In Sickness And In Health

I absolutely hate being under the weather.  Right I've caught, drum roll please... the common cold.  Isn't that lovely.  My throat is sore, my nose is running at the most inconvenient moments.  Best of all I am getting zero sleep because I can't breathe at night.  Fantastic.

Okay I'll stop whining.  No promises though.  I mean, it is now that time of the year.  If you haven't gotten your flu shot yet, then get it together and move!  You do not want to get the flu, any strain or variation of it.  A cold is bad enough.  Believe me I know, the girl who can handle multiple broken limbs, sprains, and even stitches, cannot take even the slightest dose of allergy season.

Don't get sick please, 'cause if you do you tend to spread it. ;P

Was On Facebook...

I was on Facebook a moment ago when I came across this post from Funny Mama.  If you want a direct link to this specific post that is shown above, here it is.  Also you can check out their website while your at it, they tend to have a lot of crazy stuff all of the time.  Crazy, but hilarious and good.  Some of it, what am I saying, the majority of it you need to understand the underlying context in order to get the joke or pun or whatever, etc., etc.  Pretty much like the one here.  If you're not into Pokémon, or if you've just never really watched the show, then you're most likely not going to get it.

Well, I'm going to try and keep on writing, please do try to keep on reading.

Need To Start Writing Again

It's certainly been a while since I last posted here.  Last time I believe was May 20th, 2012.  That's over a month ago now that I think about it.  I really need to start writing again, not just here on the blog, but in general.  It's been a while since I just sat down and wrote something like a poem.  Or even since I sat down and decided to work on my book.  Writing brings a bit of calmness to my mind, a kind of peace that is hard for my to find in everyday life.  Painting, art, sometimes music can do it for me too, reading books does it spectacularly.  But, I need to start writing again.  The book I spoke of just a moment ago that I'm writing, I am only about 6-7 pages into it and I have been writing it off and on for about 2 1/2 years.  I have the story line, character profiles, genre(s), plot(s), twists and turns, etc., etc., all of it.  I have it all right here in my head and it hasn't gone anywhere since the day it smacked my upside the head.  Figuratively, of course.  It hasn't faded, drifted or even dwindled in the slightest.  If anything, over time it has grown into an even greater story than I originally thought it could ever become.

So really I need to start writing again, because I've been starting to get more and more ideas for my book as of late and it's driving me to the edge of insanity because I haven't written them down on paper.  Better hurry before my ADHD self becomes completely hyper-focused on just the book.  So much so that I'm unable to eat or sleep.  Ha ha ha.  Just kidding about the eat or sleep thing.

Autobiography Powerpoint

Hope that you enjoy!

Individuality and Conformity

There is a lot of tension that exists between conformists and those who wish to be individual.  Sometimes a conformists by some standards can be considered either a team player or even a blind follower.  While an individual can also be considered either an obnoxious deviant or heroic and/or unique.  Each has their own flaws and each can work to either benefit society or bring it down to its knees.  Examples of this are:

• Nazism and the Holocaust
• Driving Laws
• Body Image
• Clothing Style
• Classroom
• Police Presence
• Music
• Religion

For each and every one of these that are listed, sometimes it is better to conform.  Sometimes it is so because it helps people.  But other times, it is better to not do so.  Because doing so can cause more pain to those around you, it can push back and lock away into the darkest parts of yourself who you truly are.

In what is a majorly popular experiment to refer back to as well as repeat over again in the field of psychology, Asch Experiment tries to capture and take into account how many people in their control group would conform to the situation they were presented with.

It was discovered that during the beginning of the experiment the test subjects kept to their beliefs and individuality.  But as the experiment continued on, the subjects began to conform to the group that they had been placed in.  Each subject was tested separately from the others within a group made up of actors.  These actors were told to choose incorrect answers every time.  Even if the subject knew otherwise than what was being said by the group, they did not wish to feel left out.

In my own eyes I am not certain as to whether or not I am either a conformist or an individual or even a mixture of the two.  But I can say that I prefer not to "go with the flow" when I comes to clothing style.  I wear the kind of clothes that I like to wear, not those that everyone else does.  Those that people think are the new fashion, the kind of clothing that girl like wearing to make themselves look like sluts.  Do excuse my French.

It's the same with my body image, the girls that you see on the covers of magazines, the size of Popsicle sticks, who wants to be that skinny.  Being that skinny in some peoples' eye may look beautiful, but who would want to be so skinny that they are also so unhealthy?

Thinking about it, it's possible that I'm a bit more of an individual than a conformist.  I think this is a good thing for me in many aspects, but that same individuality could also be turned down a notch.  It's seriously feeding my egotistic pride at times.

Essays

These are two essays that  I wrote as part of a school assignment.  Click here and here to see them.

My Little 'Bro-ny'

I am just going to assume that the people that are reading this, if there are people reading this, already know what My Little Pony is.  If you don't, it is a cartoon for little girls all about magical talking ponies with annoying high pitched voices.  Now, there are some people who end up watching the show even though they aren't little girls.  This is mostly due to the fact that they are guys that have little kids that watch the show and thus force them to watch it with them.  Eventually these guy get absorbed into the show and start to enjoy it.  This began a few years ago an I'm guessing some people know this already, but to try to hold onto the bit of manhood they had left these guys decided to call themselves "Bro-nies".

I bet you are wondering why I am bringing this subject to light.  Well the answer is quite simple really, I just learned this past weekend that my younger brother is in fact a "Bro-ny".  He can call it manly all he wants, but nothing is farther from the truth.

Days Like These

It's days like these, when I wake up and I am so tired I think that I could die that I just want to stay home and stay in bed all day.  The thing is though, I know that I can't do that because I need to leave the house, go to school and learn what I need to learn.  Sometimes I am happy with what I learn and so it can wake me up just a slight bit.  But other times the material just bores the heck out of me.  So much that I feel as if my brain is oozing out of my ears.  Most of the time it has to do with me already knowing the material or I am not just not that interested in learning the specific topic.  Jeez, I seem to always go off on tangents whether it's in my writing or in conversation.  Okay, okay.  Yes, I know.  I'll stop talking now.

6 Word Memoir

Too many tragedies in the news.

Some can easily make me cry.

Others can fill me with fear.

Politicians say they'll end our wars.

Most will just start new ones.

Power can corrupt even the good.

Those it doesn't can end wars.

But only if it is wanted.

My City Haikus

Every day I see,
Strangers in my city.
Strangers passing me.

I get on the train,
I'm engulfed by the insane.
At each stop I wane.

Garbage here and there.
One false step precedes a swear.
Why not do your share?

Random Ramblings

I don't think that I ever really realized how bored I can get at times.  When it happens, I love to revel in the times where I have something interesting to do.  But when I am not bored, I can't even seem to recall the feeling.  Just thinking about it now, it's kind of funny in a way.  Not sure why though.

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