When Dreams Come True- Leonid Afremov

Dear society,

It's appalling how many people don't know shit about mental illnesses but think their "treatment plans" are more valid than a psychiatrist's.

Merry Christmas. If those words don't mean anything to you, just enjoy another day being alive.

It's Monday. You know what that means? It means between 7 15 am and 9 pm today, you should VOTE for Upper Merion by going to choir.b101radio.com/vote.

Anti-#YOLO #SWAGGG

Pictures I've collected over the past few weeks that show exactly why #YOLO is #BULLSHIT and only used to justify the most #dumbass things and the reason I have no faith left in our generation
#foreveryoung(andstupid)

 #notlikely

Check out this site for the best #YOLO parodies I have ever seen.

Expect more pictures, later.

cont'd

But Facebook doesn't. So instead of posting that compilation of dumb pictures for your facepalming pleasure, enjoy this. It is one of my favorite songs.

Blogger works from school today!

A somewhat angry social commentary, because I haven't written one in a while.

I get sick of seeing people constantly on their cell phones.
I'm sure I'm not the only one.
Whenever I mention my annoyance to other people, they look at me and nod their heads. And then they tilt their heads back down and continue texting.
So I might not be the only one, but I may be the only one who's not a hypocrite.

Now I understand that if you have a secret boyfriend you can't meet in person, texting and Facebook messaging might be the only contact you have over a weekend, but is it really too much to stop it for ten minutes during dinner?
Or to not have headphones in during a single 5-minute car ride to the pizza place?
Or to not be snapping and uploading pictures of yourself during a family gathering, while watching a video of your cousin (me) performing, that you specifically asked to see?

And don't get me started on the people on phones during a show itself. I understand that you might be more interested in videotaping a concert than watching it yourself, but seriously, the light from the screen is screwing up everyone else's vision and your giant iPhone is blocking my line of sight.
And I understand that you might not be interested in watching a symphony orchestra and that you might just be there because your best friend is performing, but do you really need to tweet about how bored you are during a performance of Bruch's Violin Concerto in A minor that took four months to learn?
I've even seen people (my orchestra stand partner, to specify) texting during rehearsals. Every time the conductor cuts us off to correct something, she will pick up her phone- which is on the stand, usually vibrating and shaking the music- and quickly tap out a text to either her boyfriend or one of 5+ exes.
I just don't understand it.

And what about those people who text friends while hanging out with other friends? I mean, if you say, "We have to hang out soon, because we haven't seen each other in so long!" I expect that you're actually interested in talking to me, not texting "i luhh youuu and we need to hanggg" to a kid you saw half an hour ago, while complaining to me about how much they annoy you. I don't think it is as much as you annoy me right now.

I'm not saying I'd like to confiscate the entire world's phones and burn them to black ash in a raging inferno (maybe just my stand partner's...), but can we all agree to take a rest during social situations? How many conversations can you really hold at once? Skilled multitaskers of the world may disagree (oh wait, they don't exist), but I can only have one. And really, if you're so bored during the one exchange, then maybe you should find some new friends who don't leave you wanting an escape every time you talk.

Your thumbs will thank you.

František Kupka - Katedrála

Found on the interwebz

My neighbor refuses to drag his trash can up the driveway, he pulls it with his hand sticking out the car window as he drives.

Dear readers,

I hope you all know that today is Suicide Prevention Day. If you didn't, I hope I just made you care. If you don't, go reevaluate your life purpose.

I've never known a suicide completer, but I know people who have been depressed to the point of planning or even attempting to take their own life. I've never been there myself, but I can understand that feeling of not being good enough, of not feeling important, of trying your hardest to connect with someone but feeling alone regardless. And I can tell you, it gets better. It's not even a cliche, it's a truth.

Everyone faces their own challenges and everyone has their own set of circumstances. You might be right when you say no one understand what you're going through. But that doesn't mean they can't understand how you feel about what you go through. If you ever feel down, just try talking to someone. It can make a world of difference.

