Alright, this has been pissing me off for a while, and I want some input on it.
Is it right or wrong to bash celebrities when they're engaged to your celeb crush?
In my opinion, God yes it is.
I mean, I've had my fair share of hatred of fianceés, but I mean...looking back on it, it's extremely immature.
These days, I'm seeing stuff like "This is bullshit...Zac Efron is engaged to that SKANK?!?! ..This is depressing..." and "I know, really...It's obvious that she's just doing it for the money...If it wasn't for him, she'd be a nobody."
BE HAPPY FOR THEM.
Man.
This is just one example.
Who fucking CARES if they're getting married. What are the chances of the fangirls being with their love interest, for that matter? I mean, taking that into consideration...chances are OBSCENELY slim to none.
Besides, if you really did love the guy/girl, you'd be happy they found someone they wanted to spend their life with.
*breathes*
/endrant.
Sorry. :D
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
After not posting since the last blue moon...
...I figured I'd post, to anyone still listening. [:
Well.
Other than the usual stressloads of IB schoolwork [hah.], I don't have that much going on in my life. So this blog shall be short, not-so-sweet, and to the boring old point. Hahaha. Like a bad...
Never mind.
It's been seeming like I'm losing a friendship recently...worst part is, I can't tell whose fault it is.
Oh, how it sucks. Poor guy is in love with me, too.
So after 2 1/2 cups of Trix cotton-candy flavoured yogurt and a LOT of thought about natural disasters, I wrote a song and plan to play it for him tonight. [:
Hopefully he'll be around to enjoy it and it'll fix some doors that were left open.
I don't know quite yet.
Anywho...
I'm also going to try to get to a comic convention and a couple other random-yet-satisfying non-sex activities in the next few weeks.
Hopefully.
Zuko hasn't been around lately and we're going to try and change that too.
Again, we'll see.
That's pretty much it for now...
Hmm.
Pictures and stuff will proceed to be a main part of this blog, once I start taking them again. Heheh. *sweatdrop*
Until then.
xox.
Well.
Other than the usual stressloads of IB schoolwork [hah.], I don't have that much going on in my life. So this blog shall be short, not-so-sweet, and to the boring old point. Hahaha. Like a bad...
Never mind.
It's been seeming like I'm losing a friendship recently...worst part is, I can't tell whose fault it is.
Oh, how it sucks. Poor guy is in love with me, too.
So after 2 1/2 cups of Trix cotton-candy flavoured yogurt and a LOT of thought about natural disasters, I wrote a song and plan to play it for him tonight. [:
Hopefully he'll be around to enjoy it and it'll fix some doors that were left open.
I don't know quite yet.
Anywho...
I'm also going to try to get to a comic convention and a couple other random-yet-satisfying non-sex activities in the next few weeks.
Hopefully.
Zuko hasn't been around lately and we're going to try and change that too.
Again, we'll see.
That's pretty much it for now...
Hmm.
Pictures and stuff will proceed to be a main part of this blog, once I start taking them again. Heheh. *sweatdrop*
Until then.
xox.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Comic Books and Radio Stations.
http://charlottecomicon.com
Hit the Charlotte ComiCon today, with The Spirit.
[aka Dylan, the boyfriend who was dragged along.]
It was really interesting. Being my first time hitting this con, I didn't know exactly what to expect for it. So I decided "Hell, let's wing it.".
So bring out the Joker make-up and cosplaying gear.
Hey, look! It's me!
Ha. I had a lot of fun with it, as did Dylan. We both got complimented multiple times, and got asked for a few pictures from a few of the independent underground-ish comic book authors. It was a pretty cool sort of deal.
One of the pictures of myself and Dylan should be posted on gloomyroomies.com at some point; I bought one of the guy's books, and after reading through it a few times, it looks like a pretty interesting storyline. I can see him going pretty far with it.
If you're interested in checking the books out, volume 2 should be out in January. You can either visit gloomyroomies.com and visit the store, or catch Bradd at one of the cons. The cons he's guesting are listed on his site. [Guesting? Is guest even a verb?]
