When grammar nazis attack: Faacebookk girlsss makeee mee soo maddd.

I caan'tt standd when littleee girls on facebookk type likee thisssss. It literallyy makess me wantt to kick them in the faceee.

(I am aware I failed at that reenactment. I have no experience typing like that.)

I have some freshman and sophomore girls as friends on Facebook. Watching them type their statuses and comments to people stirs a silent rage inside me.

Exhibit A-this is a sophomore girl who goes to my church but also is in my school. Here are several of her status updates:

"Gotttaa love themm girllss Who Block you of faceboook! LIke you really think you can Pretend to be my freind, But na you just go behind my back and Mock & laugh at me like that. & start tht rumerrrr. naa not cool at all. & you really call your self a christian."

Your typing? Naaa, not cool at all.


Another example:

"Forgive your enemies, But never, never forget there names."

Okay, people. This is a basic English rule of survival: you must learn the difference between their, there, and they're. Didn't this become common knowledge like, before the origin of man? And then there is the fact that she even included this as a status. Girls around Exhibit A's age think that a greater number of status likes is strongly correlated with a person's popularity. For this reason, they post seemingly inspirational life quotes that really have the profundity of a nursery school rhyme and applaud themselves when similar people like these statuses. This particular status received 27 likes, which reaffirms my claim.

This, I am positive, will annoy even the most serene of bloggers: 

EATING 5 mcchickens eating 2 large fries.. and maybe a chicken salad. Oh and definalty a hot fudge sunday♥

This is not a joke. Exhibit A really wrote this. "Sunday"? I cannot even begin to explain my horror. What about the usage of commas? And why did you use "eating" twice? "Definalty"? I haven't even covered exaggeration yet. This girl obviously adores exaggeration. It might help to know that the girl is the size of a twig, and always makes sure she weighs nothing more. Of course, this is an obvious cry for attention to the divine speed of her metabolism.


I can't decipher if she does this for attention or if she really is that...er, unintelligent. Intentional or not, this is a new level of ditziness. My belief in the general stupidity of mankind is, again, confirmed.

That rant has been building for months.

Dawn goes down to day

Lately, I've been reading a lot of poetry. I love poetry that incorporates nature, so the first poem that always comes to my mind is "Nothing Gold Can Stay" by Robert Frost. I first read this poem when we read The Outsiders in 7th grade, and it became the first poem I ever memorized entirely. I was, and still am, captivated by it, so hopefully you'll like it too :)

Nature's first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Er...the printed word.

I told you guys last week that I got a Kindle for my birthday. Well, guess what? (What do you use after asking guess what? A question mark? An exclamation point? A period?) On Thursday, we had a huge family party with a bunch of my relatives to celebrate Thanksgiving/my birthday. Typically they all give me money, which I am more than thankful for (Ha! Get it? Thankful?), but this year my aunt and uncle got me the most unbelievable gift ever.

A Kindle Fire.

That's not my hand, obvs.

I was absolutely speechless. I sat there holding the box with my mouth in the pathetic "O" shape Taylor Swift makes when she wins yet another undeserved award. That sentence is awkward. Yeah.

OH YOU GO TAY TAY!

Anyway, I'm ecstatic that I got such a great gift, but it got me thinking (as always). I originally asked for the regular Kindle because I wanted something as close to a book as possible, without having to carry 5 books around in my bag. Getting this Kindle is exciting also, but I think of it more as a tablet. I'll read books on this one too, of course, but having two Kindles now makes me worried. What if I completely turn away from actual books? Naturally I'm still excited about having two cool new gadgets, but when the excitement wears away will I still read printed books?

I saw these stats that said only 20% of e-book reader owners turn completely away from printed books in favor of e-books. I don't want to be a part of that 20%, so I really hope that my love for actual books won't go away.

(By the way, I really should stop adding random spurts of thoughts between sentences using parenthesis.)

Christmas songs confuse me.

The local radio station has been playing Christmas songs for a week. I'm confused. It goes without saying here that holiday songs start playing on the radio the day after Thanksgiving, but Thanksgiving is this Thursday.

I don't see any reason in playing holiday songs only a couple weeks after Halloween. Why play them on November 14, when Christmas is a month and a half away? I'm guessing it's some corporate trick to get people in the "holiday spirit," to spend more in stores earlier for Christmas gifts and get the radios more airplay.

I might sound like a bitter Scrooge, but I actually love the Christmas spirit. The majority of Christmas songs are fun to listen to, and I love all the cute Christmas decor and merchandise in stores. Not to mention the enormous 40% discount coupon from Barnes and Noble I can use to buy myself more books buy books for my friends and family.

There are five Christmas songs I can't stand, though:

Jingle Bell Rock-I guess you could argue "Mean Girls" ruined it, but I never really liked the song anyway. I'm more of a classical Christmas carol kind of person. But Lindsay Lohan shaking her ass in my face while singing that song didn't help either.

