stuff i like

Let's do some facebook digging, shall we?

I am a fan of:
Papa John's Pizza
Starbucks
REESE'S
"Once there was an ugly barnicle. He was so ugly that everyone died."
I bet people from the USA can reach 1 million before the UK do!
StarKidPotter
Gay Rights
Barack Obama
I WANT MY 90'S NICKELODEON BACK
IndieBound
Rocket Power
All That
Dough
Flight of the Conchords
Monopoly
the fact that Chad Ochocinco wasted $4 Million on an incorrect name change
Wizard Rock
I hate when you get to school and a flock of walruses are invading again
HASH SLINGING SLASHER
Phyllis Lipovsky
The Screaming Chocolate Guy
Margo Roth Spiegelman
Alex Carpenter
xkcd
Cornelia Funke
Face
Gordon James Ramsay
community channel
Jenny Davidson
Maureen Johnson
John Green
Rick Astley
Highlands High School Marching Band
Declan Galbraith
Taylor Swift
My Chemical Romance
GivesMeHope (GMH)
Trek Yourself I don't know what this is. Not a clue.
Write or Die : Dr Wicked's Writing Lab
Friend Facts tm


Yeah. That sounds about right.

What did people do in the nineties if they didn't listen to power pop?

myspace.com/hansonmusic

*mmmbop*

In Which Ree Doesn

Perhaps it's about time to write about my family. I have a mother; her name is Bazi. I also have a long lost twin lover named Suzie.

My mother is a fabulous woman really. She may or may not be suffering from an addiction to fanservice manga, but her support group is helping her with this. Well, kinda. She's a dedicated dance teacher who valiantly has tried (by which I mean, failed) to teach me the Hare Hare Yukai. She's the kind of person you want by your side when spilling secrets, when crazy dancing, and while having a total spaz about a stupid scary story in the middle of what may be a haunted forest. (In the middle of the night, sleeping on the ground, with the spiders.)

My long lost twin lover and I rekindled the old flame while biking down a winding road on a day when the cosmos had a very tricky hand in fate. She's pretty fantastic, in the most unusual ways. One of her greatest talents is eye poking and messing up contacts. If it were an olympic sport, she'd show them all. She has an affinity for asians, which hurts, because I am definitely not an asian. She's got cool shirts and a cooler house and an even cooler top hat which she lets me wear. She's the best person ever to compete with while waiting tables. (By the way...I cheated. I went to get stuff before they held it up. *hides*)

You guys are as cool and intense and fun as the Renee story.

Ree

6 AM: Wake up. It is too early. The sun is not even awake yet. Why am I awake? Because I have been FORCED.
7:30 AM: Get a ride to school. I am offered a ride home. I politely decline, I already have a ride. Of this, I am sure. Ride home: check.
8:30 AM: My first exam. History. I am feeling very confident. I am rocking this exam.
8:55 AM: Am pulled out of exam to listen to speech about trustworthiness. I wonder if this is a sign from God. Go back to rocking exam.
9:40 AM: My second exam. French. I am not rocking French. The Lion King is playing on the tv and I must stop now and then to sing.
10:30 AM: I finish. B+ I go upstairs to see a teacher to pick up my speech paper.
10:31 AM: Teacher is not there.
10:32 AM: I call the number I was given for when I was done so I could be picked up. I get a woman named Kelly. I call again. I have it right this time, I know. I get Kelly. This cycle repeats several times over the course of an hour.
Later: I am walking around outside. I go to several friend's houses. No one is there. Anywhere. I have no phone. I know no one's numbers. I am stranded.
I eventually spend my last dollar on a soda. I go outside with the soda. I spill my soda. I cry inside.
I spend HOURS aimlessly being. I finally find a friend who is home. They leave. They let me watch their tv while they're gone. I notice hours later that there are cars at the school. Why are there cars at the school? It is not time for people to be leaving. I go investigate. People are leaving early. My last chance for a ride is GONE. GONE GONE. and then I find Micki.

Micki! Her family drives me home, and my life does not suck.

My friend Micki is awesome.

(This is only about half of what happened, it is a VERY long story.)

