- Real or not real?
- I finished The Hunger Games trilogy
- I’m not tired
- I just finished The Hunger Games trilogy
- I literally put Mockingjay down about fifteen minutes ago
- Real or not real?
- Sometimes reading really good books makes me sad because I can’t write that way
- Real or not real?
- Sometimes reading mostly good books frustrates me because I can think of ways I could have made them better
- Real or not real?
- Listening to Fun. is not helping to calm me down
- Listening to my sleepytime playlist is not really helping either
- I have quite a few Disney songs on my sleepytime playlist
- I never really wanted to be a Disney princess when I was little
- Snow White doesn’t do anything but bake pies and fall asleep
- Sleeping Beauty touches a needle and falls asleep
- Lots of Disney princesses have a habit of falling into a cursed sleep
- Ariel doesn’t have her priorities straight
- Jasmine is ok
- Belle is kind of awesome
- Cinderella did what she could. Really, the Prince was her ticket out of that crappy life.
- Does Pocahontas count as a princess?
- Mulan doesn’t count but she is awesome
- Tiana is ok
- Did I forget any?
- I’m pretty sure none of you believes that I didn’t want to be a Disney princess when I was little
- Real or not real?
- I really wanted to fly
- I think everyone wanted to fly
- Two days of a break at the end of a week is sometimes not enough
I had two rather conflicting experiences regarding the “young people” this week. By the way, let me just say that I hate the term “young people.” Those over the age of 50 seem to use that a lot to refer to anyone between the ages of 12 and 35. “Young people” is not a valid label for a demographic, okay? The wants and needs of a 15-year-old are not the same as the wants and needs of a 26-year-old. We are not a homogeneous group. Plus, saying “young people” makes you sound like “old people.” Hurts, doesn’t it?
Anyway, I had two rather conflicing experiences regarding high school teenagers and their habits in the last week. On Thursday, I was subjected to an unexpected diatribe in which one of the “over 50” crowd expressed her extreme displeasure with teens. She stopped by a meeting to speak for about five minutes on the failure of the next generation. To sum up: they are lazy, they don’t know anything, they don’t try, they are disorganized, they don’t show up, they don’t care, when you want them to do something they just stand in a group and talk to their friends, etc., etc., blah, blah. I did not have a chance to refute her claims or burn holes in her brain with my laser vision, because as soon as she stopped talking, she ran for the door. I’m guessing she saw the lasers charging.
My second experience involved serving as a proctor for the Academic Decathlon State Finals. Oh, if only the “old people” could have seen these teens in action. Here, we had teams of nine students each, ranging the GPA spectrum, from 40 schools across the state, competing in ten different academic categories. No, this wasn’t stuff they would have been tested on anyway. They spent all year going above and beyond the call of the standard state curriculum to study ten extra subjects. They took eight multiple choice tests (50 questions each) in the following subjects: art, language and literature, math, social studies, science, economics, and music. They had to prepare and deliver a speech and give an impromptu one, as well. They had to give an interview. Then they had to cap it all off with a Jeopardy-style relay.
Yeah, “young people” are totally lazy, don’t know anything, don’t try, are disorganized, don’t show up, don’t care, and they definitely don’t do anything all day long but stand around and talk to their friends.
Heads up, awesome high schools kids. More unsolicitied advice coming your way:
1.) Old people have been hating on young people since the beginning of time. Even Socrates was whining about the dangerous youth, back in the 4th century BC. I think for some people, criticizing the newer generations is a symptom of old age. Some might not see your value but many, many more do. I know it can hurt but try to shrug off the grumpy ones. They’ve already written you off so don’t hesitate to show them the same courtesy.
2.) If you’re studying for a test and there’s something that just won’t stick in your memory, write it out seven times in a row. Trust me.
3.) There are some important things you will learn in school that you will forget over time.
4.) There are some important things you will learn in school that you will remember forever.
5.) There are some things you will learn in school that are pretty much useless but you will forget them over time.
6.) There are some things you will learn in school that are pretty much useless but you will remember them forever. Keep them in your back pocket for cocktail parties.
7.) Inside jokes from high school will always be funny.
8.) If you can, eat lunch outside. I forgot how utterly depressing school cafeterias can be. Why is the lighting so DARK? Are they trying to induce a sweatshop mentality?
9.) Make time to read for fun. Trust me, you can fall out of practice.
10.) Keep discovering new ways to be awesome.
We will never forget.
I have no idea what that statement is supposed to mean.
It was everywhere last Sunday. People said it on TV, on the radio, in church, and on Facebook. I’m pretty sure Perez Hilton put it in a post. It was said slowly and solemnly, with great dignity and heavy emotion. It was as if we had convinced ourselves that by remembering, we were achieving some great act. By saying “we will never forget,” we were somehow healing wounds and rebuilding our future.
Remembering a tragedy is frighteningly simple. Any person can instantly remember the hard times in their own lives. This tragedy in particular, that day on September 11, 2001—it has been absolutely seared into our brains. The towers, the Pentagon, the smoke, the screaming…truly, it requires effort to forget those things. Those tragic images have been ubiquitous for the past ten years. They have been cried and prayed over. They have been memorialized by monuments. They have been recorded in books, in paintings, in movies, in songs. Less reverently, they have branded onto t-shirts, two-dollar bumper stickers, and commemorative coins.
