My vid...i believe there is no god

The end

I think that it is certainly not a secret, by now, that I don't take blogging very seriously. I mean, no offense Mr. Ayers, but sharing my inner-most feelings and daily activities with the world has never been an activity that I had wished to engage in. And so, for the last year I have composed a lot of, for lack of a better word, shit.
My in-depth look at hippie Jesus-looking freaks, my expose on the color red, and reasons as to why I will certainly end up in Hell parts I, II and III, yeah I think you can make your own conclusions. To be honest, I had to write 1,200 words a week, and that's what I did; no more, no less, no effort.
I have learned through this whole experience that I am not as good of a writer on the fly as I would like to believe, and that few original ideas run through my noggin (yes, I did just use that word) at any given time. I am weird and don't like sharing my life, but I didn't need a blog to figure that out. I mean, this has really been a year of my ramblings, insanity and stupidity.
Needless to say, I'm sure, Mr. Ayers, that I'm not exactly the type of gal you are looking for in your masters research, and that's okay, because I think that if my blog has given me anything, it's the ability to voice my opinions and not care what anyone thinks about them. There's definitely something very liberating about putting your ideas in writing; a certain freedom that has allowed me to organize my thoughts and make more bold statements than I would ever make in conversation. For example, I would never tell you off in person, Mr. Ayers, I am far too much of a coward, but clearly here on my blog I have no problem saying that I gave the 80 or so blog posts the collective brain power I would give to making a peanut butter sandwich.
It is with these comments that I say goodbye to my prized 'Yay a blog!' for, certainly, forever; goodbye to incessantly typing at 11:56 on a Sunday night and to changing the posting options when it hit 12:01 and I still had to start another entry; goodbye to the frustration that comes with having writers' block until finally settling on a topic like butter; and finally goodbye to laughing at my own stupidity...but probably not because that is a practice that will likely last my entire life.
And so, to Mr. Ayers, I would like to thank you for not failing me, even after skimming the shitty contents of my blog for the past two terms, and hope that you would do the same this term! I warn you, I will be in your perspectives class next year, and you don't disgruntled Emma around, that is never pretty.
Yay a blog!, goodbye, sorry you suck so much.

Freaks of the world, we're tite

I'm just going to come out and say it, I'm a freak. I mean, really there's no hiding it, but in qualification of this self accusation, I thought I would share some of my many anomalies.

1. I don't eat green candy...like, ever. Really, I hate any sort of green sweet, we're talking Jell-O, Skittles, suckers, Starburst, even M&M's; I really hate the taste of lemon lime, I guess, and even if things aren't that flavor, I assume that they are gross like that, so I just steer clear of them.
2. I get a fake boyfriend everywhere I go. In school, I have about three, for different classes of course. In Czech School, I have Isaac, also known as TeeYukYuk. At the hospital I had a kid from the cafeteria for a while, but then I switched jobs and I haven't seen him since, I think he went off to college or something. And finally, there is work where I have two boyfriends, they legitimately fight, it is really funny. But with all of these thugs hanging around me, I have no real boyfriend, because I obviously attract weirdos.
3. It is a habit of mine to purposely listen to a song so much that I begin to hate it and then legitimately cringe every time I hear it after that, I really have no idea why.
4. I don't invite people...anywhere. I seem to have some sort of irrational hate for having to be the one to instigate a get together, and quite honestly, I would rather do nothing than to have to call people and see if they want to do something.
5. I hate hanging around my family, but I love being at my house.
6. I like writing, but hate reading.
7. I attempt to make every situation sufficiently less awkward for other people by using great sarcasm to shift the attention away from other people. So, when things get awkward for someone else, I will throw in a stupid comment like, my rap album drops next week or tell a horribly embarrassing anecdote about my childhood. Yet, even with all of this making myself look like a fool, if someone catches me off guard or slightly insults anything about me, I get embarrassed really easily.
8. Drinking milk freaks me out because I view it as drinking cow pee or something, even though I know it has been pasteurized and everything. So I have to eat chocolate in order to make myself thirsty enough to stomach milk.
9. I am the only one that is allowed to sing in my car, my sisters are not allowed. However, I serenade them with my less than stellar abilities on a regular basis.
10. I am probably a pathological liar and a hypocrite, and I am really okay with that.
11. I am a stark anti-feminist and don't think that women should hold certain offices and occupational positions. I want to be June Cleaver and not some Hillary Clinton (basically hermaphrodite) clone.