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus-This could potentially be the most obnoxious and whiny song I've ever heard. Sorry, I don't like kid singers.

Silent Night-Yes, feel free to kill me for this one. I've disliked this song since first grade. Way too slow and dreary. And "sleep in heavenly peace"? Isn't that death? Doesn't really work with the whole birth of baby Jesus.

Last Christmas-Why anyone would write a Christmas song about heartbreak and desperation is beyond me. It's like preaching warfare on International Peace Day.

Feliz Navidad/Merry Christmas-Now, I love the fact that there's a Christmas song coordinating both Spanish and English in popular culture, but when does it end? The answer is never. You keep switching from Spanish to English nonstop until you get bored. Or until someone punches you. Whichever comes first. Bottom line: it's annoying and repetitive.

Which songs do you hate?

Book-Movie Adaptations

I don't like them. Nope.

The past three days, I have been obsessively reading the Hunger Games. I've heard of it for a while, but from what my friends have said about it, it didn't seem like the type of book I would like, so I never read it. Hearing a lot of positive things about the movie, I finally decided to read the book before seeing the movie. Shame me all you want for being that girl that only chose to read the book because the movie is coming out.

I finished the book an hour ago (which I loved, by the way), and then immediately went online to watch the trailer. Only one word can describe my feelings about the trailer: disappointment. I ended up adoring the book, partially because I adored the characters. I created the characters in my head, took the basic physical features they explained and made a person out of them. Watching the trailer, every significant character I imagined looks completely different.

I mean, it'll be nice to see a visual interpretation of the book, but I just can't completely accept the character portrayals. This is the reason why I almost never like book-movie adaptations. In a book, I make a world out of what the author gives me. In a movie, I'm looking at someone else's world, and it's never enough.

Kiss me now that I'm older.

Yupp, I'm 17. Fabulous, innit? Not really.

I've never been one who gets super excited about birthdays. All that attention is just too much for me. Today everyone sang "Happy Birthday" to me in five classes. It's ridiculous, because all I can do is bury my face in my hands and pray it ends sooner.

What are you supposed to do when people sing "Happy Birthday" to you anyways? Just sit there? It's awkward simply sitting and smiling. It makes you look like a freak. Part of me is tempted to sing along, but then everyone stops and yells at me for singing along. As a result, I feel pretending I'm not there and trying to hide under my desk is the best option.

Not a bad birthday, all in all. My favorite part was when my best friend brought in  "It's a Boy!" balloon to school this morning and gave it to me. The entire day I was forced to be the subject of shock and contempt from all my teachers and classmates (until I explained, of course). There's a likelihood that everyone considers me the unexpected slut, though.

My sister sent me this as well:

Oh, siblings. What birthday gift could possibly be greater than that?

I love my gifts, though. One of my closest friends finally got me the Foster the People and new Florence and the Machine CDs, knowing I'm broke as hell. My mom got me my Kindle, which I've been wanting forever, an eBook gift card, the Crazy, Stupid, Love DVD and money. My sister's taking me out to a movie and dinner tomorrow, and my brother and sister-in-law got me an enormous box of chocolates and money. My grandma also gave me the usual cash.

Not that you care about what gifts I got anyways. I felt it was kind of a "it's a birthday post, so of course I have to brag about the fabulous gifts I got because I'm a stuck up bitch" kind of thing. (Technically I was supposed to hyphenate that quoted sentence, but you all probably would have stabbed me).

Tomorrow my friends are hosting a surprise party (but not really, since I know about it) in my honor. That should be fun.

Well, then. I'm going to go now because this post couldn't possibly be more lame. The 40+ Facebook birthday posts await my graces.

An update...

Things to say:

-my birthday is tomorrow, but I pretty much won't get anything because 1.) I'm saving up most of the money for my trip to Europe this February 2.) I didn't tell anyone what I want because I don't want anything.
-I think I'm in love with Ted from How I Met Your Mother. I don't know what to do about it. He's a hopeless romantic and it's adorable.
-I can't stand people who don't have a sense of humor. I can't even believe they exist. They're a minority, but God, they're boring.
-I make the best Hamburger Helper. If you don't know what that is, basically it's pasta and sauce in a box, and you add beef.
-I skipped school today for no reason. It was lovely.
-I hate girls who say they adore Marilyn Monroe. Seriously, have you even seen one of her movies? Watch one movie at least (like Gentlemen Prefer Blondes) and then tell me you like her.
-I really want to see Hugo and J. Edgar
-I might be going insane from the severe stress I'm having in school.
-I asked for a Kindle for my birthday. I really hope I get it.

I love Ted and Barney :)

Hey, kids. Let's talk about RELATIONSHIPS.