Whatever.
Check it out, or die.
There was another author at the con I checked out and really was interested in- or should I say authors. Their names are Derek and Nikki Davis, and they own Bitter TEA Studios [bitterteastudios.com].
Haha, they appreciated my Joker get-up so much as to give me the Batman sign Derek drew.
Anyway, check out their site as well and their series "The Ered Adventures". Shoot them an email for more information on that.
And for my deviantART stalkers [as few as there are already...for those of you still following this blog, that is], the lack of updating should be diagnosed very very soon. Since I've got nothing better to do this break anyway [not to mention the fact that the convention...ehm...inspired me to create something that'd beat some of their asses in. Hahaha. We'll see, I suppose.].
On that note, hope everyone has a wonderful Sunday.
Hit the Charlotte ComiCon today, with The Spirit.
[aka Dylan, the boyfriend who was dragged along.]
It was really interesting. Being my first time hitting this con, I didn't know exactly what to expect for it. So I decided "Hell, let's wing it.".
So bring out the Joker make-up and cosplaying gear.
Hey, look! It's me!
Ha. I had a lot of fun with it, as did Dylan. We both got complimented multiple times, and got asked for a few pictures from a few of the independent underground-ish comic book authors. It was a pretty cool sort of deal.
One of the pictures of myself and Dylan should be posted on gloomyroomies.com at some point; I bought one of the guy's books, and after reading through it a few times, it looks like a pretty interesting storyline. I can see him going pretty far with it.
If you're interested in checking the books out, volume 2 should be out in January. You can either visit gloomyroomies.com and visit the store, or catch Bradd at one of the cons. The cons he's guesting are listed on his site. [Guesting? Is guest even a verb?]
Whatever.
Check it out, or die.
There was another author at the con I checked out and really was interested in- or should I say authors. Their names are Derek and Nikki Davis, and they own Bitter TEA Studios [bitterteastudios.com].
Haha, they appreciated my Joker get-up so much as to give me the Batman sign Derek drew.
Anyway, check out their site as well and their series "The Ered Adventures". Shoot them an email for more information on that.
And for my deviantART stalkers [as few as there are already...for those of you still following this blog, that is], the lack of updating should be diagnosed very very soon. Since I've got nothing better to do this break anyway [not to mention the fact that the convention...ehm...inspired me to create something that'd beat some of their asses in. Hahaha. We'll see, I suppose.].
On that note, hope everyone has a wonderful Sunday.
Monday, December 15, 2008
I've noticed something..
So I've got a Facebook.
Post on it regularly. Use it to keep in touch with friends and people I don't normally see.
Normal stuff like that.
But recently it's begun to be inhabited by adults, so I've seen. Just random adults you kinda-sorta-not-really-but-in-a-way know. For my specific instance, it's the people in my community from two distinctive groups- church and parents of friends.
I'm not trying to say I'm against adults getting Facebook pages. I don't mind being friends with these adults, even! But it's starting to really bother me.
And that's not just because one of the adults from my church is sending me event invites non-stop.
It's because I'm being watched.
I got a message from my youth leader to the youth group at my church saying that he doesn't want to see some of the stuff the youth posts up on their pages, because it's frowned upon. And even before this, my friends and I have had to really watch what we say, so we don't get grief from adults.
It's not that the aspect of it is an invasion of privacy, because I know it's not. Whatever you post on the Internet is your responsibility to do safely.
But what does bother me is that youth these days are having so much pressure on them to do whatever is socially accepted. Conformity? Not necessarily, but follows the same general track.
For example. No one is the absolute perfect Facebook/Myspace/Bebo/Twitter/whatever you implement user. I'm sure everyone has some perverted joke, some somewhat explicit song they listen to or movie they love, or curses a bit on their personal pages, right?
If you're looked down upon for something that you say or do and they find themselves...what image does that present?
Especially recently, people have really had dampers established.
