What? No effort?

I'm sick and tired of the people in my debate class.  Some of them just don't do their work and it's starting to piss me off.

They say they're committed and whatnot, but if they're so 'committed' then why don't they bring in their work?  Why don't they sell stuff for fundraisers?  Why don't they go to tournaments?

I'm not saying everyone is a slacker, but the majority of the people are.  And if they find this blog post I hope they feel angry and guilty.

Because of them our class gets yelled at and we're going to miss out on our end of year party.  I'm sick and tired of it.

If they don't do the work then they don't deserve to be in the class.

On the brighter side of today, I went to the Art club Halloween party, and it was awesome.

Tomorrow I'll either go tube rolling or trick or treating--- maybe both.

Denomination what?

I think Religion is overrated.

I mean, if you believe in God, or whatever you call the higher power you believe in, that's great, but some people get so wrapped up in denominations it's not even funny.

Baptists, Presbyterians, Mormons, Methodists, Lutherans, Church of Christ, Pentecostals, the list goes on and on.

Who cares about denominations?  They all believe in God and heaven, most members of the church get baptized, they all pray, what's the big deal? They're all a form of Christianity.

I've been to all the churches I've listed above, and even some other religions, and the one thing they seem to have in common is that they think they're right.

Don't deny it if you go to church.  Most members think that their 'section' of religion is the right one.

It's crazy and hypocritical.  Baptists are especially bad about this.  How do I know?  Well let's see, I've been to 5 southern baptist churches, 2 independent fundamental, and 1 baptist church up north, and a 'normal' baptist church too.  Each one claimed to be the 'right church that will lead you in the path of the righteous'.  

Crazy shiz if you ask me.  And everyone wonders why I want to be a Buddhist.

My Friends are

Today I've been coming to the conclusion that no matter what my friends do, I'm not going to interfere with their lives.

It's none of my business what they do, even though I may think it's stupid.  Whatever, it doesn't matter.

If my friends want to smoke, it's their choice.  If they want to have sex it's their responsibility to use protection.

I'm not their mom, and I don't want to be.  I think it's just time to step back and not say anything.

Over my head

Man am I behind on my homework!

I forgot to bring my lab book to school today so I was pretty much screwed when we did our lab experiment.  Oh well.  I also forgot my illustration board for Art, which meant I got a free day.

I still have to graph for my math class and write definitions and sentences for my Lit. class.

>.<>WHY TINA? WHY?  Oh well, at least I sold more than the rest of my classmates.  Well, not including Kendall-- he sold 24.

Ah sometimes I wish I could just pause my life and take time to breathe some air.

More Face Painting?

My grandparent's church is having a Fall Festival and they called me up and pretty much recruited me into doing face painting. Their method was very similar to the Uncle Sam campaign in which most people HAD to sign up or else.

As I've said before, I don't really enjoy their church because I don't ever feel like I belong there. Everyone has their little niche and I'm just an outsider.

Oh well, I'll probably come on later tonight or early tomorrow to drop by and give an update. Or not, depending on how the night goes. So now I leave you with some excellent Galen Smith, another newfound folk musician with nice songs.

*Update*

So I'm back, and still alive.  Turns out all the kids my age hate me, but apparently all the old people like me and now want to adopt me.  Not that I'm complaining, I mean those old ladies can cook!

Heads up on BoA!

This weekend has been sooo good. I think my battery is close to being re-charged which means I get to be my normal ball of energy self on Monday!

Anyways I've been craving some of my Asian music so I went to YouTube and typed in BoA, one of my personal favourite Korean singers who is not only talented in Korean, she can speak Japanese, Chinese Mandarin, and English!

What I'm most excited about though is the fact that some time in November she's releasing a single with Flo Rida.

Of course most of you probably don't care about Asian Music, but since I'm part Asian, I guess I just like the stuff by nature, so for anyone who is curious for who BoA is here's one of my favourite songs by her called Amazing Kiss in English.

Tired Beyond Belief

Today was just one of those days where I woke up, got out of bed, then resisted the urge to climb back in.

However, against my will I didn't and everyone around me had to deal with a very cranky and tired individual. I hope no one thought I was personally mad at them or anything, it's just when I don't get my sleep I turn into this zombie-like creature that wants to eat your soul.

To make my day even worse, I had a Lit. test which is a major grade.....and no re-takes if you fail. At the end of the day I did however have a little ray of sunshine in the form of food. In my Spanish class we had a food project in which we had to make a type of food from a Spanish speaking country, and I made Abondigas Venezuelan (not even remotely sure if I spelled that right) which is basically a Venezuelan meatball that tastes like cinnamon, peppermint, and tomato. Contrary to what you might think it actually tastes pretty good.