Yes, we have actually become quite good at recalling the tragedy of that day.
We have forgotten everything else.
Ten years ago, we kept saying how strong we were, how we were more united than ever. Why can’t we come together that way now? Why is it only in the face of a demonstrative tragedy that we feel bound together by a common purpose?
We will never forget. It seems like such a simple resolution. And yet we have failed spectacularly.
When the representatives of our federal legislative body have less than 20% approval ratings, we have failed. When the president feels compelled to prove his country of birth, we have failed. When people feel they can validly accuse a fellow citizen of not loving this country enough, we have failed. When Americans are detained by the FBI because of their skin color, we have failed. When we act carelessly with our freedom and our democracy—those very things which we were targeted for ten years ago–when we throw them around as weapons against our own people or toss them aside in the name of “security,” we have failed.
Do you remember that feeling of unity ten years ago? It was palpable. You could almost see it, almost feel it in the very air we breathe.
Why now do we only recall the loss? Why don’t we think to honor those who died? Why don’t we remember that unity? Why don’t we remember it every day? Why don’t we know and believe that we are unified, have been unified, will continue to be unified by our very participation in this thing we call America?
We must remember.
We must remember.
Okay, here we go.
Yellow is a poor choice for nail polish. Your feet and/or hands wind up looking undead.
A zombie walk is where you walk around town with a bunch of people dressed like zombies bringing on the apocalypse. It is not a walk in support of zombie rights.
I support zombie rights.
I hope that by supporting zombie rights they will refrain from eating me alive.
I want to know who to blame for starting the whole “zombies are caused by a virus” line of crap. Why you gotta ruin supernatural stuff by throwing science in there?
Resident Evil is a really bad movie.
Why do all movies based on video games bump rave music on the soundtrack like it’s going out of style?
Super Mario Bros. is a really bad movie.
Whatever happened to Bob Hoskins?
Remember that little boy from Hook? I swear, I had a neighbor kid who looked just like him back in the day.
Remember when people thought pirates were campy?
Gene Kelly was in a pirate movie with Judy Garland. It was called The Pirate. No, I’m not kidding.
The neighbors are bumping rave music. Really? On a Tuesday? Really?
I think it was a musical. The Pirate. It had to have been, right?
I think Judy Garland was supposed to be Hispanic.
West Side Story annoys me.
When you watch West Side Story on an HD TV, Natalie Wood looks orange.
I would appreciate a creamsicle right about now.
It would suck to be a vampire and not be able to eat creamsicles.
You probably wouldn’t even want a creamsicle.
Do vampires miss eating creamsicles? Or any kind of ice cream treat?
Real vampires don’t sparkle.
I love True Blood.
I wish someone would have explained proper vampire lore to me as a child. I would have known vampires couldn’t just break into my house.
Cats are the guardians of the Underworld.
I wonder if cats get sick of hearing the same song over and over again.
I wonder if cats have favorite songs.
I wonder if Susi likes Lady Gaga.
Gaga is the SHIT.
Gaga is my age. What the hell am I doing wrong with my life?
I need more shoes.
Gaga has lots of shoes.
The key to success = really really ridiculous shoes.
The neighbors upstairs are still wearing steel-toed boots and might possibly own a steel-toe-booted elephant. Or rhinoceros. Or hippopotamus.
Hippos are jackasses. I’d stay the hell away from a hippo.
I DON’T LIKE IT!
Hey, sounds like they just broke something made of glass.
The hippo did it.
I decided it’s a hippo. They would have a hippo.
1. “Third Star to the Left” (the old blog name) took too long to say.
2. “No Pants”is a little too free-wheeling for me.
3. “Sans-Culottes” is a sneaky way of saying “no pants.” But it’s French and I don’t speak French.
Back in my pre-adolescent days, when my shoe options were limited, my shoelaces were constantly coming untied. I tied good bows. Excellent bows, really. They just didn’t stick around long. My mom said I was too hard on my feet. I can’t decide if I should blame that on the tap dancing or if I just wanted to show the ground that I meant business.
Anyway, it got to the point where I would just never untie my shoes. I would create double-knotted monstrosities and leave them intact as long as possible. I developed a violent (yet surprisingly graceful) way of kicking off my shoes that both kept the laces tied and minimized the whole take-off-your-shoes-when-you-come-inside-DON’T-GET-THEM-ON-THE-CARPET process. It was quick. It was efficient. I didn’t have time to deal with laces. They brought me down. I had things to do. I needed to go from bike riding mode to nose stuck in a book mode with as little transition time as possible.
Now that I have an ever-growing number of grown-up shoes at my disposal, I own a grand total of three pairs of shoes with laces. There is an entire PANTHEON of shoes that do not require them: boots, flip flops, wedges, sandals, espadrilles, ballet flats, high heels, Mary Janes, slippers, the list goes on and on.
I have things to DO. Shoelaces will not defeat me!
Then the tree doesn’t have to act all embarrassed and play it off like it meant to do that.
At some point during my first week here in DC, I decided to hang up some of the art posters that I chose to bring as part of my East Coast decor. If you have ever seen my room in M-Town, you know that the walls are covered in posters a-plenty and that most of them are of famous works of art.