We're All Just Shadows

Okay, first of all, I already started this post, and was just going to write it about my life, this year compared to last year. Then after writing half of it, I realizd it was just as depressing as half of the messages I listened to on One Hello World. So I deleted it.
Second of all, I've been listening to the "We're All Shadows" message on One Hello World on repeat for this entire class. I really don't know why I like it so much, but whatevs.

Anyway, I don't really have a specific thing that I want to blog about today. I find myself just staring out the window, watching the snow fall rather then putting any real effort into this. And since my brain is still stuck on thinking about my life, I'm just gonna say it: I am so damn excited to leave Waterloo-Oxford. I'm excited to move away and go to university and actually do something with my life. After dropping down to four classes (one of which I'm going to drop), I kind of feel like I'm just wasting my time here. I wish I had been smart and switched to a semesterized school so that this would be my last week of high school. Usually when I say this to people, they're like "Awh, no you don't high school's the best time of your life, and you make so many friends that will last a lifetime, and have so many good memories." No. If high school is the best time of my life, the rest of my life is going to be absolute shit (pardon my language). I don't even feel that I made friends that would last a lifetime. I'm not close to anyone at this school anymore, and I'm totally okay with that. I never stay friends with the same group of people for too long, and this year I just decided it was too much effort to even care about that. I'm here for at most three hours a day, and during that time, I'm in class so I don't worry about socializing that much. And sure, I guess I have a couple of fond memories of this place, but those couple of good days get overshadowed by the hundreds of other crappy days.
I hate how we're known for being surrounded by cows, I hate that you can count the amount people who aren't white on two hands and I most definitly hate how the two top floors aren't connected. I'm excited to get out of here, and maybe actually do something that makes a difference in the world, rather then wasting away in classrooms trying to get the final TWO CREDITS I actually need to graduate.

Grinchy Who.

Am I a Grinch or a Who?
I'm neither, but if I had to choose, I'd say I'm more on the Grinch-y side of things.

I can't say I'm a Who, because I HATE snow, Christmas carols, cold and being forced to fake a reaction to a terrible present. Now, you might think that saying faking a reaction is just ungrateful, but you don't know what my family's like. Want to know what my aunt got me for Christmas last year?  

What the hell is that, that Lascelles can't even seem to face, you might ask? A battery operated, Tinkerbell themed tulip lamp. Cute. I'm seventeen. Also, I like to mess with my dad, and tell him I want things that I usually don't. As soon as he hears that I want something, he'll file it away in his head as a present. It doesn't matter if I add "Haha, I'm joking. I hate those." In his head, he only registers the phrase "I want that." Which could be a good thing. But not always. For instance, my dad does a lot of travelling for his job, and he is on the reserves a lot. So on one of his trips, I asked him to get me a pair of moccasins. So when he called me one night to ask what size my feet were, I was stoked. He then asked what kind of moccasins I wanted, and since I don't know anything about Native footwear, I just said I don't know. This was the rest of our conversation.

"So.... Do you want the boot ones, that have lots of fur?" my Dad asked.

"Oh yes, for sure, I love shoving my feet into rabbits. I would love a pair of those boots. Actually, you might as well just catch me some rabbits. It'll be the same thing." I replied.

"Okay, well there's like flat ones..?" He came back with.

"Alright, that works." And those were my final words.

Unfortunately, this was my dad. And he tuned out after "Oh yes, for sure." And that is why I own massive boots that can double as a pet rabbit that make me hate myself every time I wear them. Just so you're aware, I never wear fur. I don't find it attractive at all, and ever since I was a little kid I was against it. But that one sarcastic statement erased all those memories of me crying every time I saw my Grandma wearing a fur coat, and every time I got sent to my room for yelling at her and saying she was a heartless animal murderer. But whatever. He spent a lot of money on them, so I felt obligated to wear them. And they turned out to be the comfiest things I've ever worn. So don't judge me for wearing them, because I know they're really terrible, but how comfy they are rules out all of that.