Ree

Fscking Jacket

I've tried this joke about a hundred thousand times.
No one ever laughs.

HEY!

All I know is that YOU haven't nominated yet.

Get on it!

Ree

The Revealing of the Sekrit

It is time for you to know the truth. We have been plotting an end of BEDA bash. A total party. And you, yes you, are invited. We've run this past MJ, and it's totally going to happen, so think big, think big guys.

We've got different categories for you to nominate your favorite BEDA blogs and vlogs for super awesome awards! In your nomination we need you to give us the ning name and a link to whatever you're nominating. You can only nominate one person per category, and that person cannot be MJ. It's sad, but she'd win everything! Send it in to nominateblogs.gmail.com

Prizes are involved!

Overall (nominations can be either Blogs or Vlogs):
Most Random
Most Informative
Most Insightful
Most Hysterical
Best Commenter
Best Comment

Blogs (nominations can be only Blogs):
Best Blog
Best Person At Integrating Visuals Into Blog e.g. Pictures, Video

Vlogs (nominations can be only Vlogs):
Best Vlog

Dreyfus

So we dissected squid in bio today, John and I named her Dreyfus. She was very tolerant of us, and very understanding when we split open her ink sack and wrote cryptic notes to each other using her pen. (If you don't know, the pen is kinda like a backbone, but not so much. It's all that's left of the shells they had, way back when.) She was a real trooper when we used a scalpel to write our names in her liver. We didn't hear a peep as Gabe stuffed her mutilated carcass into a plastic bucket with a million others like sardines, and then jumped on the top, chopping off an arm. She never complained when I threatened to eat her mantle, because I was hungry. She didn't so much as open her beak to object when we took out her mouth, beak, and esophagus in one fell twist and pull I'll never forget her, Dreyfus. <3

Who Needs A Title?

This is a survey made by my BEDA buddy TJ. Whoo!

1. Age & Grade
15, and I'm a freshman.
2. Location (just a state works fine)
*hillbilly voice* Kentucky.
3. Favorite game? (sport, video, board, whatever)
Chess. or Monopoly. NO, no, TWISTER.
4. Favorite Band/Song/Album?
I can't pick a favorite band, or album, but my alltime favorite song is Brian McKnight.
5. Favorite Movie?
Epic Movie. It was really fun to see, but I woudn't want to watch it alone. Then it'd be new levels of lame. *does Juno head/hand thing*
6. After school activities?
I act when my school is doing a play, help out with chess club, and I often complain about how I should be playing a sport, instead of playing a sport.
7. Special skills? (Like Musical instruments and stuff)
I'm not too awful at chess, but I'm good at giving speeches and having adventures and reading and kinda writing.
8. I blog because.... Blogging is a way to get all that *stuff* out. Rants and things you're excited about. I've blogged from way before BEDA (not just on this blog) and I don't plan to stop
9. Future goals?
Decreasing WorldSuck

Politic-y things

I have an issue with Sarah Palin. And no, woman on tv, it's not that her daughter had a baby or that she's a smart confident woman.

It's that her entire constituency is less than that of NYC. So if something had happened to McCain, she wouldn't have been ready.

So yeah, the election is over and I'm still talking about it like one of those people I hate, but too bad, because I feel it needed to be said.

Moving on...

Bill O'Reilly. I can't stand him. I "just don't want to hear the truth. He's fair!" But whatevs, 'cause the dude is a buttmunch.

And the spin does not stop here.

I'm sick of the word pinhead and of his shouting. I'm done with him asking questions and interrupting before he gets answers and I'm REALLY sick of that segment where he brings up newspapers he doesn't like.

Buttmunch.

ree

Pokemon Master-ship

When I was little I wanted nothing more than to beat a Pokemon game. I don't know why it never happened, but my best attempt left me with seven gym badges and an order to stop playing or I'd start having more seizures. (Not going there.)

But a few days ago I dug out my DS, the charger and Pokemon Pearl Version and plugged the stupid thing in. I was determined.

After scouring the net for suggestions I chose Piplup as my starting pokemon because it has really great defense after the last evolution into Empoleon.