Oh yes, and to Bekka who was probably all WTF yesterday morning when me and Asstin were talking about the Foux De Fa Fa song, here it is:

Issues I have

For some reason when I eat skittles I have to eat them according to color.  I always have to eat the ones I hate first.

And if I draw something, I don't like showing it to my family.  By family I mean anyone who's related to me.

My pencils, or things on my desk have to be in a certain spot or I have a mental freak out, and if I see a crack in the concrete I have to step on it.

I have these issues, and they may be little, but they bother me.

Photo Courtesy of XpoeticXsanityX

APL Update

I recently updated the APL blog.

The article is You Know You're Ignorant If.....

Feel free to check it out by clicking on this link.

These Questions Are Odd

B sent me a survey that I thought looked interesting.  It was definitely fun, and I think it's a lot more complex than those online ones that just ask for your favourite colour and drink.

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If a significant other broke up with you, what Artist/Band would you blast from your radio and why?

The Killers.  Is it just me or are all their songs good break up songs?  Not to mention they're soft at times, and grungy when need be.  To me, they are the perfect band for this situation.

What piece of literature poetry/story (songs don't count) is your favourite, and which is your least favourite?  Why?

Favourite:  Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury, because it is a great story about censorship and the struggle to stay sane.  I think it shows how much our government could brainwash us if we let them, and it also stands as a warning of what could happen if they ever tried to.  Anything by Kurt Vonnegut is also good.

Least Favourite:  Nancy Drew.  I don't know who the author is, and nor do I care because it seems that each book in the series that I read is like a carbon copy of the first, but with different characters and places.

Do you think Vegetarianism is an ideal way of life?

Er, I have no idea.  I have never been a vegetarian-- and if I ever though of being one right now my parents would kill me.  I grew up eating meat so I see nothing wrong with it, but I'm not against anyone who is a veggie head.

What do you look for in potential friends (qualities, looks, etc.)?

Don't care much about looks, but I have to say that I do gravitate to those who are dressed weird, or dark.  As for qualities, I look for compatibility.  If I have nothing in common with them the chances of us being friends are slim.

What is your personal opinion of what a life goal should be?

A life goal should be to achieve something that makes you happy.  If working at McDonalds makes you happy then great.  If you wanna be a Rockstar, that's awesome.  I just think everyone should just strive to always do what makes them happy.

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I though these questions were different and more interesting, so If you wanna take the survey feel free to fill it out and pass it along!

I like making people angry

I don't know, maybe it's a mental dysfunction or something, but I've always found it quite fun to provoke and make others angry.

Today Pied Piper brought Miranda in front of the class and asked why she was awesome, and her response was weak and hesitant.  Pied Piper built off that and tore her down.

In the hallway walking out of the class Miranda was trying to convince me that she put up a good fight, and the whole time I was like, DUDE you were as tough as a gummi bear, get over it.

And I knew by saying that I would piss her off, but I said it anyways.

Er, I wonder if this is bad?  I seriously do think things through, but sometimes I pick the bad option.  Not too smart on my part-- maybe my subconscious is trying to kill me?

I HATE Jack

HOLY SHIZ.

Today I had to wake up at the unholy time of 4am and go to school and it was OK at first, until we got to the school.

Now, the host school was wonderful. WONDERFUL. However, we had to do Extempt Speaking, which sucked-- and I missed my first LD (lincoln douglas) round.

Missing the round was totally my fault and I seriously regret it because if I would have done the round I would have gone against this supremely cute novice guy.

DUDE.  I'm kinda happy he won by default because I don't think I would have been able to focus on my case at all.  Ahh and what made it even better is that we talked for like 15 minutes afterwards, and said hi to each other the rest of the day.  Mmmmm he was very cute.

Also, have I mentioned yet how much I HATE JACK? No?  WELL I DO.

Holy shiz, all he did was give us advice, and then criticize us afterwards.  FYI for those who don't know who Jack is, you don't want to know who he is.  He is the person that everyone hates, and has a good reason to hate.

In fact, I resorted to giving Pied Piper* three, yes THREE hugs in order to ensure that I will never ever have to ride in the same van as the horrendous creature known as Jack.

Weird fact that you would probably not care about: Pied Piper gives good hugs.

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* If you don't know who Pied Piper is, and why me hugging him is a total shocker, just type in his name in the search box of my blog.

On Which I Rant About Liberty

Today was one of those days that I just wanted to curse profusely about how unfair the world is to other people.  All of those tiny little villages in Africa and Asia make me want to bawl, but what makes me want to curse is when we as American citizens go, "Yeah. We have the bestest country out here ya'll!  Woo! All other countries stand inferior!" 