But I can't say I'm a Grinch, because I LOVE Christmas baking, spending time with my family and all of the Yule tide festivities. I absolutely love holidays with my family, because we all just have personalities that clash, so there's always arguments and fights. Now, after hearing that, you might think "What the hell, that doesn't sound great at all." Well, generally, that part isn't, but after about an hour, to be able to deal with each other, everyone over fifteen just gets drunk, and it  leads to awesome fun hilarious times. Last Christmas, my uncle got wasted and sat down beside me to give me a twenty minute lecture about how I was going nowhere with my life and had to change before it was too late. Or at least that's what I think he was talking about, I'm not really to sure, he slurred a lot. I didn't know how to handle it, because it was half terrible, half hilarious so I pretty much just died laughing. And then he invited the neighbours over by standing on the porch and yelling at them, and I left while he was distracted. Apparently, they had a hot tub party, and my uncle slept on the back deck because he couldn't remember how to unlock the door.

Reading over that, it makes my uncle sound like a terrible drunk.. He really isn't, he's just hilarious. And not all of us always get drunk. Just a vast majority.

So, I am a Grinchy Who.

That is all.

RANDOM: I lied. I feel the urge to share something. Does everyone remember little Cindy Lou Who, from the Grinch Who Stole Christmas? Well, she's now in one of my favourite bands, The Pretty Reckless. She's not so little and cute anymore. And knowing that she used to be Cindy Lou Who makes me laugh.

Re-MASSACRE.

You know what I hate?
REMAKES OF MOVIES. Or movies into books that aren't Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings.
Like Let The Right One In. Originally, it was a Swedish book entitled Låt den rätte komma in by author John Ajvide Lindqvist. Now, the book is fantastic. It's creepy and dark, but still has a romantic feel to it. I did something I usually never do with books, I watched the movie first. I loved the movie, I thought it was fantastic too. But it was Swedish, so I couldn't find it anywhere. Then imagine my surprise when I heard that Hollywood planned on remaking my favourite Swedish vampire movie and calling it Let Me In. I was unimpressed. But because of the Hollywood remake, it made it so that the original Swedish version was available in stores. So, I found it in HMV. The guy at the teller struck up a conversaton about the movie and how great it was, and then when he asked me if I'd read the book yet, I had to hang my head in shame and admit that I couldn't find it anywhere. But then, like a beacon of light, he directed me to the book section where I found the book I'd been searching for. I was ecstatic. Then I went to the cash again, but this time I got some chick who tried to talk to me about how much she loved Twilight. I was severly unimpressed. Anyway, so I read the book.

And then I got angry.

Even the Swedish, original version of the movie excludes an entire section of the book. And I'm not talking a couple of pages. I'm talking the entire last half of the novel. In the movie, the man who assists the vampire is killed after he is captured. In the novel, he is turned into a vampire and then terrorizes the country. How could you take that out? The book, as always was so much better, and I am ashamed of myself for liking the movie so much without reading the book. And I refuse to watch the Hollywood version. Even though they said they stayed true to the original movie. Staying true to the original movie doesn't matter if the movie was a lie.

I'm aware that I've blogged a lot recently, but that's because I'm procrastinating in every single one of my four classes. So deal with it.

ADHD & Stick Figures

Alright, I didn't even have to think about what blog I find interesting.
http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/
Why is it interesting?
MAINLY BECAUSE IT'S HILARIOUS.
Unfortunately, when I describe it, it's going to sound stupid. It's basically the author, Allie's, view on life. She writes about things like childhood memories (How A Fish Almost Destroyed My Childhood, The Party, and The God of Cake), her dogs (Dog, and Dogs Don't Understand Basic Concepts Like Moving) and social situations (The Awkward Situation Survival Guide, Things That Make You Feel Like An Idiot Almost Instantly, 7 Games You Can Play With a Brick, The Rural Montana Survival Guide, and Worlds Best Relationship Tips). And other random stuff, like her views on the word a lot, and How A Sandwich Makes You It's Bitch in 11 Easy Steps. Now there's an entire paragraph of links. Click on one. Laugh. Come back, and read the rest.

