Saturday, June 5, 2010

What a Shame

Recently, things have continued to happen around me that really upset me, because they just prove what a disregard for innocence and purity our world has.
Whether it be music: Sure, we're all guilty of listening to some mildly inappropriate songs that we just brush off, but where's the line between excusable and not? It's getting to the point where I think that songs are listened to FOR their horrible lyrics. It's not like people are just giving in and listening because that is all artists are writing, but in fact, if the lyrics are intensely vulgar and about sex and drugs, the songs become that much more enticing. People criticize country music because "all the lyrics are the same, it's all love songs or storytelling about a farm and tractors." Since when do lyrics featuring demeaning descriptions ("I'm tryna find the words to describe this girl without bein disrespectful...damn, you're a sexy bitch"--I guess chivalry really isn't dead!) and scandalous situations take the cake over storytelling? Yeah, you're right, I'd definitely like to promote drug use and looking at hookers over songs that happen to be telling stories/ mentioning farming, or America, or God.
This rejection of the innocent is almost a defining point of our young generation. For instance, more and more people view premarital sex as a given. Why should I with hold it from my boyfriend/girlfriend? What does it matter if we have sex now? What does it matter if I have sex with every guy I'm attracted to, or even not attracted to? Why shouldn't I? Girls and guys are crumpling to the demands of society, of peer pressure, of lust, and of pure emotion with no backing. It seems we've forgotten the power that comes with purity.
Kids go to college. Parties are going to happen. Right? So, that's a legitimate excuse for me to abandon the convictions I had before, isn't it? It's not fun unless you're drunk, and being high is just so much better than being sober. Why do people assume that not remembering the night before must mean you had an awesome time? We fall into habits, and pretty soon we let them take us over, and they engulf our lives to the point where we wouldn't have a life without them. 
Even the petty-seeming subject of little girls apparel is dusted with traces of immorality and loss of innocence: I wore overalls until sixth grade. I didn't wear make-up until eleventh. I was running around and having a super childhood, and I didn't care to be older than I was, wear short skirts, talk on a cell phone, or chase boys. Now I look at young girls and they're all dressing like little whores; mere third graders are walking around like they wish they were in high school. They're all missing out on being kids! and it kills me!

Something is wrong when it is shameful to be innocent and embarrassing to be pure. 
Nothing is more unnecessary and damaging than to throw away and forget that which was once good and whole and to lose the little bit of innocence we hold on to.


This blog was a little deeper than my previous...
song of the day: make it mine- jason mraz
HP status Harry  Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Chapter 14: The Unforgivable Curses

Thursday, June 3, 2010

To Beanbrother's House We Go!

...hopefully.

So today, I semi got my schedule figured out, and I think I'm going to be able to make it to Richmond on Saturday, (father's approval still pending) which is great! because I was beginning to think it was a lost cause, but now I get to see all my schoolies! and more specifically my ccm-ies. hooo-rah!

Another thing that is pending with my father is permission to study abroad. He says he wants the details, cost, et cetera. I'll get it to him. I want to go abroad, SUPA badly. Even if I don't know where yet.



 And to share a few wise words for the day:
"Nitwit, blubber, oddment, tweak."--APWBD

song for the day: alright- darius rucker 
poll for the day: are fedoras socially okay?
HP status: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Chapter 9: The Dark Mark








these ladies jogged down the boardwalk and back wearing these ridiculous rollerblades minus the wheels, add a crazy oval spring thing on the bottom!
kids and their fitness fads.






Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Cherry Pie for Breakfast

Harry Potter for lunch.
Butterscotch fudge for afternoon snack.
Mary Kay for dinner. and dessert.
Cereal for survival. 
And more cherry pie, for good measure.


Guys, today I took it a step too far, well not too far, but farther-- I painted my fingernails Gryffindor scarlet, with yellow lightning bolts and the Gryffindor Lion adorning the thumb.
I'm awesome, right? Yeah, that was my recess from reading.

Then at 4 45ish I got ready for some Mary Kay nonsense. And let me tell you, there was some Mary Kay nonsense. I was only there for like 4 hours...
Here are some highlights:
  1. A few black girls were in the skin care class I was watching, and while applying one of the products one of them exclaims "It's gettin' on ma WEAVE instead!"
  2. "OH day TOY-letts" (eau de toilette)
  3. Me accidentally winking at one of the girls when something funny happened? How creepy, old grandpa of me. I don't know what came over me, or my right eye, but it was closed and open again before I could even try to stop it.


song of the day: sister christian- night ranger
HP status: Harry Potter and the Prizoner of Azkaban, Chapter 14: Snape's Grudge

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Red Velvet Cake Batter



HOLY CRAP! This is for real!? (sink hole in Guatemala) pray for them.








And onto my day:

Is it sad when I'm happy for a cancelled beach day if it means I get to stay home and read Harry Potter?
Because that's exactly the emotion I had today when it was cloudy slash rainy and Monica and I called off our beach trip. Hopefully, that does get rescheduled for soon, though.
Anyways, I spent most of my day, whittling away at my new obsession and collecting new information. Not to mention, me and my partner in crime, Mary Beth Booty (renamed by, I think, Chelsea's brother and friend), had a meeting to discuss certain details that will come into fruition later.
But you must know no more. No more secrets will be revealed on this here blog, and the party that will indeed be born shall be an excitedly-awaited surprise for all who have the honor of receiving an invite.

I don't have much to say. My mind is "harrypotterharrypotterharrypotter." I'm about to finish the 2nd, and hopefully get a good start on the 3rd by tonight.

P.S. The Sixth Sense is a good movie, and just like Harry Potter, you catch more the second time through, even if you do know the twists;)

song of the day: i'm gonna love you forever- randy travis
HP status: Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, Chapter 16: The Chamber of Secrets

"It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities."-Dumbledore (p.333 HP&CS)

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