I noticed this recently as well. I'm studying up on the Federal Communications Commission [or better known as the FCC] for a new style of debate I'm trying, and people are having more and more rights taken away for the most redundant reasons.
This really does apply here as well.
If your friends' parents are looking at your personal pages and saying "Oh, this person uses this language from time to time, this is bad." or something of that sort, honestly, whose fault is that?
We as Americans [and other countries as well, for sure] are granted the freedom of expression. More specifically, free speech.
This freedom does come with the responsibility of moderating what is posted and how it can affect your safety, of course, but the freedom is still granted.
I'm not even saying anything about personal information being put up for the world to see.
I'm only saying that sites like Facebook have turned into something so formal, so adult-moderated that...people really don't have freedoms anymore.
If you're having to hide things you say because you don't want people to overreact, what has this modern-day, so-called "advanced" society come to?
Maybe I'm just acting like a rebel teenager.
I don't know. I figured my reasoning was pretty valid.
As far as I'm concerned, no one should care what I post unless it's going to hurt my safety or confidentiality at its highest being a user.
/end rant.
Post on it regularly. Use it to keep in touch with friends and people I don't normally see.
Normal stuff like that.
But recently it's begun to be inhabited by adults, so I've seen. Just random adults you kinda-sorta-not-really-but-in-a-way know. For my specific instance, it's the people in my community from two distinctive groups- church and parents of friends.
I'm not trying to say I'm against adults getting Facebook pages. I don't mind being friends with these adults, even! But it's starting to really bother me.
And that's not just because one of the adults from my church is sending me event invites non-stop.
It's because I'm being watched.
I got a message from my youth leader to the youth group at my church saying that he doesn't want to see some of the stuff the youth posts up on their pages, because it's frowned upon. And even before this, my friends and I have had to really watch what we say, so we don't get grief from adults.
It's not that the aspect of it is an invasion of privacy, because I know it's not. Whatever you post on the Internet is your responsibility to do safely.
But what does bother me is that youth these days are having so much pressure on them to do whatever is socially accepted. Conformity? Not necessarily, but follows the same general track.
For example. No one is the absolute perfect Facebook/Myspace/Bebo/Twitter/whatever you implement user. I'm sure everyone has some perverted joke, some somewhat explicit song they listen to or movie they love, or curses a bit on their personal pages, right?
If you're looked down upon for something that you say or do and they find themselves...what image does that present?
Especially recently, people have really had dampers established.
I noticed this recently as well. I'm studying up on the Federal Communications Commission [or better known as the FCC] for a new style of debate I'm trying, and people are having more and more rights taken away for the most redundant reasons.
This really does apply here as well.
If your friends' parents are looking at your personal pages and saying "Oh, this person uses this language from time to time, this is bad." or something of that sort, honestly, whose fault is that?
We as Americans [and other countries as well, for sure] are granted the freedom of expression. More specifically, free speech.
This freedom does come with the responsibility of moderating what is posted and how it can affect your safety, of course, but the freedom is still granted.
I'm not even saying anything about personal information being put up for the world to see.
I'm only saying that sites like Facebook have turned into something so formal, so adult-moderated that...people really don't have freedoms anymore.
If you're having to hide things you say because you don't want people to overreact, what has this modern-day, so-called "advanced" society come to?
Maybe I'm just acting like a rebel teenager.
I don't know. I figured my reasoning was pretty valid.
As far as I'm concerned, no one should care what I post unless it's going to hurt my safety or confidentiality at its highest being a user.
/end rant.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
She's back! ...In black! :D
[See, this is what you get from hanging around an AC/DC obsessed 16 year-old. A LOT. xD.]
Weather: 60 degrees. And it's really, really, really sunny. *dies*
OHGOD GUYS.
I AM SO SORRY.
FOR NOT UPDATING.
ON DA.
My computer's hard drive got wiped on Thursday, and I only managed to save so many files. x___x
Most of the newer poetry got killed. D:
But! But. I have hard copies of most of it, therefore I'll be able to type it all back up. Which is very very good.