Now, Allie suffers from ADHD. When she doesn't take her medication, her writing gets stupid. But still funny. Just don't read any posts from before this year, because they mostly suck and aren't all that funny. Her blog also features such things as "The Awesome Button" which links you to an ever-changing random website, a copy right monster that threatens to kill you, and if you scroll down as far as you can go, you'll find a little beige monster thing saying hello. If you click on it, it takes you here.

Hah.

What is it?
WHO KNOWS, BUT IT'S AWESOME.

Because I didn't really feel like making a point, I put up a lot of links because I feel reading the blog is better then listening to me explain it. So just click on the links, and then tell me how awesome I am for telling you about this blog.

You're Not a Whore if You Do it For Charity!

So, I'm sure everyone is aware of the fact that Movember has came to a close. What is Movember, one might ask?
In the month of November, men decided that somehow growing their scraggly facial hair out would help raise awareness about prostate cancer. FIRST OFF ALL, wrong end of your body. But whatever. The official Movember site states that a mans mustache will become the ribbon of men's health. Why not just get a ribbon..? Now, Movember has sparked several events, one of which is occurring now, Decembeard. And you know what comes next? MANUARY. I'm not even kidding. http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Decembeard Check it out. It's legit.


Now you might think, WOW, all these men, putting their clean shaven faces on the line, for prostate awareness? HOW NOBLE. NO. Want to know what else Movember started? November 18th is now observed as Have Sex With a Guy With a Mustache Day. http://video.aol.com/aolvideo/asylum/have-sex-with-a-guy-with-a-mustache-day/671250494001 This video explains it. To be honest, I'm not really sure whether it's appropriate or not... I'm going to just assume it is, but if you're watching it at school, you should probably wear headphones or you might get weird looks. Actually, I don't even know if this will work at school. Back to mustaches now. I have several thoughts on this day. And my first one is why the heck didn't women think of it first minus the mustache part. All we've been doing is posting things in our Facebook statuses that could have a vaguely sexual interpretation, or something to do with alcohol. I have to admit, these men are smart. They're not only getting the benefit of a healthy prostate, they're getting sex out of it to. Then the second thing that crosses my mind is how did this happen. How do you just make something up like that and have it considered acceptable? And lastly, I think those crafty little mustached devils. They are geniuses, and all I can do is say I applaud your efforts. Bravo.


But go shave before I do it for you.
I'm entirely uncertain about the appropriateness of this post, I just really wanted to blog about it. Don't hate me Feick.

Stolen Mail...?

Alright, so I was looking around this Letters of Note website..
And I didn't find it thought-provoking.


First of all, I find it kind of creepy to post other people's mail on the Internet. I don't care how old they are, it's still weird. Isn't there laws against that?


Second of all, I honestly don't care about how Micheal Jackson loved some dude named Albert, or how Abraham Lincoln decided to grow his beard. Also, Bob Dylan, Yoko Ono was one of the factors to why the Beatles broke up. She should go.


Thirdly, it's all together to much effort to find something that actually IS interesting. Actually, I guess this is still my second point, because more then half of the stuff on there I didn't care about. And I find it weird that people post those in-case-I-don't-return or in-the-event-of-my-death letters. If I wrote a letter to someone and then died, and there was some kind of afterlife, I would haunt the crap out of them if they posted the letter on the Internet.


But anyway.


I then went on to look at huffingtonpost.com . To be honest, I don't even know what the site is. I opened it, and then it mind-raped me with so much random stuff, I couldn't even handle it. Then I found a little link that said "7 Sites You Should Be Wasting Time On Right Now" and I was gone. So, Huffington Post, I'm not entirely sure what you are, but I'm pretty sure I don't like you.


http://peoplewho.us/ <-- I found this on Huffington Post... You should go there, because it's much easier to understand, and definitly more entertaining then both of these sites put together.

UPDATE: http://peoplewho.us/post/2061130329/thanks-to-the-huffpo-for-featuring-us-in-a-front   :)

Oh, Boys.