Now, we all know my opinion about statements like that.  And yes, I really truely do think America is a spoiled obese child that has just gotten it's allowance taken away. Sue me for my metaphors.

Anyways, I was thinking about Liberty, and right now in Debate it's one of the values I'm trying to find fault in-- when BAM it just hit me.

America likes to brag about how we have all this liberty and freedom, but do we have the freedom to go and steal from someone? Do we have the liberty to just wake up one day and paint a mural on government property without permission?

No.

What we do have is liberty within reason, or restricted liberty.  Lost?

Let's put it this way:  You can do whatever you want as long as it doesn't mentally or physically harm you, or anyone else.  Oh yeah, and don't forget to get permission for whatever you want to do.

Does this seem unfair?  I think not.  It's a heck of a lot better than complete and total chaos due to the fact that people do what they want to do.  However, it does aggravate me when snot nosed rich kids who have never had to work a day in their life go around boasting about America and how we're better than everyone else while their parents hoard money and evade taxes.

America needs help-- and it' s mainly because we're boastful, delusional, and overall poorly informed.  We also have our heads stuck so far up are anuses that all we can see is crap.

Hopefully whoever gets elected, whether it be McCain, or Obama cleans up the big messy pile of poo we've crapped out over the years.

Mad Little Maverick

Dude.  I cannot express enough how much I hate this one girl at my school.

Not only is she totally ignorant and close minded, but she has the audacity to get mad at me for setting her straight.

She made a disparaging remark towards our Spanish teacher, who happens to be from Peru, and it wasn't just the comment, it was the tone in her voice accompanied by it.

Now imagine a high pitched southern accent, that belongs to a blonde bimbo who probably hasn't been a virgin since she was 13.  Ok, now imagine her sneering.  That's a good visual.  Here's what she said in a very spiteful and disrespectful voice:

"UGGHHHH!! Why do I have to learn this frickin be- ess? God, I'm not a frickin wetback like she is!!!!"

Ok, ONE our Spanish teacher is from Peru.  She did not swim the border, so please Malin, get better comebacks.  TWO, no one cares about what jocks you're friends with, I have wiccan friends that can burn your hair.  

During class I mouthed off at here in a moment of anger and called her an ignorant human being that should be euthanized.  I might have gone a little far, but it was a lot more thought out than outright calling her a btch.  Sometimes I wonder how people like her can even exist.

The Two Guys From Art Class

Is it possible to be fascinated with two people as a whole, but not singular?

There are these two guys in my art class who are the most eccentric, artistically gifted, and overall knowledgeable people I have ever known.  It's crazy.

I don't know, maybe I'm just saying this to comfort myself because I'm afraid that if I blink they might just evaporate into the atmosphere, or just turn out to be a book character.

Man, why must they be blessed with both artistic, and musical talent?  It's unfair that they look pretty, and have all this perfection around them.  I envy them so much.  They're not afraid to experiment, or be open about themselves.  They don't know what self conscious means because they're so confident in themselves they don't need to be--- they simply exude greatness.

I wish I could talk to them, but the truth is even if I did I wouldn't know what to say to them.

Jarod Barber

Is someone you should consider checking out.  He friended me on Myspace, and I've always loved helping out aspiring musicians even though they may not be everyone's cup-o-tea, but hey, just look at the Sex Pistols.

He's very indie-ish acoustic, and just starting out-- so help support him and at least check out his music!

Again, with Kimya tendancies

So again I got inspired to write music, so I did.  It was partially inspired by this kid that dresses like a cowboy.

No lie, he wears honest to god Cowboy boots and wranglers almost every day.  The guys at school even call him Brokeback. Personally, I admire him for being different, and I actually think it's cute in a weird Texan way.  So here is my song dedicated to Mr. Cowboy:

Sometimes I wonder, because I wonder a lot
That the reason we don't talk is because
We're really awefully different
I Like Kimya Dawson and mosh pits
And you like Tim Mgraw and line dancing
Which isn't so bad because
I'm sure we have other things in common
Like our hate of trashy romance books
Or that movie the Notebook
But wait, you might like that.
So I wonder some more, because I wonder a lot
That maybe the reason we don't talk is because we're universes away
You're like a Lonesome Cowboy and
I'm like a Spazztic Koala
Which isn't so bad because
I like being different, and
I guess you do too.

Yeah, not my best work, but I scribbled it down in spanish class and I even had a decent tune for it that was really nice.  O.O I NEED TO FIND A GUITARIST.   Then we could form a folk band.