So in other news, life is very good right now.
Wonderful friendship restored. [Although not back up to full power yet, but..]
Bloody amazing friends around me at the current moment. [:
And outstanding boyfriend, too. Although I can't hardly see him, ah well.
PSATs were two weeks ago. And end-of-quarter tests too.
Oh, the pain.
So they're over this week. Which is good.
Oh, and Halloween! It's in 4 days, 10 hours, and...4 minutes. [:
Yeah. I'm a freakish child, I know.
So anyway, Borders in an hour. Yay.
And 2-page essay which I have yet to start [that I completely procrastinated on until the very last minute. :D]
Haha. Peace.
xo.
Sinphonse.
Weather: 60 degrees. And it's really, really, really sunny. *dies*
OHGOD GUYS.
I AM SO SORRY.
FOR NOT UPDATING.
ON DA.
My computer's hard drive got wiped on Thursday, and I only managed to save so many files. x___x
Most of the newer poetry got killed. D:
But! But. I have hard copies of most of it, therefore I'll be able to type it all back up. Which is very very good.
So in other news, life is very good right now.
Wonderful friendship restored. [Although not back up to full power yet, but..]
Bloody amazing friends around me at the current moment. [:
And outstanding boyfriend, too. Although I can't hardly see him, ah well.
PSATs were two weeks ago. And end-of-quarter tests too.
Oh, the pain.
So they're over this week. Which is good.
Oh, and Halloween! It's in 4 days, 10 hours, and...4 minutes. [:
Yeah. I'm a freakish child, I know.
So anyway, Borders in an hour. Yay.
And 2-page essay which I have yet to start [that I completely procrastinated on until the very last minute. :D]
Haha. Peace.
xo.
Sinphonse.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Locked In A Modern-Day Fairytale.
[Props to Jesse for the title. Here we go..]
Weather: 45 fucking degrees. Ho-oooly shit. Miracles do happen.
...Or nightmare.
I respect concern. But I know I've been acting weird lately.
Why?
A bit overwhelmed...and there are things that aren't making it better.
For those of you who actually read the shit I post, I thank you.
So anyway...it's not that I'm upset with anyone, I'm just sad. I guess. I don't know.
[So after reading back over this, I decided to randomly interject an impromptu piece of music to listen to while reading this, to keep from getting too mad at me.
Or maybe I just like it too much, ha. Wouldn't doubt it. It makes me think of Eliza...oh right, the song. Talk, by Coldplay. Do it.]
a- A few of my friends have been really...disconcerting lately.
And you know who they are.
Some of them...I'm just really tired of the way they act...when they decide to drop you from their [scene, eye-liner, fake screamo fandom and I-feel-so-unbelievably-sorry-for-myself]-centered world for this one person they're concentrated around. They're just playing up the fucking game of being my BEST FRIEND FOR EVARRR LOLO (try 10 months.) to entertain themselves. I guess it happens though. Hopefully I'm going to be done with that soon...or it fixes itself, I don't know.
And the other thing that absolutely everyone who comes in contact with me in some way, shape or form [hell, I bet some of you who DON'T do that know.] .
I don't even have to say it.
It's making me too crazy.
You know that.
Hell. You decided to keep reading this.
[I'm doing it because there's no one to talk to.]
I miss the aforementioned person.
I really really do.
Random interjection- do you fucking know how many times I've typed "theyre's" instead of "there's" today, and had to change it? TOO MANY. D:
So anyway.
I know I'm sounding like one of those nauseatingly angsty modern-day teenagers.
/:
But anyway...moving on...
b- [although it kind of relates to the first point.]
I appreciate everyone's concern for my stress and the what.
But seriously, there are points where some people get into my issues too deep. And I thought I dropped enough hints to let you know.
No, this isn't pointed at any specific person - because I know there are a few people who are going to go "OMG SHE'S WRITING THIS ABOUT ME" and no, I'm not. It's more a generalization of shit that's gone down recently that I just can't handle as well as I thought.