Back-to-School Blues. (Draft 9.1.12)

I suppose I've been living in some sort of a bubble this summer, some sort of selectively permeable barrier that only my geeky old friends, my geekier new friends, and all their geeky influences can cross. (And clearly it's affecting me. I just said "selectively permeable".) And now that school is impending, I've been trying to figure out what everyone else has been up to. I don't want to be completely left in the dark come the first day. I expected the usual- long weekends at the beach, basking in death sun rays, lots of swimming and internet surfing... But it's taken one awful school football game and about two hours of Facebook stalking to figure out what everyone else has really been up to.

So now you want to know why I've been in my own little bubble rather than with everyone else at the mall or the pool? Because I don't share their interests in

• dancing around stripper poles
• discovering what a rush 4LOKO gives
• grinding on each other
• drinking, a lot, and then possibly driving
• taking pictures of my own ass
• saying "luhhh youuu" to each other
• fishing for compliments from horny and hormonal teenage boys
• hooking up with mediocre football players, and then showing up to games with their name painted on their stomach

(For the record, not everyone did this. My friends and I spent the summer either at marching band or doing our homework. The only parties we went to involved lightsaber duels and takeout Chinese food.)

My mom tells me I march in my sleep.

Aim to please, shoot to kill.

 

Sigmund Freud, right?

Within the past two or three months, I have heard his name mispronounced as both "Freed" and "Fred". 

What the fuck?!

Back from DMA!

I spent the beginning of this week at Drum Major Academy learning how to lead and perform in a marching band color guard. Obviously, I learned a lot of leadership tips, routines, and cool moves, but my favorite part of being there was probably my new friends and the crazy things they said.

So adding "and shit" at the end of any sentence makes it sound thug, right? Not really.

"I went to the bathroom and shit."
"I was in the pool and shit."
"I smell cookies and shit."
"I stepped in a puddle and shit."

And as my new friend Brooke said, "Make sure when you're twirling your flag to toss it and shit." I told her, "Raise your mace and shit!"


Stupidity never ends. That night, we were walking back to our dorms in a thunderstorm after evening sessions, and I heard a girl behind me say - wait for it-
"Good thing we're under a tree!"

*epic facepalm*

Stupidity is also not taking rehearsal seriously when you have a show to put together in 4 days. This is what stupidity looks like on the field.

Steel City.

These murals are supposedly all over Pittsburgh.  Too bad I didn't know about it when I went, or I would have looked for them all.

I know my essay is supposed to be black Times New Roman on a white background... but this makes it so much easier to look at.

Never go to class without having something to kill time with.

I should have learned.

I do believe I've been here.

So... pageviews are going down drastically. I don't know if it's because most of my audience was reading in school or because I've become boring... anyway, if you're still here, keep reading!

Weep not for roads untraveled
Weep not for paths left lone
'Cause beyond every bend is a long blinding end
It's the worst kind of pain I've known

Give up your heart left broken
And let that mistake pass on
'Cause the love that you lost wasn't worth what it cost
And in time you'll be glad it's gone.

Weep not for roads untraveled
Weep not for sights unseen
May your love never end, and if you need a friend
There's a seat here alongside me.

Posting for future reference.

My favorite rogue artist:

Reblog: serial killers and rapists

ramirezdahmerbundy:

The FBI study on sexual and serial homicides refers to a study of 108 convicted serial rapists and their 389 victims. The data collected from this study is very valuable, as serial homicide is mostly a sexual crime and often begins or ends with rape. Rape had occurred in 98 percent of the serial homicides studied by the FBI: 56 percent before the victims death and 42 percent after death. The study identified four types of rapists; some experts are now urging that these types be applied to serial killer classification systems:

• Power-reassurance (or compensatory rapist): This type of rapist often has a rape fantasy that his victim actually likes it and will fall in love with him as a result of the rape. He may attempt foreplay and to make a date with his victim afterward. Rape results from sexual arousal and loss of self-control. The rapist is called compensatory because of his terminal sense of inadequacy, which leads him to believe that no “normal” woman would want to have sex with him, unless he compensates it with rape. The rape is a highly sexual act and the offender often has a history of sexual behaviour such as voyeurism, excessive masturbation, and exhibitionism. He will do what the victim allows him to do.

