Does anybody read this blog anymore?
I think I'm going to take it down.
I give it a week.
It's been fun, but it's over.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Friday, March 14, 2008
Psych Class
This is your friendly admin Sharon speaking, bringing you this public service announcement:
YOU GET GET ONTO THESE SITES AT STOGA!!!!!!!!
HOW FUCKING RAD IS THAT!!!!!!
ITS NOT BLOCKED...
so instead of doing those notes... why not blog?
YOU GET GET ONTO THESE SITES AT STOGA!!!!!!!!
HOW FUCKING RAD IS THAT!!!!!!
ITS NOT BLOCKED...
so instead of doing those notes... why not blog?
Monday, March 10, 2008
Resignation
I, Ello, officially declare my resignation from this blog. I have no time for it. I hate blogs. I hate life. I hate human beings. I hate children. I hate people who say they're vegetarian but eat fish. I hate ignorance. I hate sluts. I hate cheese. I hate animal abuse. I hate Christianity. I hate religion. I hate journalists. I hate school orchestra. I hate wasting time. I hate when children are in choul. I hate pda. I hate uggs. I hate preps. I hate long straightened dyed blonde hair. I hate the death penalty. I hate pro-life. I hate graphing. I hate "In God We Trust" on their money. I hate high school. I hate myself. I hate.
The end.
If you want to argue against my decision, go ahead. But saying "oh Ello, don't resign!" will not help you at ALL. You want to argue, you make a good argument! I won't come back to this blog if you just TELL me to. No one owns me but ME.
The end.
If you want to argue against my decision, go ahead. But saying "oh Ello, don't resign!" will not help you at ALL. You want to argue, you make a good argument! I won't come back to this blog if you just TELL me to. No one owns me but ME.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Will You Be My Valentire?
I wrote about this on my blog shinymasochism, please comment there.
Its a very MagLev type issue though....
http://shinymasochism.blogspot.com/2008/02/will-you-be-my-valentine.html
Its a very MagLev type issue though....
http://shinymasochism.blogspot.com/2008/02/will-you-be-my-valentine.html
Life and some other random stuff.
I really shouldn't be writing a post because I should be practicing. But I have plenty of time to practice today so I thought I'd write a post.
Life is pointless. It's annoying [that it seems to be pointless, as far as we can tell, that is]. It seems that the either you work hard so that you can have a good choice of jobs when you grow up, or you slack off and do nothing ever. But if you choose the former (which you're supposed to), life is boring and pointless. All you do is work hard and learn things so that you can do what you want, and then you work more. I don't get what the point is. I'm not saying I want to die or anything, but it just seems pointless. See, I practice and practice every day to get better, but to get better for what? I do districts and regionals and states so that I can what? And even if I find out what what is, would it really matter?
It all comes down to the question of life, the universe and everything. The answer is 42.
That's that post. Now for pointless thoughts flying around on broomsticks (besenreiten) in my head.
I hate it when a person says that he/she lives for a person he/she loves. I mean, is that person's life so incredibly shitty that he/she doesn't even care about his/her own self? It's pathetic and ignorant. And disgusting.
I'm afraid of what will happen to me after college. I think I will probably never marry or whatever, and so I'll live alone, but I'm scared of living alone. I will have to be the one killing the bugs because there will be no one else around to kill them for me. That's just scary. I can't even get near one of those stinkbug things, let alone take them and flush them down the toilet. And once in my dorm room at Bryn Mawr, a creepy bug came to attack me on my windowsill, and I just stuck my box of fabric softener stuff on it. So what will happen to me after college?!?! Eeek!
I'm so tired of big egos. The worst of it is that I have one.
Ah, here's another fun thing.
The other day, I said "Footloose sucks" about five times. I then told a kid I know to shut up (that was later though). So basically I was a normal kid for a day. It was kind of ok because I didn't have to care about whatever I said. But it was not cool because I know what it's like to be told to "shut up" by one of your friends, and I wince every time I hear the word "sucks" (or any of its derivations). "Suck" is a disgusting and bad word. I never use it. "Shut up" is an arrogant, demeaning, and hurtful phrase. I hardly ever say this to people (except for my sister).
So don't use those phrases.
Children are so vulgar and uncaring.