Over the years, my taste in boys has been a little... eccentric. They've ranged from the Backstreet Boys to Gerard Way. Oh, and Kurt Cobain. Even though he's dead. He was DAMN HOT.


They can be cute!

  

Well, when I was younger, I always found boys who were tan and active (i.e. Backstreet Boys, N*Sync, Kyle Higgins... Yay grade six!). Somewhere along the way, I learned that boys who look like this usually KNOW how attractive they are and are total assholes about it (pardon my language). So, my young mind expanded, and I discovered guy liner. So I began to find boys like Billy Joel from Green Day (mmm old men....), Alex Evans, Gerard Way from My Chemical Romance, Bert McCracken from the Used and of course, Pete Wentz from Fall Out Boy attractive. Now emo boys who whine about their feelings make me want to punch them in their face. Unfortunatly, I still find  Bert McCracken, and Gerard Way attractive... I just can't kill the little scene kid inside.



Look at that face! Don't you just want to hug him and fix all of his problems? I DO.

 

And that takes us to now. My current ideal men? Kurt Cobain, Bam  Margera, all of the Buried Life boys, Robb Pugh from Gracefield and Ville Valo of H.I.M. (Yeah, the guy liner thing is still kind of hot..) I understand that these are ridiculous crushes, espiecally since one of them is dead, but we can all dream.

I want to go EVERYWHERE.

If I could transport myself anywhere in the world for the weekend, I'd go to.. Yeah, I don't know. There's a lot of places that I want to go, and a lot of places that I have been that I would love to go back to. So I'll just make this blog kind of long and list them.

1. Japan
I love big cities, but I also love history. I find anything to do with other religions, like temples and things, freakin' sweet and love to visit them. And I also love to shop. Cultures of other places always intrigue me and I'm a huge nerd but that's fine.


2. Africa
Not for like, a vacation, but to actually go somewhere and help people. I'm mad jealous of Tim, who already got to do this. I feel that in general, we don't impact that many people's lives outside of our social circle. I want to be able to impact the lives of others and make the world a better place for them, and I always feel like I take everything for granted when there are people who have so little. Going to Africa would be like my way of giving back and being able to make my time on earth worth while.


3. Mexico
I went there two years ago, but it was only for a day and I wish I could have stayed longer. I didn't get to see any of the ruins or any attraction type things, so that made me really sad. I've always wanted to go and see those crazy pyramids and climb up one. But I did get to go around in a local market place, and meet some cool people. I love being able to go to different countries and actually be able to see how the people live, not just the tourist-y areas.


4. Cuba
I went to Cuba three years ago, and I loved it. I was in the Granada province, and the beach by our resort was black from volcanic ash or something like that, so it was really cool. Also, our resort was close to the biggest mountain range in Cuba, so me and my family went on a Jeep/hiking tour of the mountain, and visited a farm , were we got freshly made coffee (like they just picked the beans, so good) and they made us a meal. After that, we hiked up the rest of the mountain, and we went to a clearing in the area that had a waterfall into this crazy deep river, that we swam in. Then we had some guy come in and tell us the story of Fidel Castro (he did it Cole and Matt style, playing his guitar the whole time) and it was just so beautiful there and I'd love to go back. I also went around and visited some schools, and got to go and talk to the kids. I brought school supplies to give to the kids, and they were so thankful and it made me feel like I made a difference to them. And It would just be sweet to go back.


5. Europe.
I would want to go for longer then a weekend, but whatever. My cousin and I have always talked about going backpacking in Europe once I graduate high school, and just adventuring around, seeing the sights and such. I doubt it'll actually happen, since we're both pov, but we can dream.


6. California

Yeah, not that impressive as a last choice. But I would go there for a weekend and buy myself a 1965 Split Top Volkswagon Van. It's my dream vehicle, don't judge.

This will one day be mine. Jus' sayin.

I Hate Everything.

