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Showing posts with label Misc.. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

21

I haven't written much on here lately that hasn't been assigned by my teacher. I'm truly sorry for that, however, I have been really stressed and exhausted these past two weeks back from break so I've been opting for naps after school instead of blogging.

My older sister, the freshman at IU, just purchased the CD 21 by Adele and I am in raptures with it. "Turning Tables" was featured on Glee last night and while I don't believe Gwyneth sang as well as Adele, it's such a good song it didn't really matter. "Someone Like You" is also a favorite of mine, lamenting the moving on of a past boyfriend/lover. Adele is very soulful and I usually reserve her for when I'm in a bad mood or when I'm sad, which has been, unfortunately, very frequent lately. Oh, come on, school's almost over, yet we still have a bunch of stuff to do. We all deserve to be a little peeved, especially juniors who have to start worrying about college and starting applications and making ourselves look perfect so that we'll be accepted. And then there's the money i$$ue. Short paragraph even shorter, I hate school right now.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Fairy-Tale Logic Alluding...?

One quick question: doesn't this poem remind you of Harry Potter? (Line 11)

Fairy-Tale Logic


Fairy-tales are full of impossible tasks;
Gather the chin hairs of a man-eating goat,
Or cross a sulphuric lake in a leaky boat,
Select the prince from a row of identical masks,
Tiptoe up to a dragon where it basks
And snatch its bone; count dust specks, mote by mote,
Or learn the phone directory by rote.
Always it's impossible what someone asks-

You have to fight magic with magic. You have to believe
That you have something impossible up your sleeve,
The language of snakes, perhaps, an invisible cloak,
An army of ants at your beck, or a lethal joke,
The will to do whatever must be done:
Marry a monster. Hand over your firstborn son.

A.E. Stallings

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Do The Creep, AHHH

We are the Facebook generation. Or that's what they call us. Personally, I'm not all that obsessed with Facebook. Of course I have one, and I probably check it everyday but I don't spend hours on it, creeping on people I know or don't know at all. If I'm on the computer awhile I'm on Stumble, finding new sites, listening to music or blogging HKA. In short, I don't creep. Like a lot of people I know. For instance, my mother. She is a total creeper! She might even be reading this, but I'm not all that concerned. She should know the truth. This might be some kind of intervention even. Anyway, sometimes I'll get on her computer and her facebook will be pulled up, but it's my page that she had been looking at. She basically monitors my facebook I guess. Creepy. Thus my belief that only college and high school students should be allowed to have facebooks. Middle schoolers having a page just exposes them to creepers on the internet and parents with facebooks just use it to make sure their kids are behaving. Which is fine and all, but there is a point where it becomes annoying, paranoid and overprotective.
This reminds me of a song the Lonely Island just did and their new music video was on SNL a couple of weeks back. It's called Do The Creep and it cracks me up. CHECK IT OUT!