Thursday, October 11, 2007
Comment Thread
Mom's having some problems with a substitute teacher and I commented on the next post, an update. Soooooo.... Yeah. Happy commenting!
Monday, October 8, 2007
Excuse Me?
Excuse me? What exactly gave you the right to yell at me? What miracle have you preformed that makes you that much better than me?
If you haven't already noticed, I haven't had the best day, starting with lunch.
In my school, you can either eat lunch in the cafeteria or outside on these wooden tables. There are about six of them, and they're pretty ordinary. But some people get possesive about which table is 'theirs'. It's a bit more clear cut in the cafeteria, my group, as small as it is, has their side, another sub-group takes the other. But the wooden tables aren't used much because our school is right near the Carquinez Straights, so there's usually a decent breeze.
The entire thing actually started last week, when my friends Nikki (fellow 7th grader) and I sat down at a wooden table after we finished eating. We had been sitting for about fifteen minutes when a huge group (twelve or so) of black girls came along.
According to them, we were sitting at 'their table' and we had to move.
Excuse me? Madam bitch? We were FUCKING HERE FIRST and that you have NO RIGHT to behave like we are enroaching on your 'property'.
Unfortunatly I cannot say that to them because they are all eighth graders e.g. taller, stronger, faster, and coarser (langauge, manners) than I am. You do not mess with eighth graders.
So instead we politely say, "I'm sorry, I don't want to do that right now."
In response we get a stream of cuss words and threatening behavior. Much of the time is spent saying that we should get up because we are 7th graders and that they are 8th.
Eventually, Nikki gets bored- yes, bored. Nikki is awesome like this -and tells one of the many girls sitting on the table (which isn't allowed, btw) that we'll leave if she says please. So she does, and we do.
Today, we had finished eating. The school library was closed and we had finished our homework, so we started talking about out SSR books.
Then Madam Bitch and her Bitchetts wander over. Again, we are sitting on 'thier table'. Again, we refuse to move. Also, we aren't talking enough to Kim, a shy African American girl who sits at our table. This time, since my friend Karolyn, an 8th grader, is with us, they use a different resoning: we should move/talk because we're white.
Oh. My. FUCKING. God.
We have spent MONTHS covering the Civil War. MONTHS. Slavery STOPPED. DONE (in North America).
So what exactly gives you the right to say that you're better than we are because you're black? Hmm? Give me a reason.
And about Kim: she DOES NOT WANT to talk. I've known her for two years and she's alway been quiet. We try to include her in conversations, but if she doesn't want to speak we don't force her.
This time when we do not immediately bow to their whim, they start cussing at us.
"Move the HELL off of our FUCKING table bitches!"
"Oh, Carolyn, why are you friends with 7th graders? Too much of a loser to find any good friends?"
And, my personal favorite:
"Come on four-eyes, move your butt."
When someone calls someone wearing glasses 'four-eyes', it really is pathetic. I mean, there isn't a more overdone insult in the world. It's not even insulting any more.
The one that really pissed me off was-
"Let me put it the white way: Please get up?"
What.
Who the hell do you think you are? You waltz over here to demand that we do something we don't want to do, then say that being polite isn't in style?
Or that having lighter skin is something to be ashamed of?
This is the Civil Rights movement all over again. People think that the past can govern the future and that it's all right to tell someone that they aren't worthy of respect.
People think that others aren't allowed to do something because of their ethnicity. That if you have skin that isn't dark enough than you have to change your clothing, friends, and speech to make up for it.
That is what the entire Getto movement is, you know. Feeling the need to change from peer pressure.
What's worse is, after the counseler chased- chased, because they wouldn't leave -the gang away, Kim tried to apologize.
I think Nikki put it best:
"Don't apologize for stupid people. Because if you're smart enough to see how idiotic they are, than you can just laugh at them like the rest of the world."
Please note that I only call African-Americans 'black' when I do not like them, this is not normal behavior for me.
If you haven't already noticed, I haven't had the best day, starting with lunch.
In my school, you can either eat lunch in the cafeteria or outside on these wooden tables. There are about six of them, and they're pretty ordinary. But some people get possesive about which table is 'theirs'. It's a bit more clear cut in the cafeteria, my group, as small as it is, has their side, another sub-group takes the other. But the wooden tables aren't used much because our school is right near the Carquinez Straights, so there's usually a decent breeze.
The entire thing actually started last week, when my friends Nikki (fellow 7th grader) and I sat down at a wooden table after we finished eating. We had been sitting for about fifteen minutes when a huge group (twelve or so) of black girls came along.