And Oh. My. God. It was so much fun. I captured the legendary pokemon, Palkia, who created Sinnoh. I trumped the elite four and the champion with just three pokemon, one of which I picked up on Victory Road. I am the Pokemon Leauge Champion. It took me 45 hours. My family couldn't understand my obsession. My best friend scorned the beloved game. But it doesn't matter.

Because I'm the freaking best trainer in all of Sinnoh.

Now I'm hanging at the battle tower, excited for what comes next.

Remember the season one pokemon theme song? Picture this post fading to black as it plays.

I <3 Nerdom.

REE

The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks

It's by E. Lockhart ya know?

The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks is one of those books that inspires you, that makes you want to climb Everest, direct a movie, or start a secret society.

Unfortunately, the secret society Frankie is so eager to join, The Loyal Order of the Basset Hounds, is all male, and it just takes one look at her to assure you that Frankie is *not* a boy. Over the summer she went from an awkward looking kid to a stunning teenager capable of winning the heart of Him...Matthew Livingston.

But Frankie knows Matthew is lying to her about the bassets. All it takes is a convenient set of circumstances, a clever email address, and a possibly criminal mind to give Frankie all she's ever wanted. But is it enough? Is it enough if she's never *really* one of them?

What's a girl to do when people's future's are on the line? When she might just loser her first boyfriend after Porter the Cheater? When society's rules are giving her some extreme paranoia?

Oi.

It's brilliant though, no complaints.

Catching up on blogging from being away...
REE

A bit of everything

You can skip down to the actual bloggish part, if you want. But if not, read on.

"You shall love your crooked neighbor
With all your crooked heart."
WH Auden

Is that not totally fantastic? You're crooked, and your neighbor is crooked, and you are no better than that neighbor, so love them.
Doesn't that just say everything in itself? I don't think anything should be said about it. It's just as perfect as it can be.
I got it from a book by John Green.

Next up;
I found the coolest site ever! bringvictory.com It's so much fun, all my friends love it.

Next up is a message to MJ, in case she reads: Joe T, Abby, and I have worked very long and hard on something. We've sent you a message on the ning and an email over 24 hours ago. Please, it is of the upmost importance!

THE ACTUAL BLOGGISH PART:

Don't you just love to have a new notebook? Isn't there something just amazing about having full blank pages to fill and fill with words? With ideas and plans and lists and stories? Isn't there a sort of perfect magic about it? It stimulates the imagination, it is truly amazing, in all ways. You can take it anywhere, and really it can take you anywhere. It can be the perfect escape. I love writing, and that first page...so full of possibilities...brilliant.

(Kinda) Sorry it was so random today...

REE

Fear Camp

I enjoy sekrits.

I have a sekrit as of right now, but it's not so much a sekrit as something we're keeping on the dl for a bit. And now that you're wondering what it is...

WHAT TO BE AFRAID OF AT CAMP (an idea taken from MJ's what to be afraid of in summer. http://maureenjohnson.blogspot.com/search?q=what+to+be+afraid+of+in+summer scroll a bit to find it.)

The Lake:
There is a good reason to fear the lake, and I will tell it to you in a story. You see, it was Lakeview Buddy day, where we play at the lake with little children, and I was on the bananaboat and my buddy was on the dock, because she was too scared. So my friend Laura and I are laughing and having fun, the water is splashing us and we're taking turns too quickly. The person on the speedboat in front of us did a move where they come up next to the boat, and zoom off in the opposite direction, whipping us around. Understandably, this is called whiplash. I didn't even know he was doing it, I didn't see it coming! But sure enough, I was the only person on the boat to go flying about five feet in the air and into the water. It was colder than the heart of a mean eskimo, but the shock was the worst thing...until...what was that? Against my foot? Was that what I think that was? I bobbed up above the surface, spit out some nasty lake water and about cried. "I think I touched a fish!!!" It was awful.

Stay out of the lake.

