Saturday, November 13, 2010
:S
To my friends who are currently in long-term relationships: don't break up anytime soon (preferably not at all). Cos I honestly couldn't stand the worry right now. I worry if I'm not doing enough to help, I worry if she's okay which I know she's most definitely not, and I worry if she's ever going to get better...I wish I could do more to help but I know there's nothing I can do...and I'm so bad in these situations that I wish I was a different person, one who could help and make people feel better...know what the right things to say are, the right things to do....I just wish she'd be happy again, without him...
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Classics
This is probably a little late, but anyone wanting to study Oedipus that involves some light humour, go to this website:
http://www.shmoop.com/oedipus-the-king/symbolism-imagery.html
One example from it is this:
Stop us if you've heard this one before: guy walks into a bar, meets Han Solo, almost macks on his sister, steps up to save a galaxy, and finds out by the end of the second movie that his greatest enemy is *gasp* his father! Well, it's a familiar tale, not just for all moviegoers post-1977 – but also for all theatergoers after, say, 429 B.C.
Take out that bit about Han Solo (and also, maybe the bar), and change sister to mother and you've got the bare bones of Sophocles's Oedipus the King: guy gets chosen as the One to battle evil (sadly, not a host of stormtroopers; Sophocles goes with a plague caused by the evil presence of a murderer in Thebes), macks on his mother, and finds out that he himself was his father's killer without even knowing it.
Heh...university students are funny....^___^
http://www.shmoop.com/oedipus-the-king/symbolism-imagery.html
One example from it is this:
Stop us if you've heard this one before: guy walks into a bar, meets Han Solo, almost macks on his sister, steps up to save a galaxy, and finds out by the end of the second movie that his greatest enemy is *gasp* his father! Well, it's a familiar tale, not just for all moviegoers post-1977 – but also for all theatergoers after, say, 429 B.C.
Take out that bit about Han Solo (and also, maybe the bar), and change sister to mother and you've got the bare bones of Sophocles's Oedipus the King: guy gets chosen as the One to battle evil (sadly, not a host of stormtroopers; Sophocles goes with a plague caused by the evil presence of a murderer in Thebes), macks on his mother, and finds out that he himself was his father's killer without even knowing it.
Heh...university students are funny....^___^
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Stuff I hate #1
Everyone seems to be doing a 'things I hate' or 'unknown stuff about me' blog, so being my conformist self I decided to do one too. Now this is but one of my *many* hates, but I am positive there will be more to come.
One of the things I absolutely hate above most other things is sluts. I think they should all go die in a hole, for the better of society. Now I'm mainly talking about the really bad sluts, the stereotypical ones who cake their faces in makeup and bleach their hair blonde, but I dislike all in general. So in other words, I dislike about 90% of the world's population of teenage girls. But the reasons I hate sluts are quite obvious, they are snobby, they think they are better than everyone else, judging everyone else. They deliberately try and cake their faces in makeup and wear the smallest amount of clothing possible to attract the attention of guys. And lets face it, if a guy is only attracted to you because of what you look like, then he's obviously not worth it. And the way they just strut around, in their way too short skirts and way too tight tops, it just....djhgfrujghj. Why would you do that to yourself? Don't they have any sense of pride, or dignity? Instead of selling themselves out to guys maybe they should focus on putting more clothes back on.......-sigh- I'm afraid I just don't understand the mechanism of their brains...if they even have any...
Take an example. In the city last night, I saw sluts galore. Seriously, there must have been a factory making them and they were just walking out like whores. I must fidn this factory and destroy it. But there was one girl who was especially horrible. She wore this dress that you could barely call a dress, as you could see more flesh than actual material. And she was UGLY. I swear she had so much makeup on she looked as though she'd had plastic surgery (another one of my hates, more on that later :D)I could go on for longer, but I won't.
I will never understand them. Were they brought up like that? Maybe it's the cause of the media or role models such as Kesha who make girls act this way...I'll never know. But what I do know is that the world will never be peaceful until all sluts lie drowning in a volcano. Or some other such death :D
One of the things I absolutely hate above most other things is sluts. I think they should all go die in a hole, for the better of society. Now I'm mainly talking about the really bad sluts, the stereotypical ones who cake their faces in makeup and bleach their hair blonde, but I dislike all in general. So in other words, I dislike about 90% of the world's population of teenage girls. But the reasons I hate sluts are quite obvious, they are snobby, they think they are better than everyone else, judging everyone else. They deliberately try and cake their faces in makeup and wear the smallest amount of clothing possible to attract the attention of guys. And lets face it, if a guy is only attracted to you because of what you look like, then he's obviously not worth it. And the way they just strut around, in their way too short skirts and way too tight tops, it just....djhgfrujghj. Why would you do that to yourself? Don't they have any sense of pride, or dignity? Instead of selling themselves out to guys maybe they should focus on putting more clothes back on.......-sigh- I'm afraid I just don't understand the mechanism of their brains...if they even have any...
Take an example. In the city last night, I saw sluts galore. Seriously, there must have been a factory making them and they were just walking out like whores. I must fidn this factory and destroy it. But there was one girl who was especially horrible. She wore this dress that you could barely call a dress, as you could see more flesh than actual material. And she was UGLY. I swear she had so much makeup on she looked as though she'd had plastic surgery (another one of my hates, more on that later :D)I could go on for longer, but I won't.