Thinking of one specific thing that bothers me is kind of hard, since a lot of things piss me off. Tiny little things like people who yell in the hallways in the mornings (they have no business being that happy that early in the morning) or bigger things like people who stay in abusive relationships.


But the ONE THING that makes me angry every single time, is people who constantly TAP ON EVERYTHING.


For instance, there's one obnoxious kid in my comm tech class who I've yelled at SINCE GRADE SEVEN to stop tapping in my presence. It's hard enough to concentrate in class without the added disraction of a constant back beat to what I'm doing. But anyway, this kid does. not. ever. stop. tapping. Now, if it was just tapping his fingers or tapping his hand, I could deal with it. But he PRETENDS THE WORLD IS A DRUM SET, including invisible cymbals and foot pedals. I can't even talk to this kid civilly anymore. Every time he's near me, I want to bash my head of the table so I don't have to hear him anymore. You think after five years, he would learn and just stay away from me to avoid the verbal bashings that I give him on a regular basis, but all that stomping and tapping must have dislodged his brain, because he still constantly does it.


I don't deal with things that bother me in the best way I suppose, I usually just yell at the person and tell them to shut up before I punch them in the face, which usually works, for a while at least. I've had kids tell me that it's not their fault, they're ADD (no offence to anyone..), they can't concentrate without doing it, they NEED to be doing something with their hands.
WELL TAKE SOME DAMN RIDALIN AND SHUT UP.


Well, that's what makes me angry. So, if you're excessively tapping around me, just know I'm thinking murdurous thoughts.


http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2010/04/alot-is-better-than-you-at-everything.html   <--- Read this. It's funnier then mine.

HALF TIME, BABY.

I would just like to dedicate this post to me gloating....
I got part time statuuuuussss
I got part time stattttttuuuusss
I got part time statusss
I got part time statussss
I got part time staaatttuuusss.


You might be wondering what the hell I'm talking about.
WELL.
After wasting my life away in summer school and night school, administration has finally agreed that I should be allowed to be a part time student and only take four courses this year.


UNFORTUNATLY, I'm stupid, and probably should have switched to SJAM so I would have only had to take one semester.  I still could, but it's really altogether to much effort.


Another point to this post:
I feel like I need to apologize to guidance, and Mr. Dertinger personally for being such a pain in the ass this year. On my quest for part time status, I've dropped and picked up a lot of classes. I think my final drop count was ten credits? Yeah, I'm indecisive.


ANNNNNND BACK TO GLOATING.
This is my new schedule:


Day 1     Day 2


Spare     Writer's Craft
Law        Native Studies
Spare      Spare
Spare      Comm Tech


So many lovely spares.
That is all.

I am the original Dora.

     If I could revisit any age of my childhood, I would have to say I would choose eight. Why? Because at that time, I became aware of things in life, but was still innocent enough not to care. And I was practically Dora the Explorer when I was that age (in all honesty, I've never seen Dora the Explorer, so I don't actually know what it's about... I just liked exploring..).
    Because I lived in a very small community (even smaller then New Hamburg. Our high school had six feeder schools, and there was about 700 students... HICK TOWWWN), everyone knew everyone, and I'd been friends with the same group of kids since birth. As much as this kind of sucked, since there was never any new people to meet (maybe that's why I have no social skills...?) it was great, in the sense that everyone was really accepting of you, because everyone was like your best friend.
     BACK TO THE SUBJECT OF HICK TOWN; My absolute favourite thing to do was to spend time with the animals though. Have you ever just sat with a baby calf? SO CUTE. I was a little farm kid, and ever since I was born, I was around animals. We had cows, horses, pigs, chickens, turkeys, cats, dogs, rabbits, hamsters, sheep, and at some points we had goats, potbellied pigs and I even had a pet salamander at one point. (FUN FACT: I know how to milk a cow, and for a large portion of my life, all of my food was homegrown or homemade).
    I used to love exploring, which I could do a lot of on the 20 acre farm I used to live on. My parents both worked (to be honest, I wasn't really aware that I had a dad until I was six.. I thought he was one of my mom's friends. He was a navy peacekeeper, so he wasn't really around. That sounds a lot more depressing then it should. I think it's funny) so I had all day to do whatever I wanted. Also, at this time in my life, people still thought I was a genius, so I didn't even mind going to school. But saying what I would do at school is no fun, so let's just say I'm on summer vacation. There's so many things that I would do. Depending on the day, I had either some form of dance, gymnastics, figure skating or cheerleading (haaaa....), and if I didn't have any of those, I would be either at Dollar Lake or at home exploring, horseback riding or reading. For games, I would play explorer, and whenever I had friends over, I would always build some sort of fort, either in the woods or in one of our barns (Hay lofts are the best places to play. Seriously). Also, I loved Pokemon. Honestly, who didn't?
       And I think it would be fantastic, for just one day, to not have to worry about things like applying to universities or when I worked next was (except not really.. cause I don't have a job anymore...).

