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.