The Bathrooms:
Yes, another story. After dark, the boys restroom up on the hill becomes girls restroom. It wasn't quite dark yet but we figure, hey, they should all be down at their cabins anyway. So we start to shower in the boy's bathroom. (For the record, it is a rule that you have to shower in a "swimming costume." (LORI!)) And then a boy walks in.

"Holy Crap! Are there CHICKS IN HERE???"
Me: Yes! Get out! *lies* After five it's a girls bathroom!
Him: I didn't know that! *pulls aside curtain* Are you going to tell?
Friend of mine: Shut the curtain!
Him: *pulls it wider* Promise not to tell?
Me: Only if you leave RIGHT NOW.
Him: Wow, chicks in here! Five, huh?
Me: *grabs shampoo bottle* Shampoo hurts like a bitch when it's in your eyes. *is poised to shoot*
Friend: Leave! *yanks curtain shut*
Him: *opens curtain* Promi-
Me: *squirts*
HIm: I'm going! I'm going!

Fear the bathrooms.

The Food:
The Orange juice is green. 'nuff said.

The Thunderstorms:
Picture this... three girls and a crewie up at the graveyard when a very sudden and loud thunderstorm breaks out. The graveyard is up on a huge hill, and the trail to get down is suddenly muddier and slicker than ever before. At one part if you were to fall and slip, you'd go over the cliff and die a horrible death on the rocks below. You are wearing really really cool jeans. You do not want to muddy the really really cool jeans. It's about a quarter mile hike back to the creek that you'll have to cross, and then an awful hill up the other side and then an even larger, yet easier hill to your cabin. You are cold. You are wearing a white t-shirt.

Fear the Thunderstorms, please.

But don't get me wrong, camp is my favorite place on Earth. It just scares the crap outta me.

Science? Science!

Science is cool!

Don't leave now, because believe it or not, I can prove this. It is a well known fact that fire is cool. And if fire is cool, that makes spontaneous combustion really really cool. Well, I was reading the wikipedia on superglue, and learned that the main ingredient in superglue reacts strangely to to cotton.

"Strangely?" I wondered. "What does 'strangely' mean?"

Apparently this is the only thing that is not documented in detail on the internet, because it took some hardcore research to find out that superglue and cotton are not friends.


Spontaneous Combustion ! - How To.... - The best home videos are here

Not friends at all.

That is all for today. But now you know that science is really very cool.

Reese

How To Convince...

This is a speech I wrote at about midnight the night before I had a speech due. I was going to perform an exorcism, but my mom thought I'd go to hell, so that was out.

HOW TO CONVINCE PEOPLE YOU HAD A GREAT SPEECH PREPARED

We’ve all worked long and hard on some school project before, whether we admit it or not. We have all worked long and hard, only to be disappointed with a mediocre grade. It is this kind of failure that beats us down again and again! And so the next time that a project rolls around, we put it off one day. And the next day we sit down to get to work, and that dreaded feeling sinks into your bones. Your speech is in a week. You have no ideas. Sure, ideas come and ideas go. But murder is illegal and playing with the devil is frowned upon. So each day you talk to your teacher, you tell him your ideas, you go, tormented, to your friends and beg them for help. But nothing is as it should be. And so the night before you’re speech is due you sit down and you pull some crap out of thin air and arrange it into a speech.

Like I said, we’ve all done this. But shockingly enough, not everyone knows the essential skills needed to fake a speech or project the way it should rightly be done.

1) It is extremely important to always look like you have something important to say. Even if you don’t, clear your throat and survey the audience.
2) Look confident, and never say the words “uh, uhm, er, argh,” or even worse, nothing at all. And whatever you do, do not say like. Like is a disease, poisoning your project.
3) Have a visual aid. Visual aids have a habit of distracting from the presentation, and therefore no one will notice how 50% of what you say is crap.
4) Make ridiculous hand motions and nod eagerly to convey to the crowd that you truly care about your topic. If they think you care, they’ll think they care too.
5) Smile and make eye contact with the crowd. If you stare at them long enough, they stop listening to what you say and instead fidget in their seats.
6) Shuffle several index cards and huff about.
7) Refer often to your visual aid in an attempt to squander precious seconds of your three minutes.
8) Pay special attention to the way your visual aid looks. Have bright, engaging colors that capture the interest of the audience. Fill it with witty comics. Give them a moment to read.
9) Practice, practice, practice your speech! The last thing you need is for it to be obvious that you had not done any work. If you fake confidence, you may inspire your audience that they too, can fake it.
10) If you ever forget what to say, or your index cards have become mixed up in the shuffling, wing it, or involve the audience. Ask them such mind consuming questions as “if Katie has to spend quality time with the Dean on a Saturday, does anyone hear her screams?” Ponder the question along with your audience.