The Giving of The Thanks.

I am GENUINELY thankful that...


            My friends put up with me.
   My family loves me.
I'm alive.
   I have my cats.. Don't judge me.
             I'm in my last year of high school.
   I'm leaving this town in less then a year.
I managed to convince myself it was a good idea to quit my job.
   My friends rarely have any sense of social dignity.
             I took such awesome slothy classes this year.
   This weekend was so amazing.
I got to spend it with my family and friends that I hadn't seen in a while.
   My parents support me, even when I do really stupid things.
               I can leave this town and go on to University.
    I figured out the rest of my life.
I'll always have my music.
     Even though my grandpa didn't really approve of me, he still believed in me enough to give me $5000 to go to school.
              My friends and I survived our car accident last year, and it made me so much more thankful that I'm alive.
       I've survived these years of high school, and met the people and done the things I've done.
 I have this much to be thankful for.

Barbie.... What a Gold Digger.

http://www.thestar.com/entertainment/article/871529--most-expensive-barbie-ever-set-for-auction


Go there. Read this. Be amazed and astonished.

Really? $500 000? REALLY?

Barbie will soon be getting a custom made diamond necklace.

Why does this bother me?
Well, because a plastic doll wearing only a three carats of diamonds around her neck, a strapless black dress and stilettos, and a different hair do then usual is set to be sold at $300 000-$500 000.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD?
I'll be honest, when I was younger, I loved Barbie's. I had quite a few. But they did not cost anywhere near that much.
And WHY is this Barbie worth so much?
Three carats of diamonds should only cost up to $12 000 at the very most. Is it really worth it to pay HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS of dollars, for a DOLL?
Sure the proceeds do go to Breast Cancer Research Foundation, but still.
Also, I find it kind of weird that they chose this doll to represent their cause, as in real life, she would be so disproportionate, she wouldn't even be able to stand up due to the size of her chest.
It just seriously bothers me that people feel like they have the money to spend that amount on a doll while there are people literally starving all around the world. Rather then spend all that money on a doll with proceeds going to breast cancer research, which I'll admit is a worthwhile cause, try to end world hunger.
Or just give it to me. Whatever works.

Most Satisfying Moment of My Life.

Well, the point of this post is to share some news: I quit my job on Tuesday!
If you weren't aware, I spent the last two years of my life making Big Macs and hating every second of it. I didn't really quit in the most professional way, but it was just so much more satisfying to do what I did.


THE ACTUAL MESSAGE I WROTE:
This is my two weeks notice. Thanks for the experience and what not.


Now, the message itself wasn't bad at all. Short, sweet, to the point. The thing that really got on my managers nerves was that I wrote it on the back of a receipt with a permanent marker during my shift, for no real reason.
And I can agree with that, I didn't really have a reason. Other then the fact that I hate my job with a flaming passion. And it was sudden, but sometimes you just need to do things impulsively or else they won't get done. And for the presentation of the letter? I felt that I couldn't actually write how much I hated my job, so I thought I'd subtly show it in the presentation of my two weeks notice.

