Strong People with Weak Minds

Recently I've been seeing an excessive amount of posts about "strong people". E.g. "Strong people stick to their morals, no matter what the trials and tribulations, weak people, many a times, do not even realize how low they have sunk." (Amish Tripathi). I can guarantee that the "strongest people" have altered, changed, abandoned, and even forgotten their values at times. Obviously,  at no fault, everybody does such a thing, its human nature. So why would it make someone weak? And who's to say that strong people haven't sunk so low, you'd assume a captain tied an anchor to their ankle and threw them overboard?

This is merely one example among so many of unfair characterizations between weak and strong people. The question has to be asked; what makes a person weak or strong?  I believe that to be a strong person you must realize your own strength, and to be weak means to conform to the ideas that just because you don't follow a certain mindset you are weak. Your strength is your belief in yourself, and the validation of others shouldn't change that.

Fun fact: Months that begin on a Sunday will always have a "Friday the 13th."

Excuse Me Ma'am, 90% of Your Shirt is Missing

So the other day... I was just sitting in Biology. You know, a pretty normal grade eleven class, with a wide variety of people. I was looking around the room when I had an epiphany. Said epiphany was as follows: I don't understand teenagers. Mainly teenagers' choice of attire. I mean, I will be shot in the face before I wear a dress or a skirt to school. I'm not the most "fashionable" person around. So I probably shouldn't be saying much about style, or whatever, however; one thing I am sure of, is that there is a very fine line between cute and slutty.

Back to Biology. I was poking around in an earthworm, and I just kept going on and on about how much I hate chicks who wear those stupid shirts with no backs and my friend/lab partner said I should blog about it. At least thats what I think he said. I can't really remember. Anyways. So I am.

Why on God's green Earth would ANYONE think that wearing a shirt with no sides is appropriate? Yeah, that can be cute. If you wear a fricken' shirt under it. Or see through shirts. Once again, wear a shirt under it. Its nice. Its fine. All is dandy. When you take the undershirt off, well, thats just. Like why?

I don't even know how to explain my irritation about this subject.

On a scale of when I heard the song "Friday" to when I found out Deathly Hallows was being made into two movies, I'm about at when the internet isn't working.

How the Grinch Stole Valentines Day

Every Who down in Whoville liked Valentines a lot
But the Grinch who lived just North of Whoville did not!

The Grinch hated Valentines! The whole Valentines season!
Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.

It could be, perhaps, that her shoes were too tight.
It could be her head wasn't screwed on just right.

But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that her heart was two sizes too small.

But, whatever the reason, her heart or her shoes,
She stood there on Valentine’s Day hating the Whos,

Staring down from her cave with a sour, Grinchy frown
At the warm loving couples below in their town,

For she knew every Who down in Whoville beneath
Was busy now hanging a sticky who-heart.

"And they're signing their cards," she snarled with a sneer.
"Tomorrow is Valentines! It's practically here!"

Then she growled, with her Grinch fingers nervously drumming,
"I must find some way to keep Valentines from coming!

For, tomorrow, I know all the Who girls and boys
Will wake bright and early. They'll rush for their cards!

And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the noise! Noise! Noise! Noise!
There's one thing I hate! All the NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!

And they'll shriek squeaks and squeals, racing 'round on their lovemobiles.
They'll dance with love bells tied onto their heels.
They'll blow their love horns. They'll bang their love drums.
And they'll play noisy games like seven minutes in heaven,
A closeted type of kissing and loving!
And then they'll make ear-splitting cries of joy
About their giant teddy bear!

Then the Whos, young and old, will sit down to a date.
And they'll dance! And they'll dance! And they'll DANCE! DANCE! DANCE! DANCE!

And then they'll do something I hate most of all!
Every Who down in Whoville, the tall and the small,

They'll stand close together, with Valentine hearts beating.
They'll stand hand-in-hand, and those Whos will start kissing!"


"And they'll kiss! And they'll kiss! And they’ll KISS! KISS! KISS! KISS!"
And the more the Grinch thought of this Who Valentines Kissing,
The more the Grinch thought, "I must stop this whole thing!