Yes, I appreciate the help. I really do.
And I also appreciate the support. Really, I'm not trying to say I don't want people talking to me about this. I love talking to every one of you.
A lot- hell, majority of you are doing this right. Completely and unquestionably being amazing friends to me.
But unless your name is Dylan White, please don't go try and fix what's rightfully mine to fix. Don't think you are.
[Mainly because it involves him and not the people who think it involves them.
...And because he does it regardless of my protesting.
Which sounded very dirty, but really wasn't supposed to. But I digress, to get out of these damn brackets.]
..Because that made so much sense. x_____x.
Just...felt like I needed to get that out.
[Why the fuck am I up this late.]
I don't know. I'm probably just being the same old me.
Which worries me sometimes.
But with my friends, I'm sure I can get through this.
Dylan, Kelly, Sathya, Gaby, Río, Erin, Hayley, Adrian...can't finish that list. I love you guys.
Couldn't live without you.
[As shown by recent times.]
And Rachel, you too.
Always will.
*sigh* That felt somewhat better.
And if you can tell, I sorta got a little better toward the end.
I'm going to hit the bed. Church tomorrow. I'm up late enough, ne.
xo.
So you take a picture of something you see; in the future, where would I be...
And now there's happy music, dammit.
Sorry. I'm leaving now.
*shuffles off to bed like the zombie everyone gets to be at 2:30 in the marnin'.*
Weather: 45 fucking degrees. Ho-oooly shit. Miracles do happen.
...Or nightmare.
I respect concern. But I know I've been acting weird lately.
Why?
A bit overwhelmed...and there are things that aren't making it better.
For those of you who actually read the shit I post, I thank you.
So anyway...it's not that I'm upset with anyone, I'm just sad. I guess. I don't know.
[So after reading back over this, I decided to randomly interject an impromptu piece of music to listen to while reading this, to keep from getting too mad at me.
Or maybe I just like it too much, ha. Wouldn't doubt it. It makes me think of Eliza...oh right, the song. Talk, by Coldplay. Do it.]
a- A few of my friends have been really...disconcerting lately.
And you know who they are.
Some of them...I'm just really tired of the way they act...when they decide to drop you from their [scene, eye-liner, fake screamo fandom and I-feel-so-unbelievably-sorry-for-myself]-centered world for this one person they're concentrated around. They're just playing up the fucking game of being my BEST FRIEND FOR EVARRR LOLO (try 10 months.) to entertain themselves. I guess it happens though. Hopefully I'm going to be done with that soon...or it fixes itself, I don't know.
And the other thing that absolutely everyone who comes in contact with me in some way, shape or form [hell, I bet some of you who DON'T do that know.] .
I don't even have to say it.
It's making me too crazy.
You know that.
Hell. You decided to keep reading this.
[I'm doing it because there's no one to talk to.]
I miss the aforementioned person.
I really really do.
Random interjection- do you fucking know how many times I've typed "theyre's" instead of "there's" today, and had to change it? TOO MANY. D:
So anyway.
I know I'm sounding like one of those nauseatingly angsty modern-day teenagers.
/:
But anyway...moving on...
b- [although it kind of relates to the first point.]
I appreciate everyone's concern for my stress and the what.
But seriously, there are points where some people get into my issues too deep. And I thought I dropped enough hints to let you know.
No, this isn't pointed at any specific person - because I know there are a few people who are going to go "OMG SHE'S WRITING THIS ABOUT ME" and no, I'm not. It's more a generalization of shit that's gone down recently that I just can't handle as well as I thought.
Yes, I appreciate the help. I really do.
And I also appreciate the support. Really, I'm not trying to say I don't want people talking to me about this. I love talking to every one of you.
A lot- hell, majority of you are doing this right. Completely and unquestionably being amazing friends to me.
But unless your name is Dylan White, please don't go try and fix what's rightfully mine to fix. Don't think you are.
[Mainly because it involves him and not the people who think it involves them.
