I have not posted in a while…

Whoops :p Sorry!
I’ve decided to just blog in English because it’s much easier for me to convey my thoughts that way. My Swedish practice can wait, I suppose. I also changed the point of this blog. I’m mostly going to write about things that are happening in pop culture or just things that are relevant in the news lately. My life is just a tad bit too boring to seriously write about

One More Thing.

I believe that I forgot to tell all of you…

Six days ago was my birthday :]

I turned 14.

Okay goodbye :]]

No Snow Days for US!!

fml fml.

The ONE year that we don’t have to make up the snow days at the end of the year,

WE NEVER HAVE A FUCKING SNOW DAY.

FUCK THIS.

FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK FUCK.

FUCK.

>:{

sweet jizzus.

When Did We all Grow Up?

Honestly.

Remember those days when you spent hours  upon hours outside, on the trampoline with all your neighborhood buddies? Or Rollerblading and going swimming with those same buddies in the summer heat? Or biking, running, playing ball, or even just lazing around outside. I remember opening up a lemonade/snowcone stand with my older sister and around six of my favorite neigborhood friends, who are Hellen, Josh, (<– they are siblings) Arvin, Larry, (<— also siblings), Michelle (same name as me), and occasionally, Holly. I remember lying on the trampoline bed with them, exhausted after jumping for atleast an hour straight. I remember the chilly fall wind blowing against me as we had bike races down our very leveled hill. I remember planning parties and picnicks that never really came to life. I remember braiding eachother’s hair, giving the girls makeovers. I remember poking fun at the boys and competing with them in races. I remember spending hours under (yes, under) Hellen and Josh’s deck, throwing rocks through the holes the deck walls had. I can even remember the unfathomable amount of time we had spent at our neighborhood pond, looking for the occasional fish or turtle.

When did all those hours of playing outside turn into hours of studying and secluding ourselves from the old neighborhood friends?

I can describe my last summer in full detail in ONE SENTENCE.

“Spent it all in my room, except for a week was spent in the upper east side.”

Gosh. My summers before fifth grade… they were filled with endless adventures with friends. I would do something new everyday.

Now one of my friends is getting ready for college, the other has a girlfriend whom he spends all his time with (we aren’t that close anymore, anyway), another is a possible druggie, and the others just didn’t stay in touch…

I hadn’t noticed, to tell you the truth.

But when I sit and think about it, I really do miss those water balloon fights and walks to Dominick’s.

Im back, Bitches.

Lol

not that any of you care,

but IM BACK.

MWHAHHAHAHAHHAAAHAAHA

Breaking awwwl the lawwss!!

Of beauty, that is. Seriously. What the fuck is this?

Okay, okay. Stop with the Booing. I KNOW this is an old picture, but she’s a friggin’ MESS!

Like, seriously, Courtney Love, get yo’ act togetha, sistah!!! As if her crazy heroin-open-sore lips weren’t enough, she had to put on H1N1 blush and crazy double Marilyn Manson blue contacts! And then she goes ahead and schlacks on some spidery mascara.

I have no respect for these types of people

SWEET JIZZUS

Ooh la la sexy family members.

“Ooh la la, sexy family members” is what you all think when you see your cousins. Right? Of course not. I came across something very interesting today on Feministing:

The usual argument for someone that is anti-gay marriage is that they want to maintain the sanctity of marriage. That was New Jersey’s *reason*.

Do you know what kind of  marriages New Jersey allows? The straight marriages and the– get this– marriage between first cousins.

Huh. Seems as though New Jersey is just discriminatory.

Here are the states that cousin marriage is legal:

Alabama Alaska California Colorado Connecticut District of Columbia Florida Georgia Hawaii Maryland Massachusetts

New Jersey New Mexico New York North Carolina*Rhode Island South Carolina Tennessee Texas Vermont Virginia

 

Sanctity, my ass.

Ya’ll assholes better stop using sanctity as an excuse, because it’s really not going to work.

Chodes.