I will never understand them. Were they brought up like that? Maybe it's the cause of the media or role models such as Kesha who make girls act this way...I'll never know. But what I do know is that the world will never be peaceful until all sluts lie drowning in a volcano. Or some other such death :D
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
blahblahblah (i am so imaginitive :D)
So, after spending the last hour and a half reading other people's blogs that I DIDN'T KNOW EXISTED BECAUSE STUPID BLOGGER DECIDED NOT TO NOTIFY ME OF THEM D': I now have the inspiration to blog again. -collective groan from my few followers-
I have so much that I just want to say on here....I suppose that comes from lack of blogging....so much I want to say to people, so much I want to say about my life, but I'm even afraid to say it on here in case people read it and figure out who I'm directing it to.....but then I suppose that defeats the purpose of having a blog :/ Okay screw it, I'm gonna do the whole 'letters' to people thing, and I don't care if they figure it out or not
Dear person number one,
I love you so much I can't even describe it. You have been my best friend since year 8, and I have never had a better best friend then you. You are so unbelievably amazing, and one of the qualities I love yet also loathe about you is your pure selflessness. You always, ALWAYS put other people before yourself, and while that is a good thing, it sometimes ends up with you being hurt by people. And I hate seeing you hurt more than anything. I just wish you would sometimes think of yourself before others, but I suppose that's the way you feel and I know it would be hard to change that. But none of this changes how much I love you, and I could go on for a whole blog and more about how amazing you are, but it's getting closer to my bed time and I should stop. <3
Dear person number two,
.....you are also one of my best friends. I have an unbelievable amount of fun with you, I only wish you were older :P I love spending time with you because we have so much in common and always influence each other to do things (which isn't always a good thing XD). But one thing about you...is that I am so jealous of you. You are so perfect in the eyes of many a person, and I wish I could be like that in at least one person. You will never be alone, and I envy that. You say you are ugly and have a horrible personality and all that, but really you don't. Which is one of the reasons why everyone loves you. And I know I will never have that. I'm just too different to you, and I wish I wasn't....
I'm actually on a roll now, but I have to stop because it is time for me to go to bed (yes my parents still have a bedtime for me -__-). I may finish this if I ever get in the mood to again, I may not, we'll just have to see...
-insert not yet invented signature here-
I have so much that I just want to say on here....I suppose that comes from lack of blogging....so much I want to say to people, so much I want to say about my life, but I'm even afraid to say it on here in case people read it and figure out who I'm directing it to.....but then I suppose that defeats the purpose of having a blog :/ Okay screw it, I'm gonna do the whole 'letters' to people thing, and I don't care if they figure it out or not
Dear person number one,
I love you so much I can't even describe it. You have been my best friend since year 8, and I have never had a better best friend then you. You are so unbelievably amazing, and one of the qualities I love yet also loathe about you is your pure selflessness. You always, ALWAYS put other people before yourself, and while that is a good thing, it sometimes ends up with you being hurt by people. And I hate seeing you hurt more than anything. I just wish you would sometimes think of yourself before others, but I suppose that's the way you feel and I know it would be hard to change that. But none of this changes how much I love you, and I could go on for a whole blog and more about how amazing you are, but it's getting closer to my bed time and I should stop. <3
Dear person number two,
.....you are also one of my best friends. I have an unbelievable amount of fun with you, I only wish you were older :P I love spending time with you because we have so much in common and always influence each other to do things (which isn't always a good thing XD). But one thing about you...is that I am so jealous of you. You are so perfect in the eyes of many a person, and I wish I could be like that in at least one person. You will never be alone, and I envy that. You say you are ugly and have a horrible personality and all that, but really you don't. Which is one of the reasons why everyone loves you. And I know I will never have that. I'm just too different to you, and I wish I wasn't....
I'm actually on a roll now, but I have to stop because it is time for me to go to bed (yes my parents still have a bedtime for me -__-). I may finish this if I ever get in the mood to again, I may not, we'll just have to see...
-insert not yet invented signature here-
Thursday, July 22, 2010
:D
Is this not one of the most amazing motivational pictures you have come across:

Totally want one for my birthday :D

Totally want one for my birthday :D
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
I -heart- friends
Hm. I could so easily do an 'FML, my life sucks, I am so unhappy and shit rah rah rah' blog, but I won't. Or at least, a few days ago I could have written a blog like that. But now, I'm gonna mostly stick with an 'I love my amazing friends' blog :)
Like, seriously, I love you guys so much. There are a certain few in particular that I'm talking about, and you know who you are. When I was upset and unhappy and felt like crap you guys made me feel loved again. When I was by myself I felt lonely and depressed, but when I was with (or texting) you guys I felt so happy and it made me forget everything....
I mean, even now I still sometimes feel a bit upset or lonely, but then I think about how I'm gonna see you guys soon and it brightens my day up.
So, thank you guys SO much for being there for me when I needed it, and showing how much you care. I love you all an unbelievable amount, that I can't even describe it. I can't imagine my life without you guys, and I certainly don't want to. So thanks, and I love youseee...
Like, seriously, I love you guys so much. There are a certain few in particular that I'm talking about, and you know who you are. When I was upset and unhappy and felt like crap you guys made me feel loved again. When I was by myself I felt lonely and depressed, but when I was with (or texting) you guys I felt so happy and it made me forget everything....
I mean, even now I still sometimes feel a bit upset or lonely, but then I think about how I'm gonna see you guys soon and it brightens my day up.
So, thank you guys SO much for being there for me when I needed it, and showing how much you care. I love you all an unbelievable amount, that I can't even describe it. I can't imagine my life without you guys, and I certainly don't want to. So thanks, and I love youseee...
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