Believe in your abilities, and take the ups and downs as they come. If the project you actually tried on was a flop, then it makes logical sense that this project, invented at 10 the night before should be a hit. That is all I can give you, dearest fakers. I hope that this speech has helped you in your quest to become a true scoundrel, a master in the art of faking it.

Oh, Whatever (Looking for Alaska/ Paper Towns spoilers in there somewhere.)

A kind of review...

Looking For Alaska by John Green and Paper Towns, also by John Green, are basically the same book for me. Both have an intelligent male protaginist who isn't exactly the most popular guy in town. They're both full of wise little tidbits. (I went and highlighted my copy of Looking For Alaska, I couldn't resist.) Each main character is in love with the unattainable girl, and then he almost gets the girl, but the girl goes somewhere he can't follow. (Alaska dies, and Margo runs away.) They each go on this huge quest type of thing. For Pudge it's about finding out what happened to Alaska and for Quentin it's about literally finding Margo.

I was really unhappy with the lack of new material, because I think John Green can do better than that. Alone, it's quite a good book, but compare it to LfA and I'm repeatedly annoyed.

In another words, I have new sneakers, and they are cool, but not cool enough for me to describe them.

In other other words, I love Skype the way other people love newborn babies. it's so much fun. There are lots of people from the ning there. I'm quite proud of myself for kind of starting it all, it's good fun, honestly, and you get to hear people's accents, which completely makes my day. They're so British/ Caribbean/ whatever else and amazing!

Done for today, I'll write a proper blog eventually.
Maybe.

REE

What Has Happened To Our Childhood?

I've ranted about this before, but it bears repeating.

I miss the 90's. Remember the Rugrats? How Tommy was the adventurer, Chuckie the faithful sidekick, and Phil and Lil just plain adorable? Do you remember Hey Arnold and how Helga had that creepy gum sculpture of him in her closet? Do you remember when your entire world stretched from your house to the best climbing tree? (Before that stupid lighting hit it and almost killed that one kid.)

When did that end? And if you say 2000 I will...read aloud from The Origin of Species. (Charles Darwin) You don't want me to go there. And so, in my neverending quest to reclaim that childhood feeling I went to Disney World...again.

I would totally show you some pictures...if I could find the cord, but I can't, so that is out.

There is no way I could talk about it all, because that's just not happening, so I'll just talk about my birthday. It started off in Epcot where we ate at the Akershus Royal Banquet. I met Mulan and she called me princess. *soars* I freaking love Mulan! All the Disney princesses signed a card for me, and so did my waitress, her name was Caitlin or something. (Do not judge my teenaged love of princesses.)

Then we rode the Monorail (in the front!) to the Magic Kingdom. There is nothing cooler than riding in the front of a monorail.

*to be continued*

*thinks too much*

"What a treacherous thing it is to believe that a person is more than a person."

me: Guess what.
5:08 PM
Trevor: what
5:09 PM
dinner
5:10 PM
me: argh. I'll wait till you get back.
16 minutes
5:27 PM
Trevor: b

what
5:28 PM
me: I finished Paper Towns and while I wasn't completely happy with it, I learned something.

"What a treacherous thing it is to believe that a person is more than a person."

Isn't that the most tragic and important thing...ever?
5:30 PM
Isn't that what we spend our entire lives doing? Idealizing some people, so that we can only be disappointed, and if people don't fit into this ideal then they aren't important enough, and we don't like them or are apathetic because they're just like we are.

