In which some venting goes down

1. Fuck thinspo.  It's stupid, it's harmful, and it's disgusting.  All of the blogs written by 15-year-old girls agonizing over losing 10 pounds when they are already underweight make me sick.  Losing weight in a healthy way for healthy reasons is quite a different story from someone obsessively controlling their minimal eating behaviors and only ingesting 300 calories a day.  That isn't called dieting, it's called starvation.  I can't believe we'll kill ourselves for beauty and suffer needlessly rather than spend our limited time on earth enjoying ourselves.  I am more and more disgusted with each word and picture I read of this alleged "thin inspiration."  You don't need inspiration.  You need a fucking cheeseburger.
2. Fuck the youth in this country who wouldn't know proper grammar if it bit them on the ass.  Apostrophes are not there for shits and giggles, they are there to indicate possession or ommissions in contractions (for example, the apostrophe marks a contraction in the word can't and possession in the phrase Keri's chair.)  Contrary to popular weblog use, there is a difference between your and you're (for more information on you're, read the above sentence regarding apostrophes in contractions.)  There is also a difference between there and their.  The same goes for the problematic case of to, two, and too.  These things are not difficult to learn.  If English is your first language and you are over the age of twelve, you should know these things.  I don't claim to have perfect grammar myself, but I try.  There are few things I hate worse than a complete disregard for the English language.
3. Fuck The Jonas Brothers, High School Musical (and especially Zac Efron,) Twilight, Camp Rock, Taylor Swift, Miley Cyrus, The Hills, Laguna Beach, The O.C., and everything else along those lines.  I don't think these things really require and explanation. 
   
4. Fuck the icon/graphic blog makers who refuse to update until their goals are met.  Egocentric much?  No, I am not going to credit you if I take something from you.  No, I will not subscribe to and/or comment on your blog if I take something unless I find your entire journal to be of interest.  This is not a matter of life and death, so I really couldn't give a shit less if you are going to pout at me for "jocking" your things.  What are you going to do to me, spank me and take away my birthday?  I'm so scared.
5. Fuck the people who require a certain number of subscribers before they will even OPEN their journal.  Why would I want to subscribe to your shitty ass site before you've even posted anything? 
   

Currently Reading Hidden Truth By Dawn Cook see related

Oh wow...it's been ages, well and truly.  I guess that the reason that I skived off updating on here is pretty much over and done with, so I really don't have to worry about it any more. 

Last night was a good time.  Two bottles of wine, some tequila shots and some Jim makes me a happy girl.  I think it needed to happen though.  Almost everyone on campus had gone home for break and so it was only myself, Erica, Ayumi and Clayton, and that was a good fit.  There weren't too many people, and (best of all) it was held in someone else's place.  It's ALWAYS in our room.  I can't count the number of party fouls that poor rug has seen.

For the past week I've been watching MirrorMask and smoking pot a lot.  I recommend it.  Good flick. 

I couldn't stay at school for the party tonight.  I just couldn't.  I was going slowly insane there and I can't even explain it, but I needed to be anywhere else.  Dorm living really fucks up your life.  I need room to roam and when I'm confined to just one room, I go fucking stir crazy.  And there are pictures, and thus memories, everywhere.  Sometimes it's more than I can take, even though I need to be able to see and remember and cry and love.  Sometimes I just need release.

On the plus side, I may be getting together with the camp kids this summer in England.  I would sell my left tit to go.  And that's saying something.

Currently Listening The Essential Lynyrd Skynyrd [2-CD SET] By Lynyrd Skynyrd Free Bird see related

Already the end of April, huh?  That means that it's almost May...which means my freshman year is almost over.  Wow, it's been fast, but it's been a real ride too.  It's hard to think that this time last year I was still a senior in HS, sitting complacent in all of my classes, feeling convinced that I knew everything there was to know in the world.  Having gained quite a bit of wisdom since coming to Centre, I can say now that I know nothing.  Nor do you, whomever may be reading this.  That's not to say that there IS no truth, I'm not quite so much a Nihilist as that, but I know that it will take my whole life's journey to find my own truth.  There's a kind of austere optimism in that, I think.

I got my little manicure and pedicure done today for the crowning on Saturday.  I try to explain to people here that I'm only going back to my high school's prom to crown the new queen, but they are all making of it something more than it actually is.  Oh well.  I have to spend the day primping and preening, so that should be a good time.  And let's hear it for a good afterparty.  I hope so, anyway.  I might have to just bring a handle home with me from school because damn...I am just not feeling the thought of keg beer right now. 

And you know what?  Not shaving your legs (or armpits, for that matter) is NOT gross.  I wish I had realized this a lot earlier.  What harm is that hair doing anyone?  It was obviously meant to be there, or it wouldn't grow.  Not to mention, hair under your arms helps to filter out the evils of deodorant.  It gives you breast cancer and Alzheimer's.  Shit, if something like THAT is going to give you cancer, I vote we roll one, light up, and damn the consequences to our lungs.  Modernity is going to get us all in the end, so what's to worry about?

Oh...and also...a new picture. 

If you love me even a little, will you do me a favor?  Check out this site and pick phrases you think describe me.  It's interesting and it'll take no time at all.  Sorry to be a stupid person, but hey, it's Centre, what else do I have to do?

http://kevan.org/johari?name=Green_Dragon

Currently Listening Warm Strangers By Vienna Teng see related

Soooo, boredom rears it's ugly head and I am now partially out of my Xanga hibernation.  I decided to make an entry when I was struck by something tonight.  I was going to go to Walmart to pick up something and when I got there, there was a huge crowd gathered outside.  Apparently there had been a bomb threat.  It was then that I realized how low the average intelligence quotient probably is in Carrollton; if you know there is a chance you could get blown up, then why in the hell are you just standing around outside the store?  That is my question for the day.

Scotland was fabulous.  Beautiful country and amazing companions.  The New Years celebration in Edinburgh was INSANE (it's the largest one in the world) and we were all taking advantage of the drinking age.  Man, I miss cider.  Why don't we have that in America?  What is wrong with us?  But it was an absolutely fantastic trip and words can't describe how good it was to be in the familiar presence of some of my favorite people in the world.  Oh, and it was great meeting Mark's brother and finding out that not all Geordies are assholes.

I went to a club in Knoxville a few weeks ago and learned how to not dance like a white girl, which was pretty cool.  The most random part of the night was getting grinded on by this hugely tall guy who turned out to be a basketball player for the University of Tennessee, who had won their game against Florida earlier that day.  Speaking of basketball...I went to the UK vs. Arkansas game this week.  It was CRAZY.  A true nailbiter.  I bleed blue.

Thanks a thousand times to Rubber_lyts for this frickin' amazing spread.  I realize most of you probably don't know who this amazingly handsome man on here is, and that's okay. You stick with your Fall Out Boy and...whatever rapper it is that's popular now, I love me some ol' Blue Eyes...♥

P.S. Haha, I finally found out the way to get the damned ad off my site without going premium. Score.