• Power-assertive (or exploitative rapist): The sexual component is less important here, and the rape is more of an expression or aggression in which the rapist needs to build his own fragile ego and sense of inadequacy by humiliating his victims, dominating them, and having them submit to him.

• Anger-retaliatory (or displaced rapist): The sexual attack is an expression of anger and rage. The victim often serves as a stand-in for the rapists real object of hate. The behaviour can vary from simple rape to highly elaborate acts of murder and mutilation. Edmund Kemper might be described as a displaced rapist, because he killed eight victims before finally killing the person he actually wanted to - his mother. Most displaces personalities, however, do not get an opportunity to kill the subject of their deep hate, and this continue killing “innocent” victims.

• Anger-excitation (or sadistic rapist): The sexual act is an expression of aggression fused with sexual desire. In a cycle, sexual arousal gives rise to aggressive desire, which in turn further arouses the rapist. Sometimes the attack begins as a consensual seduction, but then escalates in intense and violent sexual aggression. The rapist often focuses his attack on parts of the victims body such as the breasts, anus, buttocks, mouth, and genitals. Paul Bernardo was an example of the sadistic personality.

Rise Against - Survivor Guilt

Light painting epicness.

 This is what happens when my sisters and I get together with a laser and a camera.

NO MORE CHEMISTRY.

Ever feeling down? Go listen to My Chemical Romance. I promise, it'll make you feel better.

Standardized testing.

1100 pageviews!

Orchestra...

When the lead cellist doesn't know his solo and the concert is tonight.

Irony.

Today our school is having some sort of a day of action where faculty wear white shirts with their greatest  weakness printed on them.

My chemistry teacher is out today, and we did not have a sub assigned. Another teacher stopped by, realized we were unsupervised, and went to find out what happened to the sub.

It turns out our sub forgot she had a class to cover this period. Her shirt read, "perpetually late".

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10 reasons to ban gay marriage.

I have never heard a valid argument against gay marriage.

"This fall I think you're riding for - it's a special kind of fall, a horrible kind. The man falling isn't permitted to feel or hear himself hit bottom. He just keeps falling and falling. The whole arrangement's designed for men who, at some time or other in their lives, were looking for something their own environment couldn't supply them with. Or they thought their own environment couldn't supply them with. So they gave up looking. They gave it up before they ever really even got started."

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Irony.

Think about it.

Words of wisdom from my band teacher.

(When marching in a parade,) "Don't step in the poop."

Dear dumb girl in my English class,

How the hell does a dead bug fly into your mouth?!

1000 pageviews!

Keep reading, guys!

You can't expect the world to be sterilized for you.


Stuff isn't going to go away just because you don't like it.

The escapist's hideaway.

First World Problems.

"We have to bubble in the AP exam answer sheet?!"

History class.

"The Scream by Edvard Munch. What art period do you think it's from?"

"Expressionism."

"What makes it Expressionist?"

"Well, Van Gogh drew it..."

How to be a bad teacher.

Are you a brand-new teacher who already hates your job? Well, don't let that bring you down. If you're loaded with piles of grading or bratty students who interrupt your free time with e-mails, friendly visits, or complaints about your unprofessionality or grading, or even if you're plagued with THAT CLASS- you know, the one that constantly asks questions about the subject matter and turns things in early, there's only one thing you can do to make your job easier. Be a BAD TEACHER! Studies* show that BAD TEACHERS have the most stable jobs and last the longest in the public school system, not to mention having the EASIEST JOBS- what can be easier and more enjoyable than watching a snot-nosed child squirm and squeal under your awesome stare? Here's how to be a BAD TEACHER:

1. Get a degree from the least reputable college you get into. Bonus points if it's not in the subject matter you're teaching. Extra bonus points for switching career paths after failing out of a more respectable program or profession.
2. Make sure you know NOTHING about your subject matter. If a student asks a question that isn't covered in the curriculum, vaguely answer "I dunno... I'll check it out". Copy class notes from Wikipedia or Sparknotes and your answer keys from Yahoo Answers.
3. Bad teachers don't teach. To make sure your students are somewhat up to par for the standardized tests, lecture them daily in a flat, monotone voice. If you insist on using notes instead of making the class copy you word-for-word, use the publisher notes included with the course textbooks. Insert typos into Powerpoint slides and read them word for word off the screen. Do not elaborate. Extra points for teaching with your face to the board. (Der Drache.)
4. Grading is easy. The students who bake you cookies and give you Christmas cards get A's. Everyone else can pick out of a hat. (Der Notenlotto for everyone in my German class.) If a student disagrees with you on any level, give them an automatic F.
5. Always choose the dumb, slutty girls as your favorites. Hold them up to the other students as examples. Remind them that if their life goal was also to be the trophy wife of an 80-year-old, they would also be successful in your class. 
6. NEVER SPELL NAMES RIGHT. No matter how many times you might be corrected by an outraged student, don't change your spelling or pronounciation. You're right and you know it. Extra points for "recorrecting" their names on class rosters and assignments.
7. Never spell anything right. Insert typos and blatant grammar errors into all assignments and paperwork. Extra points for "accidently" writing something dirty- I think of the history teacher with the habit of writing "hoe" instead of "how". (He was a good teacher, though.)
8. Don't dress professionally. And despite what fashion bloggers around the world might say, sneakers do go with collared shirts and ties.
9. Give insanely hard and pointless tests. If you're an English teacher, quiz students on minor characters and vocab that was never taught in class. No matter what you teach, you can make up a multiple-choice test with answers that can all be justified and essay prompts that really have no plausible answer. (I just took one of these. I got a 67.)
10. Finally, if a student has the nerve to complain directly to you, use the age-old answer: "Life isn't fair." It's true, for them. For you, earning a decent salary on a career of leisure, procrastination, and doing whatever the hell you want, life has never been fairer.
11. Bonus points for having plagiarized your way through college to get your Education degree.

*my own observations through 10 years of public school

The end.

The songwriter’s dead.
The blade fell upon him
Taking him to the white lands
Of Empathica
Of Innocence.
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One last perfect verse
Is still the same old song
Oh Christ, how I hate what I have become!
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"For eleven years I’ve been strapped unto this altar.
Now I only have 3 minutes and counting.
I just wish the tide would catch me first and give me a death 

I always longed for."
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"He stopped crying at the end of each beautiful day.
The music he wrote had too long been without silence.

He was found nakedly dead,
With a smile in his face, a pen and 1000 pages of erased text.”
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Be still, my son
You are home
When did you become so cold?
The blade will keep on descending
All you need is to feel my love

Search for beauty, find your shore
Try to save them all, bleed no more
You have such oceans within
In the end
I will always love you.

The beginning.

Eiffel Tower- 7.4.11

Cover the Night: Update 2

"Kovy: The Invisible Goalkeeper."

Are you serious?!

But still, touche.

Cover the Night Update 1.

People are ripping down posters by the entrances.
It just makes me mad that people will just oppose anything without knowing the full story.

Cover the Night at UMAHS.

Last night, three other people and I came to school at night and plastered the entire school with KONY 2012 posters. Today I realized no one is seeing them. Did we not put enough up, or do people just not care?

Updates later.

Interested in Cover the Night?

Plans for Philadelphia residents are to meet at LOVE Park between 8:30 and 10.

I wish I could go.

Today is an important day for two reasons.

Would someone from UM care to explain this?

What the hell, Upper Merion?

This seems legit.

That amazing moment when everyone in the hallway is walking in step.

You all need to see this website.

www.microaggressions.com

Think before you speak and remember your effect on others.

I am drugs.