RANT:  Unfortunately, my manager was so unimpressed with me, that I got a ten minute lecture about my attitude problem, my authoritative issues and how I never put effort into my work. Now, for a restaurant mainly fueled by teenage employees, I feel that it was a bit ridiculous to say that I have an attitude problem. I'm seventeen. I can't NOT have an attitude, I'm a teenager. Also, it's not an attitude problem, I just don't like you. And for the effort level? It's McDonald's. I make the food, and I clean, there's nothing else for me to do. Authoritative issues? Sorry I don't suck up to you, or think it's that impressive that you're a manager. You still work at McDonald's, and I refuse to respect people that treat me like dirt. :END RANT

ANYWAYS, that's what happened on Tuesday, and it made me extremely happy, even though I am now un-employed, and my last paycheck is going entirely towards getting my kitten fixed. Sooo I won't have money after next Tuesday. But still, the sacrificies were worth the gain in my opinion.


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Hidden & On Silent

I feel that this article was unbiased, but it was really annoying to read. I hate when people shorten words. To be honest, it doesn't matter what W-O does with its off and away policy because no one follows it. Out of the kids in this class, I'm guessing all of them that have cell phones have them on vibrate and in their pockets.

If you took comm tech this year with Mrs Mitch, you would get the opposite of the off and away policy: you HAVE to put your phone on the desk, it must be on silent, and you can check all of your incoming texts at all times, but can only reply when it is an appropriate time. This actually bothers me more then the off and away policy. It's weird to me to not have my phone in my pocket, and I'm not comfortable with having it on the desk. I don't find that my phone is a distraction. I can control my texting, and don't do it twenty four seven. If you're fingers never leave your cell phone, you have a problem and should go see a therapist. The majority of kids DON'T text that often and it doesn't affect their studies at all.

I also feel that this is a situation like the one of the calculator. Students see the many uses of our cell phones, and the many things that we can accomplish with them that our parents couldn't necessarily do when they were our age in school. Some people feel that cell phones are teaching us to not use our brains, like what they thought about the calculator. But what they don't understand is the many things that it could do, and now calculators have evolved the way that we do math, and entirely changed how the course is taught. There was controversy with the calculator, and with computers, so it's no surprise that people jumped on cell phones, but people need to honestly stop freaking out and realize it's a digital age, and that's not changing.

THE BEGINNING OF THE END.

Oh hi there. The title of this post has nothing to do with anything soo don't even worry about that. Or even the title of the blog. It's stupid and I couldn't think of anything.
I'm Tonja Doucet. I'm seventeen, I love concerts and I'm scared of needles. I have multi-coloured hair and nineteen piercings, and I think it all looks stupid. I have no tattoo's.. yet. But my eighteenth birthday is in March soo I'm probably just going to cover half my body and end up hating it. 
I took Writer's Craft because I needed at least six university credits so that I could apply to universities, which I don't know why I did because as of now, I don't even plan on going to university.
I have no expectations of any of my classes, so I'm totally indifferent about whatever it is that we're learning.
I admire Ellen Hopkins as a writer, and Holly Black. Hopkins, because if you've ever read or even looked at one of her books, you would see that she writes her novels like poetry, sometimes rearranging the words into shapes and such, making it harder to read, but also more interesting. The way that she totally disregards the general rules of how a novel should be written makes me appreciate her writing that much more. I like Black's writing because of the way she blends fantasy and reality, and how she keep her characters relatable, even if they are going through totally unworldly experiences. Oh and I like James Frey, even though it annoys me to read his books because he doesn't use quotation marks when he writes.
YUCK THE FUTURE. I don't know where I wanna go, I thought about Niagara College for child and youth social work, but I really don't know. As long as I get to quit McDonalds, I'm happy.
Well right now I get out of bed because I feel like I have to go to school, and work. ON THAT NOTE, I wake up earlier on the weekends then I do for school for a stupid job, so I'll be quitting THAT soon. But if I don't have work or school, I usually just don't get out of bed, to be honest. Or I'll leave school or work to go back to bed. I'm lame.