DFTBA

What does DFTBA mean you ask? ... well ...

Don't forget that brains attract.
Darling fetch the battle axe.
Decepticons fear this brilliant Autobot.
Do fish takes baths a lot?
Dogs Frequently take back apologies.
Dreadful feudal treachery breeds atrocities.
Darkened forests take bravery away.
Doctor Freud's topic became afflicting.
Damn Facebook, too bloody addicting.
Down for the babies arrival.
Dead father's thoughts became archival.
Drunk fish try breathing air.
Debutantue's fame tarnished by affairs.
Delano fears to be afraid.

Damn fine to be alive.
Dorky farting turdface brother arrives.
Difficult financial times bring apocalypse.
Danes fear the burning acropolis.
Donate for the blood association.
Don't for the beaux's admiration.
Delilah's fruitcake triggers belly-ache.
Dead frogs teach bored anatomists.
Delightful fans that blithely assist.
Duel for the best acronym.
Dark force to barely apprehend.
Dastardly farmers took Bessie away.
Destined for the burger anyway.
Distro falling through bleak autumn.
Dandelions fly through blue air.

Don't forget to be awesome!
Don't forget to be awesome!
Don't forget to be awesome!
Don't forget to be awesome!
Don't forget to be awesome!
Don't forget to be awesome!

Don't forget to be awesome!

DFTBA Hank Green http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y0VnI1dI7zw

I don't want to be a Hipster

Hipsters, known for their; good will inspired wardrobe's, cigarettes, over exposed photography, beards, horn rimmed glasses, plaid, ironic T-shirts, using books as accessories, the underground film scene, indie music tastes and a false scene of individuality.

In my opinion, one of the most pretentious subcultures of our time ... and I am afraid that I am one of them.

This thought has plagued my mind for a while now. and I would like to respectfully decline this title.

I will not deny I do have Hipster tendancies.

-My adoration of Folk music, trock and a bit of dubstep
-My horn rimmed glasses
-I enjoy shopping at value village on occasion
-I wear plaid ... somtimes
-I appreciate ironic T-shirts (though I do not own them!)
-I am a proud anglophile, though I am not alone! so it's alright...?
-My obsession with lesser known theatre groups
-And my seemingly uncontrollable hipster thoughts
-My friend just informed me that being in the Slytherin house is hipsterish ...
-I'm on tumblr ... and my blog name is an obscured Shakespeare refference (EnterTheBear)
-I like badges
-I play the ukulele
-My favourite painter is Van Gough
-T.V shows include; doctor who, sherlock, community, american horror story, misfits, miranda ... etc
-I umm ... I like suspenders ... a lot ... and bow ties
-My favourite shape is a triangle

This is starting to scare me .. okay! reasons i am NOT a hipster

-I dont have a beard
-I dont smoke
-I know all the lyrics to the songs on the hit raido stations!
-I like icecream (more than gelato)
-I am not a vegan! I am an omnivore
-I don't fancy myself an author
-I watch reality T.V sometimes (big brother)
-I can get UN-ironically excited about things
-I have a Facebook page!
-I have been known to shop at stores like Walmart
-I don't own any records
-I don't cut my own hair
-My hair is not dyed in any way
-I don't play random instruments on public
-I only have my ears pierced
-No tattoos
-I live in a proper house and not some apartment above a cafe
-I may have horn rim glasses BUT they are prescription ... so it evens out

and the most important thing that proves I am not a Hipster is this ... I am aware of my SLIGHT Hipsterish-ness ... Hipsters are not aware of themselves.

Now, to end this off with a quote from a Hipster "Ain't no fantasty, ain't so respawn button for this shit."

And here are some images ... enjoy

(truth)

To live without money ... Is to kill everyone

This lady ... Heidemarie Schwermer

...

She makes me feel bad about myself.

http://www.bizarrenews.org/content/view/162/1/

69 year's old and hasn't used money in 15 years, she says shes healthier and happier and she's just a damn peach! She wrote books, and she gave the profit to charity she's just PERFECT ... well! let's see just how perfect you really are!

-It says she had kids when she decided to start doing this and she had to "KICK THEM OUT" how rude is that, her own kids!! homeless just because she wanted to do a little experiment! obviously an ill fit mother

-She doesn't even have health insurance and she 'self heals' when she does fall ill ... how do we know she doesn't have some crazy diease!? No one would cause no doctor has looked at her! she could be carrying the damn plauge!

-Money helps the world go round and she's trying to stop the rotation of the earth! and if we stop spinning we die!

all in all ... she is trying to kill us all, she is a murder of man kind and I'll have none of her

Poetry

Oh poetry...