Trevor: ...?

oh, yeah, building up unreal expectations of people
5:32 PM
me: I do that all the time. I've done it with Mom and Chase and Taylor (so much with Taylor) and not you as much, but some, and Mr. P and everyone.

Trevor: what have you misoverestimated about me?
5:36 PM
me: It's not that exactly, it's just that you're totally cool and don't know it as much as you should. And people who don't know that they're cool are way cooler than people who try to be cool. So that makes you cooler than I am, because I am inherently uncool.
5:37 PM
Trevor: lol

that took a couple times reading

me: if you can make sense of that.
5:40 PM
Trevor: I can.

it took a while, because I just got ambushed in the middle of it.
5:41 PM
this is feeling a lot like all of those fml's ...

like, ignoring people and playing a game...

me: ?
5:43 PM
Trevor: like I'm paying attention to a game instead of you

me: Wow, my epiphanies are important. (psuedo epiphanies)
5:44 PM
Can I use this for a blog?
5:45 PM
Trevor: go for it.

me: thanks

That's annoying formatting, but I've realized that I also want myself to be more than a person. But no one is more than a person...but why should that stop me...? *headache* I will think more about this later, when I am not busy and when my spacebar lets me think more clearly.

Au Revoir For now,
REEEEEEEEEE

Pretend this is the fourth.

Know how I'm always having huge and crazy ideas that I sometimes/never/always try to complete? (It makes me feel like Margo Roth Spiegelman or Alaska (John Green baby!) or Marcus (Doctrow, just as cool.) I found people to help me make a huge ninja book website. (invictusverbum.com Go there, sign up, please. PLEASE.) I convinced three hundred people I was kicked out of the magic kingdom in Orlando, Florida, and actually won Nano!

I somehow got into my school and haven't failed out or anything as well. (I'm proud of this.)

But why is it that my adventures (being chased by deer? trespassing on my old school's property? NOODLES.) don't seem so exciting? They're all true. They're all pretty freaking awesome. I want more than that though. I want bigger adventures, more daring-ness. My adventures aren't good enough. I want to *be* an adventure in myself.

That's really really hard.

This was written quickly and will go well with the next one, so whatevs, homeskillet.

Peace out cub scout!
Ree

Yes? YES!

The lights dim...the crowd hushes...the pianist plays too loudly and a fellow actor and I shake off last minute jitters before walking through the curtain.

Him: You ready?
Me: No choice. You?
Him: Born ready.

The lights raise and are too bright to let us see the audience. I was too in the moment to tell, but apparently my older brother said "that's my sister!" We got some laughs, loads of flowers, and a standing ovation at the curtain call.

I can't type more because my spacebar is a brat! But it was great and I can't wait to blog more about it later!

REEEEEE

Pyramid Building

Well, it's the second, but I'm a busy person so shut up.

I'm going to tell you about how the pyramids were built. The Great Pyramid, that is. That's the important one.

It was built from the inside. The two main theories are that there was this mile long ramp that they just kept lengthening. But that would have a mass equal to the pyramid itself. NO. The next is that a ramp corkscrewed along the outside, but that would have obscured sight lines, and the corners are just too perfect for that. So, NO.

It was built with a ramp from the inside, but I can't tell you more because I haven't finished the book yet.

The Secret of the Great Pyramid by Bob Brier. Read it. Now.

BEDA

Today I don't want to know anything. I'm telling you.

Maureen Johnson has done it again. BEDA!

Blog Every Day April! There are no real rules besides blog every day in April including weekends. Heck, why not?
Good luck!

Ree

Psh, Maturity

What I want to know is what's up with this whole idea of maturity?

What makes someone mature? When are we supposed to stop acting like kids and start acting like adults? Who is to say that you can't act like a kid and still be mature? Why should I want to be mature? Why should I stop having fun and believing in magic and sledding? So people might take me a little more seriously?

I don't think so.

I'll stay just the way I am, awkward and lame and immature if that's what it takes. I don't want to grow up!

Ree

TreeBooks vs. EBooks

What I want to know today is...

How long until tree-books are illegal?

Let that sink in.