Today, we discussed relationships in Health class. In this class, I have a friend who used to be my best friend in elementary school. We ended up drifting through middle school because she developed an obsession with always having a boyfriend, which she considered more important than actual friends.

At the time, I thought it was just a phase she was going through. This year, talking to her again, I realized it isn't. The girl has had 15 boyfriends (yes, she told me), and she isn't even 18 yet! And the worst part is the fact that they always end up being awful. All of the boyfriends she's had in high school (about 2/3 of the 15) she's met on Facebook. She meets random guys throughout the city, talks to them for a week or so, and before you know it, her Facebook relationship status is "In a Relationship".

That's her business, of course. Until she involves me and all of her other friends in it. All this girl does is whine. One day we were working in a group, and she asked her other friend "why does my life suck?" The girl answered "because you make it that way". This girl lost all her friends, lost any self-respect she had for herself, and any happiness, because of her obsession with having a boyfriend. All her Facebook statuses are "fuck my life" and "I'm so tired of all this bullshit".

What the hell were you thinking then, when you decided to go out with a 21 year old who isn't in college, has no job, and spends all of his free time going to concerts with his friends? This girl whines that he never calls, blows her off to hang out with his friends, and barely communicates with her. Yet she refuses to break up with him because she doesn't want to be alone.

And then you complain about hating your life and being insecure? You don't understand why you can't be in a good relationship,  because trust and love doesn't exist? Start with your choice of men.

I can't understand those kinds of people. Good things come to those who wait. Sure, I'd love to be in a relationship, but I choose not to be in something that will end up like what I discussed above. Relationships are not to fill a void of insecurity. I've never even been in one, and I know that. Is aiming reasonably high completely futile?

I'm aiming high;"I'm going to marry Mark Foster" high. You'll see.

See? He's waiting for me.

The sombrero is a symbol of Mexican nationalism.

I'm writing this while watching a documentary on the Mexican Revolution. Sorry to Diaz and my teacher, but at this moment, blogging is more important. Shake your heads in disgust at my indifference.

This school year is not going well. I'm working so hard (actually, I'm not) and my grades are the lowest they've been since my freshman year. It's quite devastating, especially since this year is so important and I have to finish it on good terms.

I've already applied to Cornell University (Early Decision). The decisions are announced December 15, so that means over a month of torturous waiting. I'm terrified. Chances are that I'll be rejected from every college I apply to, and end up sitting at home waiting for my destiny to...well, come.

Foster the People. What can I say about them as a band? Actually a lot:

ZOMG MARK FOSTER WHY WON'T YOU JUST MARRY ME FOR GOD'S SAKE YOUR SEXINESS IS BLINDING I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE. 



*ahem* They're quite the talented band, aren't they?

Look at them. All three of them.*sigh* Being a fangirl is a curse.

Their new single is brilliant, for lack of a better word ((listen to it here). I don't think any song has ever expressed my disgust at the stupidity of human beings so well as this one. What is most amusing to me about this song is that the stupid people Mark Foster is talking about are the same ones that won't listen to the lyrics so they'll never know he's talking about them.


Hilarious.

So, I've been thinking about that historical blog-posting series I talked about a few posts ago. I've decided I'm going to go for it. I can't guarantee it will be every Wednesday, or even once a week, but isn't it time I give this blog something unique, beyond rants and fangirling?

Well, anyway, please excuse this awful excuse of a post, but you know, it was either this or a History Channel documentary (with the occasional amusing soap commercial in between). Have a wonderful day, all you fantastic bloggers!

^ That's Joseph. I won't elaborate. 

Hehehe, I'm so good at being ugly sometimes.

Today, I'll be practicing the fine art of laughing at myself, and letting others laugh at me.

LOOK EVERYONE LOOK AT ME HAHA I'M FUNNY-LOOKING AREN'T I?!

In the final one, I was trying to go for a semi-ugly pose. Don't judge, it's been a long day, waking up at 7 am to go take a 3 hour exam of literature, US history and chemistry.

(My mom and sister were watching me take these pictures. They think I'm insane.)

See you soon blogfriends!

When she was just a girl, she expected the world.

Life is full of expectations.

We expect so much out of such worthless things. We expect that we will succeed, that maybe someday we will become unbelievably beautiful, that we will become famous.

Why don't we expect being happy? Why do we feel our happiness can only lie in earning a high salary, being seen as extremely attractive, and having our face shown in magazines? Why can't we recognize the beauty in seeing the leaves fade to shades of red and yellow, or the bliss of reading in bed with a cup of tea?

Why are we so vain; so unsatisfied with our lives? Why have we placed beauty in all the wrong places? Why do we feel better when we treat someone heartlessly?

Life's biggest happiness and beauty is found in the things that money cannot ever buy us. It's found in the simple fact that we're alive.