Alright, again, it's been a long time since I've been on here to update it. Like anyone reads it. *Siiigh.*
Anyways; high school. Four years of my life that I have to go through complete bull shit in order to start my life. And it's supposed to prepare me for life...? I don't get it. How is going through day-to-day little girl drama supposed to prepare me for the real world? This, my friend, is FAR from the real world.
Granted, I don't have a lot of experience of the real world. But, I can promise you, high school isn't the real world nor is it preparing you for the real world. If you truly want to prepare for it, get a damn job. hahaha.
To me, and this is my opinion, high school is the four years of your life that you get to have as much fun as possible and raise as much Hell as you can. And get away with it. THAT'S what prepares you for the future. And I'm being serious.
Now, let me edit myself. I don't mean raising Hell as in partying and doing drugs and shit. I mean raising Hell as in standing up for what's right, having fun without doing it illegally, and sometimes breaking the rules and doing something stupid. The things that will have you remembered in life.
The ones that raise Hell are the ones that will be remembered. The ones that don't are the ones that will be remembering the others. And if you're one of the ones that caused trouble in high school and got in trouble numerous times for it; you're obviously persistent and a lot of people love persistence. It gets you far in life.
Again; I don't mean getting in trouble with drugs and other things like that.
High school are the four years that you prove yourself as a person and go on. I mean "high school" as in the four years from the age 14 to the age 18. Not the actual going to school and sitting in class.
Needless to say; I'm going to be remembered.
(Very short, but... It's something.)
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Monday, July 5, 2010
Some thoughts...
It's been a while, I know. (Like anyone reads this. *Sighs*)
First, I would like to address the fact that it is Independence Day and I just got back from a rather ironic situation. My family and I have been going to the nearest college town to watch fireworks. Where? At the casino parking lot. Which is owned by the Choctaw Indians.
Didn't the white man -- the people who created this country -- destroy the Native American culture? Granted, they're still around and still have a rather rich culture, but the Europeans/White Man destroyed most of it.
So, isn't it kind of funny that the Native Americans are actually supporting in celebrating the rise of a country that nearly destroyed them?
If you think about it, it's actually really funny. They're getting their revenge now. All this white people (and other races) are going to their casinoes and wasting most of their money gambling. While the Tribe sits high and mighty with great health care. Smart? I think so.
'Nuff about the Cowboys and Indians..................................................
*Sighs*
I'll be honest, I have some major insecurities about my body. I'm rather tall for a girl and I'm thin. But, for the most part, I like my body. Not much to dislike, really.
But, I've come to find out, not only do I might feel a certain aspect of my physical body is rather lacking, but so does most of the world.
Yeah, okay, I'm not a shy person. I'll be blunt. I have some breasts. But, I'm okay with that. Usually I am, I mean. Why? Because I have long legs and I just flat out don't need big breasts.
But, the other day, I was shopping for a new bra. Something cute, you know. But, every single one that I liked had three inches of padding and the words, "Super Push-Up" written on it. Like a 34B is just not big enough. For anyone. Why must I be a C+ before I can be fine? What kind of message is that?
Luckily for me, I can laugh it off and buy a pair of booty shorts. (Which is exactly what I did...) My breasts are fine, my legs are hot. I like it like that. ;)
Now, I do have a point to this. Why can't I like my body? Why -must- I want to change my body? Why -must- everyone want to change their body? We should all be happy with what we have.
If you honestly feel the need to change your body, well, YOU can do so. The rest of us, we should be able to be happy. But the world around us (FULL with people who aren't happy with theirselves) just shoves this "Ideal Image" down our throats.
Ideal Image my ass.
I'm 5'10" and 130lbs, I like my small breasts; Suck it, World!
.....................................................................................
High school really has to point.
But, that's a different post. :)
[Tool is the shit.]
First, I would like to address the fact that it is Independence Day and I just got back from a rather ironic situation. My family and I have been going to the nearest college town to watch fireworks. Where? At the casino parking lot. Which is owned by the Choctaw Indians.
Didn't the white man -- the people who created this country -- destroy the Native American culture? Granted, they're still around and still have a rather rich culture, but the Europeans/White Man destroyed most of it.
So, isn't it kind of funny that the Native Americans are actually supporting in celebrating the rise of a country that nearly destroyed them?
If you think about it, it's actually really funny. They're getting their revenge now. All this white people (and other races) are going to their casinoes and wasting most of their money gambling. While the Tribe sits high and mighty with great health care. Smart? I think so.
'Nuff about the Cowboys and Indians..................................................
*Sighs*
I'll be honest, I have some major insecurities about my body. I'm rather tall for a girl and I'm thin. But, for the most part, I like my body. Not much to dislike, really.
But, I've come to find out, not only do I might feel a certain aspect of my physical body is rather lacking, but so does most of the world.
Yeah, okay, I'm not a shy person. I'll be blunt. I have some breasts. But, I'm okay with that. Usually I am, I mean. Why? Because I have long legs and I just flat out don't need big breasts.
But, the other day, I was shopping for a new bra. Something cute, you know. But, every single one that I liked had three inches of padding and the words, "Super Push-Up" written on it. Like a 34B is just not big enough. For anyone. Why must I be a C+ before I can be fine? What kind of message is that?
Luckily for me, I can laugh it off and buy a pair of booty shorts. (Which is exactly what I did...) My breasts are fine, my legs are hot. I like it like that. ;)
Now, I do have a point to this. Why can't I like my body? Why -must- I want to change my body? Why -must- everyone want to change their body? We should all be happy with what we have.
If you honestly feel the need to change your body, well, YOU can do so. The rest of us, we should be able to be happy. But the world around us (FULL with people who aren't happy with theirselves) just shoves this "Ideal Image" down our throats.
Ideal Image my ass.
I'm 5'10" and 130lbs, I like my small breasts; Suck it, World!
.....................................................................................
High school really has to point.
But, that's a different post. :)
[Tool is the shit.]
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