I hate seeing kids "pda"-ing in the hallways. I just want to go up to them and blow one of those annoying horn thingies that people bring to graduation and then get in trouble for in the pdaer's faces. MOVE, YOU DISGUSTING SLUTTY BASTARDS! GO SOMEWHERE ELSE TO SLIME EACH OTHER'S FACES! OR DON'T DO IT AT ALL! The latter is better. I would like to scream that at them. I hate when kids hold hands. I want to chop them off when I see this. But I would never do that because of the obvious, and also because it's gross. I am not violent. I don't think high school kids should be in "choul" (see a previous post on The Artificial Flagman if you don't know what that means). Kids shouldn't go out on dates and have boyfriends/girlfriends. It's a waste of time and it is pointless. Talk about throwing your life away on another person! Really, you'll break up eventually, so how about just never starting it? What's the point in, uh, "loving" someone if you'll stop "loving" that person eventually? And if it's a waste of time? If it disgusts the world? If it is pointless?
BREAK UP. ALL OF YOU WHO ARE IN CHOUL. I URGE YOU TO BREAK UP.
But you won't.
Oh god.
I'm turning into Mr Decker.
That is NOT a good thing.
But I won't be a pedophile when I'm a high school music teacher. In that, you needn't worry.
I've had too much pressure lately. I'm really going mental. Regionals, Bye Bye Birdie, DCYO, and regular schoolwork is too much. Not to mention that Bye Bye Birdie and regionals perform back to back. It's making me go mental. But I enjoy being overly involved. It keeps me from getting bored or depressed. And the more violin, the better! (Also the more on my transcript, the better.)
I can't wait till college. I really can't wait. I'm excited. It's crazy.
So basically, high school children are disgusting.
Life is pointless. It's annoying [that it seems to be pointless, as far as we can tell, that is]. It seems that the either you work hard so that you can have a good choice of jobs when you grow up, or you slack off and do nothing ever. But if you choose the former (which you're supposed to), life is boring and pointless. All you do is work hard and learn things so that you can do what you want, and then you work more. I don't get what the point is. I'm not saying I want to die or anything, but it just seems pointless. See, I practice and practice every day to get better, but to get better for what? I do districts and regionals and states so that I can what? And even if I find out what what is, would it really matter?
It all comes down to the question of life, the universe and everything. The answer is 42.
That's that post. Now for pointless thoughts flying around on broomsticks (besenreiten) in my head.
I hate it when a person says that he/she lives for a person he/she loves. I mean, is that person's life so incredibly shitty that he/she doesn't even care about his/her own self? It's pathetic and ignorant. And disgusting.
I'm afraid of what will happen to me after college. I think I will probably never marry or whatever, and so I'll live alone, but I'm scared of living alone. I will have to be the one killing the bugs because there will be no one else around to kill them for me. That's just scary. I can't even get near one of those stinkbug things, let alone take them and flush them down the toilet. And once in my dorm room at Bryn Mawr, a creepy bug came to attack me on my windowsill, and I just stuck my box of fabric softener stuff on it. So what will happen to me after college?!?! Eeek!
I'm so tired of big egos. The worst of it is that I have one.
Ah, here's another fun thing.
The other day, I said "Footloose sucks" about five times. I then told a kid I know to shut up (that was later though). So basically I was a normal kid for a day. It was kind of ok because I didn't have to care about whatever I said. But it was not cool because I know what it's like to be told to "shut up" by one of your friends, and I wince every time I hear the word "sucks" (or any of its derivations). "Suck" is a disgusting and bad word. I never use it. "Shut up" is an arrogant, demeaning, and hurtful phrase. I hardly ever say this to people (except for my sister).
So don't use those phrases.
Children are so vulgar and uncaring.
I hate seeing kids "pda"-ing in the hallways. I just want to go up to them and blow one of those annoying horn thingies that people bring to graduation and then get in trouble for in the pdaer's faces. MOVE, YOU DISGUSTING SLUTTY BASTARDS! GO SOMEWHERE ELSE TO SLIME EACH OTHER'S FACES! OR DON'T DO IT AT ALL! The latter is better. I would like to scream that at them. I hate when kids hold hands. I want to chop them off when I see this. But I would never do that because of the obvious, and also because it's gross. I am not violent. I don't think high school kids should be in "choul" (see a previous post on The Artificial Flagman if you don't know what that means). Kids shouldn't go out on dates and have boyfriends/girlfriends. It's a waste of time and it is pointless. Talk about throwing your life away on another person! Really, you'll break up eventually, so how about just never starting it? What's the point in, uh, "loving" someone if you'll stop "loving" that person eventually? And if it's a waste of time? If it disgusts the world? If it is pointless?
BREAK UP. ALL OF YOU WHO ARE IN CHOUL. I URGE YOU TO BREAK UP.
But you won't.
Oh god.
I'm turning into Mr Decker.
That is NOT a good thing.
But I won't be a pedophile when I'm a high school music teacher. In that, you needn't worry.