According to them, we were sitting at 'their table' and we had to move.
Excuse me? Madam bitch? We were FUCKING HERE FIRST and that you have NO RIGHT to behave like we are enroaching on your 'property'.
Unfortunatly I cannot say that to them because they are all eighth graders e.g. taller, stronger, faster, and coarser (langauge, manners) than I am. You do not mess with eighth graders.
So instead we politely say, "I'm sorry, I don't want to do that right now."
In response we get a stream of cuss words and threatening behavior. Much of the time is spent saying that we should get up because we are 7th graders and that they are 8th.
Eventually, Nikki gets bored- yes, bored. Nikki is awesome like this -and tells one of the many girls sitting on the table (which isn't allowed, btw) that we'll leave if she says please. So she does, and we do.
Today, we had finished eating. The school library was closed and we had finished our homework, so we started talking about out SSR books.
Then Madam Bitch and her Bitchetts wander over. Again, we are sitting on 'thier table'. Again, we refuse to move. Also, we aren't talking enough to Kim, a shy African American girl who sits at our table. This time, since my friend Karolyn, an 8th grader, is with us, they use a different resoning: we should move/talk because we're white.
Oh. My. FUCKING. God.
We have spent MONTHS covering the Civil War. MONTHS. Slavery STOPPED. DONE (in North America).
So what exactly gives you the right to say that you're better than we are because you're black? Hmm? Give me a reason.
And about Kim: she DOES NOT WANT to talk. I've known her for two years and she's alway been quiet. We try to include her in conversations, but if she doesn't want to speak we don't force her.
This time when we do not immediately bow to their whim, they start cussing at us.
"Move the HELL off of our FUCKING table bitches!"
"Oh, Carolyn, why are you friends with 7th graders? Too much of a loser to find any good friends?"
And, my personal favorite:
"Come on four-eyes, move your butt."
When someone calls someone wearing glasses 'four-eyes', it really is pathetic. I mean, there isn't a more overdone insult in the world. It's not even insulting any more.
The one that really pissed me off was-
"Let me put it the white way: Please get up?"
What.
Who the hell do you think you are? You waltz over here to demand that we do something we don't want to do, then say that being polite isn't in style?
Or that having lighter skin is something to be ashamed of?
This is the Civil Rights movement all over again. People think that the past can govern the future and that it's all right to tell someone that they aren't worthy of respect.
People think that others aren't allowed to do something because of their ethnicity. That if you have skin that isn't dark enough than you have to change your clothing, friends, and speech to make up for it.
That is what the entire Getto movement is, you know. Feeling the need to change from peer pressure.
What's worse is, after the counseler chased- chased, because they wouldn't leave -the gang away, Kim tried to apologize.
I think Nikki put it best:
"Don't apologize for stupid people. Because if you're smart enough to see how idiotic they are, than you can just laugh at them like the rest of the world."
Please note that I only call African-Americans 'black' when I do not like them, this is not normal behavior for me.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Because These Are FUNNY!
HAHAHA! We all needed that, admit it. And this one:
Snigger snigger. I am amused.
I just noticed this--- click on the pics to full-view. Especially our walrus friend. He is lonely without his bucket.
Ok, I am done. I have done my community service. Yay!
Because These Are FUNNY!
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HAHAHA! We all needed that, admit it.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
I Really Should Be in Bed But...
Clickeh!
My Daemon was Cleon, again. My last one had a different name though, an odd one...
Cleon's ok though. He's cute :)
My Daemon was Cleon, again. My last one had a different name though, an odd one...
Cleon's ok though. He's cute :)
Friday, September 14, 2007
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!
Omfg, this will never work.
Take a look at that link. A good, long look.
Now tell me: who would you say buys the most clothing-small children, teenagers, or adults?
Teenagers, of course. Now tell me, what sane teen would EVER buy ANYTHING like that? (Note, I said sane teens, not high-and-all-mighty-servants-of-the-lord teens, because I've seen those ones and they scare me.)
Whoever made these products is clearly an idiot. The largest clientel (I dunno how that's spelled), teenagers, wouldn't go within two miles of those. Those suits look unattractive and uncomfortable. They are ugly. They are hideous.
And they're the one thing I don't think of when I think 'swimming'--formal. They're the church outfits of the ocean, the Quaker costumes of the pool. Nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty things.