How I wish I could be good at you, but alas I am surely not. I want to be that person who can write beautifully and sound deep and meaningful and wear hats and snap and smoke cigars and be the envy of every wanna be hipster ... but no. I am plagued with the disease of talentlessness.

I enjoy reading poetry when the mood is right, when I can wrap my head around the inner meanings of it all. when the mood is not right, I just get really confused.

I thoroughly enjoy spoken word though. Like a lot ... a lot a lot. i listen to it in my free time. there is one specific fellow who I enjoy muchly. His name is Watsky if YouTube wasn't blocked on the school computers I would link you to him. maybe I'll do that at home if I'm not feeling lazy.

(un-lazy moment of the day) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vrs9Jl3fvpM

Anyways all in all. I like poetry at times I love spoken word and I can't write it to save my life.

Okay time for me to read the poems!

...

ummm I dunno. it isnt bad. but the mood is not right! I'm in a school library ... how am I suppose to fully absorb the poetryness in this enviroment...

I wonder where she finds her words ... like Cha’am?? what is that!? (google time!) ooh awks ... I get it. it's a place. well I feel stupid now. I wonder if she's visited there.. hmmmmm

(Hillsides of Cha'am ... nice place)

Oh hi

So I'm here again, typing at a computer, this is fun, not really. Don’t get me wrong, I think I’d love blogging if you know; I had a creative and original idea of my own! But ... I don't

What did that one person say ... hmmm .... let me find the quote...

GOOGLE!! Why have you failed me so!!! Well this is depressing; Google has never failed me before ...

Anyway! The quote was about how there is no such thing as an original idea anymore. It was said by like Oscar Wilde or C. S Lewis or Plato or George Bush, I don’t know. I wanted to show you it so I could like 'site authority' or some rhetorical device like that ... or maybe I just wanted to feel better about my lame lame existence.  Regardless I have failed to do either of those and I am now internally sad.

But not really

So yeah, I learned something today!

Google is not God

.... Interesting

Dear Diary...

I just like the rest of us at one point, had a diary ...  or as we called it when we wanted to feel mature a "Journal". I have recently started another "Journal" and Im actally quite enjoyng it so far. But last night, I re-read my old journal from grade 9 to 10.

Let' just say I wanted to shoot myelf in the face after reading it. There were only 2 different kinds of posts

The Young Teenage Girl, Who Worships a Boy ones: "I really really really like this boy! he's so amazing! I should make him a nicname so that if anyone ever reads this they wont know who I'm actually talkng about! I'm so funny!" blah Blah BLAH!! 

and the I'm A Depressing and Angsty Twat ones: <insert self hating, world hating, and extreamy dark and horrible poetry here>

I've decided that I will right the wrongs of litrerature I have committed during this horrible phase in my life. I started writting a new journal and I've told myself that I can't talk about boys or write any poetry in it, no matter how much of a master peice I think it is! I used to write recapes of the day everynight, but now I write things the momment they happen, it's more real and more fun.

For instence, yesterday I simply wrote about how I was eating classy bread and how that made me happy ... it may be really stupid but it's what I was really thinking about at the momment.

I think the simple and real things are more important than stupid teenage heart aches.

NaCl Carrots

(it took all my strenght not to upchuck while trying to find this picture)

Horrifying! Terrifying! It sends shivers down my spine!

For some people they have a fear of public speaking, plains, sharks, the dark, even death; but I'm different. Public speaking gives me a high, plains are fun, I dont live near the ocean, the darkness keeps secrets and I'm always ready to greet death with open arms.

My biggest fear is one that most laugh at. Peopl call me weird, imature and even silly. My biggest fear on this planet is ... Salty Carrots.

They're poison!!

Don't ask me why, I haven't a damn clue! The closest I've come to an explination is the movie Mr. and Mrs. Smith. The one scene when they are seated at the dinner table and are trying to kill eachother. Dear Mrs. Smith passes Mr. Smith a salt shacker to sprinkle on his dinner plate. It just so happens that on his plate had a collection of carrots on it. It also just so happens that the salt shacker was filled with poison.

I'm not scared of carrots, and I'm definitely not scared of salt ... I actually quite like salt; but those things together is an extremly deadly duo!

My mum thinks I'm crazy and often tries to sneak salty carrots into my everyday meals. You may think that's crazy ... I mean, how often to you really have salty carrots? But! I can assure you that you eat them quite often! Salty carrots isn't just table salt on carrots; It's salads wth carrots in them (salad dressing has salt in it), it's pot roasts cooked with mixed veggies, And it has to be a very brave day for me to eat a corrot muffin (all baking has a pinch of sat right?)