Work, the song ruiner

Now there are a lot of reasons that I hate work; the fact that I have to do something on my Sunday afternoons, the concept that I have to be nice to annoying little kids and the notion that I work with a lot of freaks are all problems. But today I was confronted with one of my greatest problem yet.
Generally speaking, we listen to shit music, can you say techno? Anyway, with a shift in Sunday management as of late, we have gotten into much better music and we currently listen to Sirius Hits 1, which is tite because that's the type of music I listen to in the car and stuff. However, when hour seven or so rolls around and you have listened to Spider Harrison's Weekend Top 45 Countdown twice, it becomes an issue.
Anyway, as I was there I heard the song 'Kiss Me Thru the Phone' approximately 5,000 times, and while I actually enjoy that song normally, Planet X is a song ruiner. For instance, I cannot listen to Poker Face ever anymore because I have so many horrific associations with it, aka the thoughts of being at work. Dear God I hope this video is clean...I didn't really watch it, but it seemed like it would be the safest.

And when I got home this evening, I was a little upset because I had Soulja Boy's voice stuck in my head, and I don't do a very good impression, so it was just a problem. Plus, I had to straighten out some of the words, because I made a bet with my sister, and so I spent $1.29 on iTunes, which was a little upsetting, I must admit. So, with that mentality, maybe we should go back to the techno music, because at least that way work won't have the ability to ruin that shit any further.

NCYL, here I come

1. What are your strongest leadership skills and what are you doing to improve your weaker ones?
My teachers have always told me that I was a strong leader, and for a long time I thought it was because I was a perfectionist and such a strong student. However, as I have grown older, I have come to the realization that qualities other than scholarship are imperative to leadership. It is the ability to make friends, even with those that you would not normally befriend, that constitutes real leadership, because in all honesty, social intelligence is the most important skill one can develop.
Therefore, I think it is my ability to kill people with kindness and carry on a conversation with anyone I meet that makes me a good leader. I am not condescending and I do not try to rock the boat, and those are qualities that people appreciate and try to emulate. These are also abilities that have the ability to command the attention of a group; if people know that you genuinely care about them, they are more apt to follow your advice.
As far as my weaknesses, my greatest fault would be the fact that I get too wrapped up in the details of a project. Although it sounds cliché to say, I really do care too much about some of the projects that I become involved in. I try to work on detaching myself and delegating tasks in many scenarios, however, it is often hard for me.
2. How will you use your leadership skills to impact your future?
Ever since I was a little girl, I wanted to become a journalist. I know that the ability to make people feel at ease and to center groups around one topic are the most important skills in journalism. Therefore, the fact that I can easily carry on a conversation and have social intelligence will make me successful in adapting to my surroundings.

Unclassifiable

So my blog was put in the unclassifiable category of the Kennedy Wordpress website, and it's really just not okay. I'm upset that I was not given a category, because surely Mr. Ayers could have just humored me and let me fit in with all of the rest of the blogs. Like, in all honesty, nobody was going to click on my blog to see if it truly should have fit with the 'Fashion and Trends' or 'Life After School' categories or whatever; nobody cares that much. And furthermore, if someone did take the time to read through my ten thousand posts and determine that I should not be under a certain category, they would be a freak and I wouldn't even care, because I am obviously way cooler than them.
I guess I have nothing more to say about this, which is probably a testament as to why I am in the unclassifiable category; everything I write is pure crap. However, I would still like to voice my displeasure with this nonsense, and the other three blogs should be pissed about this as well. So, writers of Nodda Nother Blog, Once Upon a Time, and The Crush we should definitely rise up and take Mr. Ayers down, I think it would be worth it.

Lessons learned from junior year 3

• As far as lessons learned from junior year go, I have also taken some practical ones. For example, I have learned, through the tragedies of my sister, that home hair dye is a really dangerous product. No matter how closely you follow the rules, you will still come out with orange and purple hair. And from the sacrifices of that sister again, I learned the evils of fake tanning, or at least trying to apply the bottle of lotion all at once. Simply put, you end up looking orange, really orange.

• I learned that making fun of people different than myself, is possibly the most fun activity I could ever engage in. This year I have pretended to be a prostitute and in a gang, all which have brought me great joy. I learned how to flash the bloods symbol, which if I ever show to anyone in Compton, I will probably get shot or something, but it's fun to know anyway. I also learned the distinction between a shank and a shiv.
• Another lesson I have learned this year is that I am no good at blogging, because it is hard and I don't have a brain. Ok, tite I think I'm done.