And, unfortunately for the kids who were forced to model, they scream, "EVANGELICAL, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED"
Not the message you want to give for that end-of-year pool party with all of the bullies there, is it? Think, asking for it? Bringing it on? Entry #1 in 'How To Get Teased For the Rest of Your Natural Life'?
Bleargh. Hate those suits. Hatehatehatehatehate.
In other news:
Generally I got a good reaction about the clothing switch. Those who told me it looked horrible never liked me in the first place, so that doesn't count.
Chelsea started loaning me Shojo manga, or girl comics. I didn't think I'd like them, but they are addicting-- my personal favorites are Punch! and Vampire Knight. Yumm. Hot guys. And I don't even like guys- they leave a lot to be desired. I'm fine with how some (SOME!!) of them look, but ye gods tact and manners are not in their vocabulary.
If insulting me is a male's way of saying 'I'm interested in you', males need some new tactics. NOW. As in, overnight change kind of right now. Strangle them all!
ANYWAY-
I love the style of the Shojo artists. They use more chibi's and 'super expressions' than Shonen artists, manga artists aimed at male audiences. The plot lines, to me, seem to vary more also. There aren't any repetitive 'I'm going to hurt you bad!' fightfightfightfightfight 'Damn, that was hard! Now to go rescue that girl wearing the short skirt that tripped over the carpet in ch.3!' fall in love, kiss scene, luurrvve scene in R rated comics. Females are usually limited to 'Watch out ____!' roles, and aren't very intelligent. All girls have big boobs and tiny waists. All people are 1-30 years old.
Now, obviously Shojo artists have repetitions too. There seems to be one 'attractive male' look, and most artists just borrow from this style, with only hair and clothing details separating male characters. Females seem to have a bit more flexible design, usually with HUGE eyes and a lot shorter than the corresponding hero/date/lover. Also, for some reson all guys have big hands with long fingers. Strange.
The panel construction trophy, however, goes directly to Shojo. The setups are more dramatic, and the camera angles more varied. Diagonal panels are actually used. It is unusual to see an overcrowded panel as there is no extra 'EEEEEERRRRRRRRAAAAAAAARRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!' speeches to clutter things up. The suspense is actually suspenseful, no 'But how?!?!?!?!' here.
In conclusion, we likey! I am really happy with my makeover and am reading some really interesting stuff.
That's all, folks!
Take a look at that link. A good, long look.
Now tell me: who would you say buys the most clothing-small children, teenagers, or adults?
Teenagers, of course. Now tell me, what sane teen would EVER buy ANYTHING like that? (Note, I said sane teens, not high-and-all-mighty-servants-of-the-lord teens, because I've seen those ones and they scare me.)
Whoever made these products is clearly an idiot. The largest clientel (I dunno how that's spelled), teenagers, wouldn't go within two miles of those. Those suits look unattractive and uncomfortable. They are ugly. They are hideous.
And they're the one thing I don't think of when I think 'swimming'--formal. They're the church outfits of the ocean, the Quaker costumes of the pool. Nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty things.
And, unfortunately for the kids who were forced to model, they scream, "EVANGELICAL, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED"
Not the message you want to give for that end-of-year pool party with all of the bullies there, is it? Think, asking for it? Bringing it on? Entry #1 in 'How To Get Teased For the Rest of Your Natural Life'?
Bleargh. Hate those suits. Hatehatehatehatehate.
In other news:
Generally I got a good reaction about the clothing switch. Those who told me it looked horrible never liked me in the first place, so that doesn't count.
Chelsea started loaning me Shojo manga, or girl comics. I didn't think I'd like them, but they are addicting-- my personal favorites are Punch! and Vampire Knight. Yumm. Hot guys. And I don't even like guys- they leave a lot to be desired. I'm fine with how some (SOME!!) of them look, but ye gods tact and manners are not in their vocabulary.
If insulting me is a male's way of saying 'I'm interested in you', males need some new tactics. NOW. As in, overnight change kind of right now. Strangle them all!
ANYWAY-
I love the style of the Shojo artists. They use more chibi's and 'super expressions' than Shonen artists, manga artists aimed at male audiences. The plot lines, to me, seem to vary more also. There aren't any repetitive 'I'm going to hurt you bad!' fightfightfightfightfight 'Damn, that was hard! Now to go rescue that girl wearing the short skirt that tripped over the carpet in ch.3!' fall in love, kiss scene, luurrvve scene in R rated comics. Females are usually limited to 'Watch out ____!' roles, and aren't very intelligent. All girls have big boobs and tiny waists. All people are 1-30 years old.