Why for sixteen years I've put up with it now!
I must stop Valentines from coming! But how?"

Then she got an idea! An awful idea!
The Grinch got a wonderful, awful idea!

"I know just what to do!" The Grinch laughed in her throat.
"I'll make a quick Cupid arrow and diaper."

And she chuckled, and clucked, "What a great grinchy trick!
With this bow and this diaper, I'll look just like Amor Eros!"

"All I need is some wings." The Grinch looked around.
But since wings are scarce, there was none to be found.

Did that stop the Grinch? Hah! The Grinch simply said,
"If I can't find wings, I'll make some instead!"

So he took her bird Bob, and she took some black thread.
And she tied the bird’s body on top of her head.

Then she loaded some anti-love arrows and an extra quiver, just in case
On a ramshackle cloud and she chirped for Bob.

Then the Grinch said "Tweet tweet!" and the cloud started down
Toward the homes where the Whos sit in love in their town.

All their eyes were glazed. No one knew she was there.
All the Who couples were thinking of love without care
When she came to the first little bench of the square.

"This is stop number one," the old Grinchy Cupid hissed,
As she snuck up behind then, full quiver in fist.

Then she slid in between them, a rather tight pinch.
But if Cupid could do it, then so could the Grinch.

She got stuck only once, for a minute or two.
Then she stuck her head out from between a hug

Where little Who couples cuddled in rows.
"These couples," she grinched, "are the first two to go!"

Then she slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant,
And she shot each person, with a no-love arrow!

She shot every who. Then the Grinch, very nimbly,
Gathered all the arrows from their arms, and replaced the quiver.

For the Love of All That is Good In This World!

FUCK EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD. I'm sorry, I really had to get that out of my system.

Good Friends With Bad Benefits

What makes a good friend? What makes a bad friend? I have a good friend with bad benefits... As in she puts her feet all over me, farts in my bed, and pokes my boobs a lot... But I love her nonetheless, because she is loyal, trustworthy, honest, loving, and other than stealing my iPod to go on Facebook all the time, she can do no wrong in my eyes. But you see, she is not the focus of this entry.


Lets get one thing straight... The title of this blog paints a terrible picture of what this entry is really about... It's about a bad friend with bad benefits. She is a horrible friend, who seems to do nothing but pity herself, and complain. ALL. THE. TIME. Lets call her Gloria. Whilst brainstorming for this blog, I had a terrible fear. What if she reads this entry? And so I came to the conclusion, if she reads this blog entry... Good. Maybe she can finally see my point of view.


I have been friends with Gloria for fourish years. But in the last year we went from tight as spandex to hammer pants ( hammer pants: refer to MC Hammer - Can't Touch This). Let me tell you why.


Early in September Gloria asked me if I wanted to go to a concert with her. I said yes. Having another extra ticket, she also asked another friend to go - Lola. The three of us had a great time, and we all got along really well. During the course of the next few months Lola and I bonded, and became very close. Gloria often seemed to get very jealous and possessive when Lola and I spent time together. She told us multiple times that she didn't like us hanging out without her, because she introduced us. To this day, Lola and I are wonderful friends. We tell each other lots of things (maybe too much...) and make it a priority to spend time with one another. This also works out well, because Lola's boyfriend - Patty - is another one of my closest friends. Unfortunately, Gloria is also good friends with Patty... So good of friends, in fact, every time Lola or I do something "wrong" she tattles to him about it. Weird, right?


After the first few months of school, while Lola and I became closer, Gloria and I drifted. And so did Gloria and Lola, who at one point were very close friends. Gloria had lots of things going on in her life, which made everything very difficult for her, and rightfully so. But after a while, it just seemed like she was using the unfortunate events of her situation to get pity and attention. Throughout the course of the year, Gloria's bad attitude got progressively worse. Hoping that Gloria and I could go back to the friends we used to be, I thought of it as a passing phase... But boy, was I wrong.