...And because he does it regardless of my protesting.
Which sounded very dirty, but really wasn't supposed to. But I digress, to get out of these damn brackets.]
..Because that made so much sense. x_____x.
Just...felt like I needed to get that out.
[Why the fuck am I up this late.]
I don't know. I'm probably just being the same old me.
Which worries me sometimes.
But with my friends, I'm sure I can get through this.
Dylan, Kelly, Sathya, Gaby, Río, Erin, Hayley, Adrian...can't finish that list. I love you guys.
Couldn't live without you.
[As shown by recent times.]
And Rachel, you too.
Always will.
*sigh* That felt somewhat better.
And if you can tell, I sorta got a little better toward the end.
I'm going to hit the bed. Church tomorrow. I'm up late enough, ne.
xo.
So you take a picture of something you see; in the future, where would I be...
And now there's happy music, dammit.
Sorry. I'm leaving now.
*shuffles off to bed like the zombie everyone gets to be at 2:30 in the marnin'.*
Friday, October 3, 2008
The Greyest of Clouds.
Weather: 57 degrees. Dark.
As of this moment in time, I have exactly 45 minutes until I'm one more year old.
God damn it.
Not in the cheeriest of moods today.
I've had a lot of things happen lately.
So I got a boyfriend...but my best friend is mad at me for it...which is eating me alive. /:
And I would get to see him tomorrow...but I'm being kept at home, taking care of my mother and hopefully enjoying my weekend off from issues.
Mm. Ironic.
[I had a debate. I had to ditch my partner. It's not great for your motivation.]
Dad's been lying to me and Rosie again. Not a great thing.
And I've got friends having troubles too...so I'm sort of tied to helping them out as well.
One of my friends was sweet enough to try and help with the issue previously mentioned with the boyfriend, but it didn't last 24 hours.
Worst part is, he really tried. Really tried. And I didn't even screw it up this time.
I feel dreadful. Even though it wasn't my fault.
I guess that's just life, sometimes, though.
So poetry reading last Tuesday. It went really well.
The poets who came were great. [Including my good friend Robsonnet, off of DA. Check his page out: http://robsonnet.deviantart.com ]
I appreciate their input on my work, and it should be up on DA soon.
Also.
Co-writing a story with another good friend of mine. We started last weekend, and God knows when we'll finish. Ah well. Throw caution to the wind with this, I suppose.
Party in 3 weeks. Wow.
So that's basically it. Hope I'm not being a total drama queen with all this...just needed to vent.
Peace.
xo.
C.
As of this moment in time, I have exactly 45 minutes until I'm one more year old.
God damn it.
Not in the cheeriest of moods today.
I've had a lot of things happen lately.
So I got a boyfriend...but my best friend is mad at me for it...which is eating me alive. /:
And I would get to see him tomorrow...but I'm being kept at home, taking care of my mother and hopefully enjoying my weekend off from issues.
Mm. Ironic.
[I had a debate. I had to ditch my partner. It's not great for your motivation.]
Dad's been lying to me and Rosie again. Not a great thing.
And I've got friends having troubles too...so I'm sort of tied to helping them out as well.
One of my friends was sweet enough to try and help with the issue previously mentioned with the boyfriend, but it didn't last 24 hours.
Worst part is, he really tried. Really tried. And I didn't even screw it up this time.
I feel dreadful. Even though it wasn't my fault.
I guess that's just life, sometimes, though.
So poetry reading last Tuesday. It went really well.
The poets who came were great. [Including my good friend Robsonnet, off of DA. Check his page out: http://robsonnet.deviantart.com ]
I appreciate their input on my work, and it should be up on DA soon.
Also.
Co-writing a story with another good friend of mine. We started last weekend, and God knows when we'll finish. Ah well. Throw caution to the wind with this, I suppose.
Party in 3 weeks. Wow.
So that's basically it. Hope I'm not being a total drama queen with all this...just needed to vent.
Peace.
xo.
C.
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