Also, for those who even care about Angry Punk Liberalists, I made a new post which can be found here.

New Screen Shot

Eh, I was running out of things to do on the computer, and I really don't want to do my English homework, so I decided to search around for a new Desktop Background. I finally found a new one that really suits my computer. This weekend has been so lazy it's kind of pathetic.

Hopefully during the weekdays I'll have something news worthy to write about. Until then, you'll have to look at this adorable Desktop Screen Shot of mine.

Speaking of desktops, I recently cleaned mine of unneeded junk-- just another step closer to being a better rounded individual.

Art Never Tasted So Good

So I've been wanted to do some sort of design for the Art Club tee shirt, but I've been procrastinating a whole lot.  Finally after weeks of scolding myself, I scraped up a prototype design.  Mind you, it has it's flaws, but I liked the concept so I decided to make it visual.

Ahem, future Kimya here!

So I've wanted to do many things lately, most of which was co-write a novel, and write folk songs.

I wrote a song, but it doesn't make much sense without music-- but then again, what song does make sense without a tune?

Well, here it is in all it's glory.

Sometimes I wonder why girl pants are so tight
And why we have tiny pockets when
Guys have purses in their pants.
Oh it's not fair, we are so stuck
with tiny tight pants that
Make our butts look distorted--- oh that's not cool
I have guy pants in my closet
Their really comfy and I like
To stick the contents of my purse down my pocket
And brag about how I have a purse in my pants
No wonder guys don't carry purses
They're already built in, but
They're missing out on some cool fashion

And some of it repeats, and there's a little dance that goes with it.  But like I said, it sounds pretty dumb without the music.

Oh and I wrote another one, and I was trying to be a funny normal teen girl but it turned out weird.  This one doesn't have a dance, but I like it because it doesn't make sense.

I fell in like with a high school senior
And I was a freshman
He acted kind of gay
What was I supposed to say 
He still was kind of cool
Sometimes I think about him and his boyfriend
And then I kind of laugh
Cause he acted kind of gay
But I still liked him
Like when I talked about zombies
And how they reproduced
He would give me weird looks
And call me demented
Or when we were at school
And I called his dad a DILF
Yeah that was sorta weird
But he was still kinda cool
Cause he acted kinda gay
But I still liked him

See?  This is why I should never be allowed to touch a guitar.  I would probably baffle the world with my mindblowingly insane songs.  Think of it this way, I'd be a cross between Kimya Dawson, Arlo Guthrie, and Flight of the Concords.

Truency.

Ok, so this might come back to bite me in the arse big time, but seeing as I DIDN'T tell any blabbermouths at school, I simply had to type this lest my head explode.

I skipped a class today.  With 6 people.  One of whom had a car.  It was also one of those cars where only three EXTREMELY tiny people could fit in the back, but some how we managed to squeeze four normal sized people in there by some miracle.

I feel like such a badass today it's not even funny.  Now I wish I had a car and a licence.  Thank you unnamed senior who almost killed us today by weaving unnecessarily beside giant 18 wheelers.  You made today a little brighter.  And you also instilled in me a belief that not all teacher suck ups are boring.

You need this

To brighten your day. I love this song, it's so synonomous to how I feel sometimes-- about the dancefloor. And I think the lead singer is kinda cute in an adrogenous way. The song is I'm Not Going to Teach your Boyfriend how to Dance by Black Kids.

Tuesdays Are Reason Days.

I like making lists, even if I don't stick to them.  I wanted something to do weekly that would be fun and make my life a little more routine....  or at least I hope that by me planning to do this for the rest of my blogging career will set an example in my life that routine is good.

1. The book Tuesdays With Morrie by Mitch Albom.  It's a really good book about dying, and being ok with it.  Very eye opening.
2. I like the way Tuesday rolls off the tounge.  Simple as that.
3. It's the day that no one picks.  It's always Wednesday or Thursday.  Never Tuesday.
4. It was the day I thought it up.
5. The day before I was born.
6. It's when I have Art Club meetings.  Those always put me in a creative mood.
7. If you google the term "Significant Tuesdays"  the book Tuesdays With Morrie will pop up.
8. 1769 Captain Cook, an English explorer, discovers New Zealand.  OK, you have to admit out of all the reasons this one is the coolest.

The End of the Social Experiment

Ok, so I've decided to quit the social experiment project.

Sadly, it pretty much become useless, and not only does it stress me out, I feel as it it's my responsibility to be friends with someone who obviously doesn't want or deserve my friendship. I've tried to be friends with L, honestly I have.In fact I probably was one of the first few people who have ever tried to have continuous normal conversation with him, but lately its started to get harder and harder to be friends with him.  

