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   :)