Books made of paper must kill a thousand hundred million billion of trees each year. (Exaggerate much?) And what with global warming and everyone going green, somebody is going to have the idea to make Kindle-type readers cheap, inexpensive, and virtually indestructible. And then there'll be no stopping them. They'll be mass produced and sold at bookstores everywhere. That, of course, is how it will start.

But soon politicians (because all politicians want change!) will be rallying for books made from trees to be illegal. You'll be able to buy books straight from the reader, for cheap. It'll be better for the environment this way, and if you "really care" than You Must Love The Reader.

And I think that's crap. There's nothing like flipping through the pages of a well worn book you've read a million times. There's nothing like the smell of a book that has never been opened before. I love books and I love to read and I will always always always love books.

And if politicians ever want to start banning real books, they've got another thing coming. There is nothing like Reese on the warpath.

But um, yeah, go green guys. That's important too.

So if anyone has the answer to what I want to know (How Long?!) let me know!

What I want to know is why things break so easily.

I mean, no one wants things to break. But even quality things fall apart like *snaps fingers* that! I love my MacBook like I love my pinky or camp. Without it, a part of me is missing. And it hurts without it. My space bar has been messed up for the last...forever really and it's driving me nuts! I tried to take care of it, I really did! But now the only thing stopping my laptop from being rendered almost completely useless is scotch tape. Scotch tape!

I think I need to go out and buy more tape. :( I don't even really like scotch tape. I like duct tape. It makes more of a statement. It's slightly more hardcore. I mean, clear? Or bold and silver?! Bold and silver thank you very much.

He's President!

What I want to know is why this kind of thing happens.

I'm not going to lie here. I am one biased, biased person. I was all for Barack Obama to be president and I rubbed it in my republican friend's face when he won. I stayed up all night making sure he was going to win and joined Team Sarah to sabotage their "OBAMA IS A TERRORIST!" spamming.

But if John McCain had won, I promise you, I would not still be complaining. I would not spend every history class bashing republicans and pointing it out every time he said the words "uh" "um" or just plain faltered for a second. Both men are human, and that happens to the best of us.

(Although, Obama is the best of us.)

He's the president! He won! He did it fair and square and get over it! He has four years to turn this country around, and if we're lucky, eight! So even if you don't like Barack Obama, he's who we have, so standing behind him makes his job a whole lot easier and more likely to become a success.

Gerald Ford, who took the office after Nixon resigned had an awful job of it, because Americans had stopped trusting the government. He had no one standing by him; do not make the same mistake in this day and age. Obama can do this because he has the whole of America. But he only has the whole of America if he has you.

Nothing Will Happen To Me/ We Aren't Friends

This is what I want to know:

Say you're just sitting around at the lunch table with a few friends and this goes down:

Kid: *something stupid*
You: Haha, yeah, but you know, *argument countering the something stupid*
Kid: Well, that could happen, I guess, but *repeats the stupid thing*
You: Hey, hey, it's not the same.
Kid: You're a bitch!
You: There's a shocker, eh?!
Kid: Eh? Are you making fun of me because I'm Canadian?
You: No, that's just something I say!
Kid: You giant whore!

And it really is just something you say now and again. So you leave the table with an "I'm out of here" and a withering look at the annoying kid who thinks he's not as much of an ass as he really is.

But that's not all, because it's only a day or so before you get a text that goes something along the lines of this:

Fwd: Fwd: Fwd: Fwd: Fwd: Fwd: Fwd: from Kid: Just in case i dont tell u enough u mean the world to me! send to ten bestfriends or get bad news tonite.

I have a few problems here.

1) It's clear we don't really like each other, so why are we suddenly "bestfriends?" It's two words, you know. Best friends. 2) Nothing bad is going to happen to me. For once, just once I really would like an ax murderer who has decided on a whim to wield a chainsaw to come into my room at midnight and kill me for not passing on your chain letter, just to add a bit of validity to your claim. I'm honest. 3) It annoys me that that many people have already passed this stupid letter on, have you seen all those Fwds? Ridiculous!

Well, now that I've convinced you I'm a ranting bitch, I'ma go and troll PostSecret or something.

Reese