I may sound selfish, but I would rather spend my time laughing and having fun with people who actually talk to me then to be subject to a person who just stands there, not showing any emotion of even caring that I'm there.

It's sad to say, but I'm weary of being L's friend. I've sacrificed a great bit to hang out with him and try to include him in things, but each time I try he just brushes off my efforts and literally walks away.

There's only so much I as a person can do before he himself has to start putting in some effort.

Sometimes he makes me feel as if all my efforts were in vain. I've tried to be there and talk with him and try to make him feel like he does matter, but as mentioned before he just brushes it off as insignificant. When I first started being friends with him I thought I wouldn't expect anything, but now I see it's different. I've changed, made new friends, and set my feet outside of my little box I've built up around myself over the years-- and I'm happy. However L is just there. Stagnant and non changing.

The point is, I'm tired of being there, I'm tired of wasting my time on someone who can't and won't help themselves when I could be spending my time laughing and having fun with people who enjoy my company and vice versa.

Image Courtesy of *IMustBeDead

It should be illegal

For Gaspard Ulliel to be this---- yummy.

I mean, seriously. You cannot say that he does not strike up some sort of emotion in people.

It's too bad most of his movies don't play in America.

Guess I'll have to wait for someone to post them online >.<

Not the Right Time

Ok, so this has become a big problem.  I really, truly, honestly do not want a boyfriend right now.

Why?

-I'm picky

-I don't like talking on the phone at all.

-In fact, the only thing I like about dating is the making out part.  Sad, but true.

-I think you have a lot more fun as friends. (insert big shocking gasp here)

Since summer, I've had 4 guys ask for my number-- and I know it's not a big deal to those who are naturally flirty, but for me that's  a record.

Hehe I've only told my closest friends about two or three of the guys....  But on to the matter at hand, What on earth do those guys see in me?

Do they think I'm an easy catch?  Do they only like me for my boobs?  Do they only want to hook up with me?

Honestly, I do try my hardest to turn guys AWAY from me.  Maybe I need to improve my effort, maybe change a few things here and there.  Er, maybe I do need a boyfriend?.... 

Wait, no.  I take that back.  Whatever their problem is, and whatever my problem is, It's easily remedied by the word No.

PS anyone else seriously thinking about going to TWICON?

Banana Klan

Again, I shamelessly advertise my Chronically Insane friends.

This is something my friend Celery concocted called the Banana Klan.

Basically it's just a bunch of people running around in Banana costumes and acting like total freaks with third appendages.

I've been offered membership to the Banana Klan, but I gratefully declined because I don't really want to walk around in a Banana suit.

HOWEVER, if you'd like to join the Banana Klan, that's cool.  

Life Goes on

My mind has been pretty messed up lately--

This morning I was thinking about when we die, and the legacy we leave behind.  Are we truly forgotten?

When someone thinks about us after we're dead does that mean our soul and memory still lives on?  Does it even matter?

What if when we die it's really the end?  We just become nothing, the only things surviving us are our accomplishments and failures.

It's pretty daunting to think about the great UNKNOWN.  I wish I could say that religion makes me feel safer, but I would be lying if I said that.  I'm alive, and I'm scared because I DON'T know what will happen once I die.

Will I go to a 'heaven' or 'hell'?  Will I be reincarnated?  Will I just become a member of the growing number of Nothing in the world?  

This is what happens when I think too much.

Photo Courtesy of *DerTyrann

Again, but more Blunt

 OK I'm almost to the point of being fed up.

Pied Piper and Kitty Pride are even more flirty then ever.

However, I'm more mad at Pied Piper than I am at Kitty.  Today before class I saw Kitty being all kissy-touchy with some sophomore guy, but that's normal.  It made me feel slightly better to know that she's a player, because in some malicious way I want Pied to find out.

Hehe, we'll see how long she stays in the class after that.....

Also, I got major burnage from Pied today because I couldn't figure out a problem-- but Kitty who AGAIN did nothing didn't get reprimanded.  UNFAIR.

But deep down, heck even on the shallow end-- it makes me feel better to know that Kitty is a player and only using Pied to get her way.

Call me demented, but it's the only way I can find peace in this situation.

Current Project

So I've been busy working on a special project me and my friend have concucted called Angry Punk Liberalists.

It's all about freedom of the people, and how to help your self when the government won't help you.  

It's probably going to consume the majority of my time for the next couple of days-- so once I get it up and running, I'll feature it on here.

However, if anyone has any ideas/wants to contribute to the Angry Punk Liberalist feel free to drop me a couple of lines.