I'd like to think I'm a rather logical and rational person ... but this ... this! I just don't get this. It turns my stomache just thinking about it. ermm ... I don't feel good now

pet-peeve'SSSSS

To choose just one pet peeve to discuss would be like just eating one Pringle. It's practically impossible. I have far too many pet peeve's to just pick one, so I shall give you a list.

-People who are painfully stupid, like PAINFULLY stupid! Like saying that Pluto used to be a star that has now turned into a rock ...true story.

-When girls act differently around guys so that they fall for them ... it's fake and unnecessary.

-When things aren't symmetrical. I have OCD tendencies, and that's the thing that gets me the most.

-When guys have long finger nails ... trim those bad boys!

-Those 'Gangsta hats' ... the ones with the shinny sticker on them ... take that damn sticker off! you look like a tool and the doesn't even fit your head.

-Nickleback ... that is all.

-When people say "that's so gay" ... it is offensive regardless of weather you "mean" it or not.

-When people tell me I'm going to hell for not believing in God ... if I don't believe in God then I obviously don't believe in heaven or hell ... therefore your statement is mute.

-When people know they have a problem and still refuse to get help for it.

-COMIC SANS

-Ignorant Humans ... this world isn't ours to control and make the way we want, we're just lucky enough to be able to inhabit it.

-Being compared to my sister

-When girls are bitchy to one another for no reason (I wont lie and say that, I do this from time to time)

-When guys pants are placed beneath the butt cheek ... there's a thing called belts ... use them!

-When girls wear white see through shirts with neon bras underneath ... it's like your yelling "look at me i have boobs!" ... we all know you do,it's kind of a defining feature of being a female.

-When people fish for compliments ... if I'm going to compliment you, I will, on my own time, when i see it necessary.

... I'll be honest, I'll probably add more to this blog as time goes on.

We're going back

     As I wake up for school on this seemingly normal day I began my morning routine; get dressed, brush my hair, eat breakfast pack my bags and walk to school. The trip to school is a relatively short one, and I've taken it nearly a thousand times before. Just walk out my back yard through a couple soccer fields and bam, you're there, education station.
      I slung my backpack over my shoulders and walk out the front door of my house. The sun is bright in my eyes as a gaze into the sky I see there isn't a single cloud floating above. I make my way to the back yard. The grass is still dewy and my toes begin to chill. I keep walking as I breath in the fresh spring morning air.
     As I walk I stare down at my feet thinking 'heel to toes, heel to toes, heel to toes" this goes on for a while until I finally look up and see the school building getting closer, I can see my friends and as they wave at me to flag me down I start walking faster towards them. They start laughing about something, I speed up so that I can try to catch the joke. I lose track of my heels and toes and as I feel I'm losing myself I start stumbling to the ground.
     I shut my eyes and inhale one huge breath. I notice that's something that people do when ever the sensation of falling occurs. You take what could be your one last deep breath before it all ends. More times then not though you find yourself just hitting the ground with a thump and realizing how much of a fool you've made yourself. In the back of your head you kind of wishing that, that was your final breath. At least then you wouldn't have to live with the embarrassment.
    I just hit the ground, no last breath for me. The joke I was once speeding up to catch has now caught me. I'm the butt of their laughter now. I don't mind so much really, life is all about falling and getting yourself back up again. I take every fall, stumble, trip and even push as a life experience. you learn something from every one of them.

Bricks

So, you know this whole blogging thing is going to go well when the first thing you Google once in class is "what are good blog topics" and then after reading through hundreds of them decideding to write about the first thing you see.

Now to be honest, I didn't actually pick the first thing I saw. it was a cellphone that first caught my eye. I quickly realized I could write about a number of things such as, the teenage obsession with keeping in contact with everyone at all  times regardless of where you are, or how they may give you cancer or I could just weigh the pros and cons of them etc etc etc

But no, the next thing I saw was this huge brick wall staring down at me and I thought that would be much more interesting to talk about!!

See, when I think of bricks I get this nostalgic feeling from back when I was a young lass outside at recess and I'd be alone staring at the big red brick wall that was towering over me. I'd run my fingers down the creases inbetween the bricks where the mortar had been laid and i'd follow it towards the ground, trying to find the most indirect rout to the bottom. or I'd take the most direct rout, timing myself everytime so that could beat my preveous record .... I sound like a lonely child don't I? ... I'm fine with that.