I've had too much pressure lately. I'm really going mental. Regionals, Bye Bye Birdie, DCYO, and regular schoolwork is too much. Not to mention that Bye Bye Birdie and regionals perform back to back. It's making me go mental. But I enjoy being overly involved. It keeps me from getting bored or depressed. And the more violin, the better! (Also the more on my transcript, the better.)
I can't wait till college. I really can't wait. I'm excited. It's crazy.
So basically, high school children are disgusting.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
A Child Called It
Messo has been after me to post, so here it goes:
Lately, a lot of shitty things have been going on in my life. I, like many others, will tend to get annoyed by things that in the grand scheme of the universe, are trivial at best. Things like not having an ipod, cell phone, or a driver's permit. I'll get upset if my parents don't let me hang out with friends or won't drive me to where I believe I need to be. Even big things, things that I have a legitimate right to freak out about, things that will, cause any sane person to, as I say, "tip their rocker" [go off the deep end...]
I've been trying to ground myself lately though. Not in the sense of stay at home, no Internet, no fun - but ground as in center myself. I'm trying to look at things and see the bigger picture. In 10 years, will it really matter what brand my jeans were or if I had the latest piece of technology?
I always get mad at my parents when they things like "What about all the starving kids in Africa?" But what if they have a point....
I know I'm a really anxious person. I get really hyper and really stressed out, and everything in my life seems to be taken to an extreme. That's part of the reason why I'm trying to get a new perspective. I'm not trying to totally revolutionize myself, I just want to try to relax... to call down... to take a chill pill.
The fact that "things could be so much worse" is really true. In 6th grade, I read a book called "A Child Called It". The book is the autobiography of Dave Pelzer, and it is a story that completely stopped me in my tracks.
My family life is pretty insane, but I can say that I have never been physically abused. Dave's story is one of abuse.. severe abuse. A lot of his story was hard to swallow, but I couldn't let myself stop reading.
Dave was one of five children. His dad was a firefighter, and was not around a lot of the time. His mother was an alcoholic. She singled out Dave and took out her frustration with her life on him.
The book grounded me. It opened my eyes, it proved that there really was someone out there who had it worse than me. The worst incident in the book is when Dave's mother holds his arm over their gas stove, and watches as the boy's arm is severely burned.
I cried to the point where I wanted to throw up.
As horrible as the story is, A Child Called It is one of the books that I recommend to EVERYONE. EVERYONE should read it, not because its a good book [which it is], or because its well written, [which it is], but because everyone needs to see the example that Dave is.
That he was able to survive. That he was able to live through the worst things imaginable, and go on to be a husband and a father.
So this is my challenge to you all: Go read A Child Called It.
Lately, a lot of shitty things have been going on in my life. I, like many others, will tend to get annoyed by things that in the grand scheme of the universe, are trivial at best. Things like not having an ipod, cell phone, or a driver's permit. I'll get upset if my parents don't let me hang out with friends or won't drive me to where I believe I need to be. Even big things, things that I have a legitimate right to freak out about, things that will, cause any sane person to, as I say, "tip their rocker" [go off the deep end...]
I've been trying to ground myself lately though. Not in the sense of stay at home, no Internet, no fun - but ground as in center myself. I'm trying to look at things and see the bigger picture. In 10 years, will it really matter what brand my jeans were or if I had the latest piece of technology?
I always get mad at my parents when they things like "What about all the starving kids in Africa?" But what if they have a point....
I know I'm a really anxious person. I get really hyper and really stressed out, and everything in my life seems to be taken to an extreme. That's part of the reason why I'm trying to get a new perspective. I'm not trying to totally revolutionize myself, I just want to try to relax... to call down... to take a chill pill.
The fact that "things could be so much worse" is really true. In 6th grade, I read a book called "A Child Called It". The book is the autobiography of Dave Pelzer, and it is a story that completely stopped me in my tracks.
My family life is pretty insane, but I can say that I have never been physically abused. Dave's story is one of abuse.. severe abuse. A lot of his story was hard to swallow, but I couldn't let myself stop reading.
Dave was one of five children. His dad was a firefighter, and was not around a lot of the time. His mother was an alcoholic. She singled out Dave and took out her frustration with her life on him.
The book grounded me. It opened my eyes, it proved that there really was someone out there who had it worse than me. The worst incident in the book is when Dave's mother holds his arm over their gas stove, and watches as the boy's arm is severely burned.
I cried to the point where I wanted to throw up.
As horrible as the story is, A Child Called It is one of the books that I recommend to EVERYONE. EVERYONE should read it, not because its a good book [which it is], or because its well written, [which it is], but because everyone needs to see the example that Dave is.
That he was able to survive. That he was able to live through the worst things imaginable, and go on to be a husband and a father.
So this is my challenge to you all: Go read A Child Called It.
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