Now, obviously Shojo artists have repetitions too. There seems to be one 'attractive male' look, and most artists just borrow from this style, with only hair and clothing details separating male characters. Females seem to have a bit more flexible design, usually with HUGE eyes and a lot shorter than the corresponding hero/date/lover. Also, for some reson all guys have big hands with long fingers. Strange.
The panel construction trophy, however, goes directly to Shojo. The setups are more dramatic, and the camera angles more varied. Diagonal panels are actually used. It is unusual to see an overcrowded panel as there is no extra 'EEEEEERRRRRRRRAAAAAAAARRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!' speeches to clutter things up. The suspense is actually suspenseful, no 'But how?!?!?!?!' here.
In conclusion, we likey! I am really happy with my makeover and am reading some really interesting stuff.
That's all, folks!
Saturday, September 8, 2007
Gift Baskets
I am usually see myself as a prep. No spiked hair, no spikes in general, neutral color schemes. Most of my friends are preps like I am, but there is one exception. A girl named Chelsey.
She's the sweetest person I know, and also the only Goth. Square-cut bangs, red and black plaid, ripped homemade shirts, the whole thing. She came into school yesterday with these all-rubber, four-inch black platform shoes that went up to her knees. They had spikes.
But she's so sweet. She sent me an e-mail about custom gift baskets, you listed what your custom basket would look like.
My basket:
-recommended stores list- I need more rocker clothes
-recommended songs list- alternative and j-pop, oddly enough
-recommended restaurant list- I love most kinds of food
-neat names list- I'm running out of ideas for my characters
-seasons 1-2 of InuYasha
-season 2 of Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends
-volume 19-25 of InuYasha
-volume 2-7 of Black Cat
-volume 2-8 of Buddha
-makeup kit (experimenting)
-CHOCOLATE
-ice cream
-$50 iTunes gift card- mine ran out a while ago
-2 all-day spa passes for me and Mom
-a steel pole about four feet long, my drawings of hands are getting steadily worse, I need a prop
-a book on shading
-another nib pen, I lost mine
-whatever else you can think of, I like gifts :3 *end*
She sent back: "oooo! I want to do this basket for you! When's your bithday! Oh and I didn't know you wanted to go rocker! I can give you a bunch of stuff! Oh and I'll give you some stores and music lists right now!"
She did send me stores and songs right away. And we're going shopping for more stuff tomorrow.
I went to Hot Topic yesterday and got half-gloves, two shirts, a hoodie, and a pair of pants. That's it. And all of a sudden I'm going shopping with the resident goth.
I'm REALLY excited! I guess I should be a bit worried, but Mom'll be there and stop me from doing anything stupid. I just need to get my half-gloves fixed, I pulled the wrong thread and now one has a large hole in it. Darn my thread fetish! Darn you!
She's the sweetest person I know, and also the only Goth. Square-cut bangs, red and black plaid, ripped homemade shirts, the whole thing. She came into school yesterday with these all-rubber, four-inch black platform shoes that went up to her knees. They had spikes.
But she's so sweet. She sent me an e-mail about custom gift baskets, you listed what your custom basket would look like.
My basket:
-recommended stores list- I need more rocker clothes
-recommended songs list- alternative and j-pop, oddly enough
-recommended restaurant list- I love most kinds of food
-neat names list- I'm running out of ideas for my characters
-seasons 1-2 of InuYasha
-season 2 of Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends
-volume 19-25 of InuYasha
-volume 2-7 of Black Cat
-volume 2-8 of Buddha
-makeup kit (experimenting)
-CHOCOLATE
-ice cream
-$50 iTunes gift card- mine ran out a while ago
-2 all-day spa passes for me and Mom
-a steel pole about four feet long, my drawings of hands are getting steadily worse, I need a prop
-a book on shading
-another nib pen, I lost mine
-whatever else you can think of, I like gifts :3 *end*
She sent back: "oooo! I want to do this basket for you! When's your bithday! Oh and I didn't know you wanted to go rocker! I can give you a bunch of stuff! Oh and I'll give you some stores and music lists right now!"
She did send me stores and songs right away. And we're going shopping for more stuff tomorrow.
I went to Hot Topic yesterday and got half-gloves, two shirts, a hoodie, and a pair of pants. That's it. And all of a sudden I'm going shopping with the resident goth.
I'm REALLY excited! I guess I should be a bit worried, but Mom'll be there and stop me from doing anything stupid. I just need to get my half-gloves fixed, I pulled the wrong thread and now one has a large hole in it. Darn my thread fetish! Darn you!
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