So now we're up to about two days ago. Lola and I agreed that we needed to do something about our quickly deteriorating friendship with Gloria. We decided that we needed to sit down with her, and talk to her about it. We made a point of assuring Gloria that this conversation wasn't coming from a place of hate or anger, but that we were trying to mend a broken friendship. When the three of us got together to have this talk, hardly anything that needed to be said was said. The only thing Lola and I said was that we need to hang out more and not get jealous of each other. I had A LOT more to say, I just didn't know how to say it. I made a mental decision that the next time Gloria and I got together, I would tell her everything that was on my mind. That didn't work out the way I wanted it to.


What happened next started with a Facebook status. The status said "Sometimes I wish people would just say things straight to my face instead of talking to other people and then not saying things when they had the chance". There is a couple very valid points in that status... But the whole world doesn't need to be updated about your personal - PERSONAL - issues. As it turns out, that status wasn't actually about us... It was just a coincidence that it matched up perfectly to our situation... And it got me thinking... Even if that status wasn't about me, it eventually will be about me. More information the entire Internet doesn't need to know... And I can't say it hasn't happened before.


So there you have it. A friendship ruined over pity and lies. Do I feel bad about it? Nope. I'm done as done can be. And so is Lola. So there.

Being a Teacher for Dummies

Have you ever met someone and thought to yourself "I'm pretty sure it's not even humanly possible for someone to be THAT stupid,". I have this thought every third block, Monday to Friday. In third block I have Socials. Now, I am not particularly brilliant in Socials, but I can usually scrape a B or at least a high C+. Not with this teacher, though. No, I definitely struggle to even pass this class. Not because I'm stupid; but because my teacher has lower than average IQ. Lets call him Mr. Honeybees - since he frequently informs us about his.

Almost every time he opens his mouth I wonder how he got through university. He hardly prepares us for our tests - he tells us the day before we have them. Mr. Honeybees doesn't like to mark much, either. Don't believe me? Picture this. This semester is about five and a half months long. Within the first two months, we had written three tests. Almost everybody in the class failed every test. He lets us rewrite any and all of the tests (one of the few good things he does). But he doesn't mark them. I rewrote chapter 1, 2, and 3 tests THREE MONTHS AGO. And they still aren't marked. There is 4 days of classes left. Without those marks, I am failing his class. Dumbass.

Mr. Honeybees isn't very honest. For example, I have a friend who handed in an assignment to his desk. She asked him if he had marked it yet. He said no because he couldn't find it. The next week she asked "did you find my assignment yet?" He said yes he found it and he has put the mark into the computer. The next day guess what she found in her binder? The assignment that our teacher had allegedly marked. Dumbass.

One of the things that bothers me most about his teaching is that he is impatient. In my class we have some immature students. But come on, it's grade 10 boys - what do you expect? But not even jut the boys... He gets mad at the whole class because we're doing poorly. If the class as a whole is doing terrible... Wouldn't you consider that it is not the students fault... But something is going wrong in the delivery of the information? DUMBASS.

Ass Out Of U and Me

Sometimes I think I'm too judgmental... But then I realize, no, people are just stupid. So stupid, in fact, that they cannot decipher when it is appropriate to assume things, and when it is not.

I'm sure that you've experienced this, yes? Maybe you posted a status, or said something and that one friend (or not a friend?) jumps to conclusions an assumes it's about them, so they start spewing derogatory terms out of their pie-hole at you. That happened to me yesterday.

I posted a status on Facebook, that was completely reasonable, and this kid posted a comment on it with some terribly vulgar language. It didn't hurt my feeling at all (he seems to think he's somewhat of a "badass"), but he sure made a fool out of himself.

Anyways, after his outburst of angry name calling, I replied "It's not about you, buddy," and he said something along the lines of "bs, and who are you to judge, blah, blah, blah,". To that I said, "Alright. Whatever helps you sleep at night," but what I WANTED to say was, "You have no idea who I'm talking about, and why I am saying it. So maybe you should get your head outta your ass, and grow some balls. Don't loose your mind every time you think someone has posted something that could break your 'oh so delicate' ego."

But since I'm not a child, I was respectful, and I didn't.

I just want to thank the few readers I have. I don't have many. Maybe 4 or 5, and I know who three of them are, but to each of you, I appreciate you. Coleslaw.