy waking up from a drug-induced slumber to find that he has killed himself after our three-day relationship. Though Prince Charming would never do such a reckless thing, I believe that Romeo would pull through for me because Juliet was a wishy-washy airhead whereas I am mentally stable and more mature than other girls my age. I would much rather court a spontaneous suitor than a predictable paramour.
I am not an average stereotypical teenage girl who is easily shaped and swayed by the trends and common opinions of society. When the relentless surge of pressure to conform to society threatens to knock me down, I stand firmly rooted in my belief and personal opinions. I know that I am unique. It’s not often that a young woman possesses the ability to stay true to her high morals through high school. Even though I am not quite halfway through, I am confident that thus far, I have maintained integrity and earned the respect of those who surround me. At this point in my life, I do not know precisely where I stand in relation to the world around me; however, one thing I do know is that wherever I stand, I stand strong.
Friday, December 17, 2010
Reflection Number Four:
I do not particularly like people who randomly burst into song. There are times for spontaneous singing, and there are times for silence. When in my presence is a great example of a time for silence. Their songs are not appreciated or welcomed, and I am not impressed by their weak attempt to showcase their self-deemed amazing voices. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for making a joyful noise every once in a while; however, I am also all for people who recognize that silence is very, very golden.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Reflection Number Two:
I love rainy days in the summer. Watching the steam rise from the road as the cool rain meets the scorching pavement is magnificently enchanting. I especially love thunderstorms. Exhilaration consumes me when I am surrounded by thunder so powerful that the ground shakes while a deluge of rain drums and pounds relentlessly against the roof. My favorite part of storms is the serenity that arrives after the clouds have cleared. When the burning heat of summer begins to take its toll, a cleansing rain always comes along to refresh my spirit.
Reflection Number Three:
I believe that people with Mohawks have low self-esteem. The vast majority of those with radical hairstyles are not regarded by society as artistic, but instead they seem to be emitting a deafening cry for help and a desperate plea for attention. I believe that all people who have to beg for attention in such away are pathetic. If one was to examine a group of people who all do crazy things to get others to notice them, he would most likely find that such people actually showed signs of dependency, idiocy, and all around weak personalities from the get go. I have resolved to never invest my time into people who possess these qualities.