Gay Rights among other things…

Have you heard?

Those assholes down at the New Jersey senate REJECTED bills legalizing gay marriage.

Aiight. Here’s what I have to say about this:

What. The. Eff.

We are in 2010, people! Not the 1950′s or the Middle fucking Ages.

America says “All men are created equal”. Uh huh, sure. African-American citizens were enslaved by our so-called free-ass country. They didn’t get the right to vote until 1869, and even THEN they still didn’t have the same rights as white men. African-Americans then proceeded to fight for their rights until 1955 (If the year doesn’t ring a bell, this will: Rosa Parks), when they FINALLY had a real turning point. Women couldn’t even vote until 1919, and had to fight so hard to get even HALF as much money has a man, even if they had the same. exact. fucking. job. and. skills. And there are so many more things the LAND OF THE FUCKING FREE has done, such as the “Yellow Scare”, where they wouldn’t let Asians imigrate into the United States, or the whole anti-Mexican sentiment.

Where the hell am I going with this, you ask?

Here’s where: America has discriminated against minorities enough.

But, of course, why stop now?? Straight white men basically own the whole damn world. Let me tell all of you something:

I don’t give a shit WHAT your religion is, but making minorities second-class citizens is NOT ACCEPTABLE.

Alright.

I, as a female of Asian descent, am a little more sensitive to discrimination than some of my readers. There are times when I just thank God (I don’t believe in god) that I was born in this time where I can get an education, I have so much oppurtunity, I was born into this rich country. But there is always that naggy feeling in the back of my head that I will never recieve the same treatment as a white male. Yes. It breaks my heart to have to admit it. But even as we all have the same rights (except for the marriages and civil unions), minorities will always be treated differently.

I live for the day our skin tones all blend together, and we all speak the same language.

Look: All I’m saying is this- We say that America is so free and wonderful, but isn’t that only for straight people like you and me? And if you aren’t straight, then, disregard that.

I was born with the right to meet a guy, fall in love, and get married.

And gays get to meet a girl or guy, fall in love, and wait for the day the evil authority will finally correct it’s mistakes.

Here’s the thing, people: Gays are not second-class citizens. They deserve every single right that we do.

Musted be Disgusted.

Ah. David Letterman.

I personally never watched The Late Night Show with David Letterman, but when I watched this clip, it infuriated me.

It shows David Letterman screaming

“AMANDA SIMPSON WAS A DOOD?!” with a total (O.O) expression on his face. Amanda Simpson, by the way, is an openly transgendered woman that is the first EVER transgender to be presidential appointee.

What’s so wrong with the humor, you ask?

The blatant transphobia and transmisogyny. I, myself, have to say a few things. First of all: I’ve heard and seen this  joke before. David Letterman, if you’re going to be a douche bag, at least be an original douche bag.

It’s the old “straight cis dude is shocked to “discover” he’s been “duped” into “accidentally” sleeping with a trans woman. He reacts how he’s supposed to – he’s sickened and he panics. Cue laugh track. Seriously Dave, your transphobia couldn’t have been a little more original?– Feministing.

1 in every 12 transgendered people are murdered. Do you know what people use as justification? The transgendered women was “dishonest” and “promiscuous” and “tricked” the straight cis man into sleeping with her. Honey, we all do things we aren’t proud of. But no one deserves to be put to death for who they are.

I am so WoW-ed by this.

There might be a lot of things that separate me from that dood up there ^, but there is ONE thing for SURE that we have in common ( and it ain’t the glasses or the knife): No Life.

Aiight boys and girls. I could be outt and aboutt with my gurrlfriends. I could be at the movies. I could be having a girls’ night in. But, really, what am I doing?

I’m blogging. Nah. I actually like blogging. What else am I doing? I am drinking a berry smoothie whilst sitting on my jeans-clad ass indian-style and typing on the computer. For, like, the fifth day in a row. Pfft. More like the two-hundred and fifth time. 

SWEET JIZZUS