Feeling: Groovy

fem·i·nism  [fem-uh-niz-uhm]
–noun

1. the doctrine advocating social, political, and all other rights of women equal to those of men.

I am so sick of all the negative connotations people glue to feminism. Feminism is about equality. Why do you people make it seem so wrong to want equality?! If I haven't misjudged the fundamentals of a democratic society, everyone should be a feminist. Now, pull your head out of your ass, and stop portraying feminism as a female supremacy cult!

P.S. I miss my mum.

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Feeling: Kaplonk

My arm feels weird. I think it's going to fall off.

*Sighs. The price I pay for immunity to Insert random disease here.

Sleepy, sleepy. Hehehehehegehegehe. *Snores.

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(e) History of Old Media project
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Feeling: Thoughtful

Is there any point in trying to be good?

Can you actually "be the change you want to see in the world"?

Is there nothing more you can do than think about yourself?

The hope I have for everything just keeps making me seem delusional.

And maybe I am.

The theory of congeniality tells me there is no point having a standing until it is challenged and you can fight for it.

But maybe some things shouldn't be fought for.

You are a small, tiny person, Sue-Anne. And the world is too messy and big. Get your head back on your shoulders where it belongs.

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Holy shit face, I am running out of time!

There is so much to doooooooooooooooooo.

And I am a lazy coooooooooooooooooooow.

(I have never had so many countdowns going at once. Exciting!)

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(f) History of Old Media project
(g) Media Activism and Social Change essay

Listening to: All That He Wants by Kill Hannah

There is something strange in the air tonight and I cannot decide what it means.

Maybe it means nothing.

Maybe it means...

EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*Shrieks. Then, *faints dramatically.

Feeling: Dumb

I'm on to you. *Gives snake eyes.

Feeling: Sick

This is disturbing:


And I have to agree with click:

Regardless of whether this incident was an accident, human error or a huge screw up, the most appalling part of the video is the bloodlust the soldiers have. Their anticipation and hope that the reporter crawling away would pick up a weapon so they could shoot him is absolutely disgusting. "All you gotta do is pick up a weapon." When the van pulled up, they couldn’t wait to get approval to shoot it up. Killing people should never be celebrated. War is hell folks and there’s a lot of crazy people on our side.

So, I have adopted some beautiful creatures, and they answer to the names Zeus, Swish, Swash, Ducky and Littlefoot (I'm not sure if I made that up).

I suddenly feel like I am running out of time, and I don't know what to do.

I also wish I could write more meaningful and/or worthwhile entries.

It seems unfair.

Feeling: Unaccomplished

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" goes Mr. Dinosaur, unsure of what he really means. He would like to go outside and sit in the sun or roll on the grass, but he is trapped in this glass cage, purring ferociously in the hopes that he may scare someone enough to let him out. But people just pierce him with funny looks and go on with their day, unaware of the pain they cause him. Mr. Dinosaur can only watch them as they skip around and play with the squirrels in the trees, jealous that it's not him. "One day," he says to himself as he goes to sleep for the fifteenth time today. "One day," he says to himself as he shuts his eyes slightly too tightly and lets them roll into the back of his head.

Six years ago, a thirteen-year-old girl stumbled upon this novel sensation called Blogger. She didn't see much potential for it, and, honestly, she didn't even like the idea of blogs, but she created an account and updated it semi-frequently nonetheless. Indeed, she had little reason to believe this tiny bit of the internet she occupied would continue to grow and be there to document the enormous changes she would go through, or that at nineteen, she would be standing here, in front of her glowing laptop, perplexed by the strange relation that is so evident between these two seemingly separate people.

Happy birthday, Broken Smile. You have six candles to blow out.

I am in Montréal but I cannot speak French. I feel like a dirty shoe (I don't know what that feels like).

Feeling: Skippy
Listening to: Boston by Augustana

And now, I am on my way to Boston. (I thought this was an appropriate song for the trip.)

Feeling: Sleepy
Listening to: The little bits of music that come through the guy behind me's earphones

I am on my way to New York City as I type this!

Feeling: Immoral
Listening to: We'll Never Leave Again by Straylight Run

This is a strange-at-first-but-pretty song.

It's kind of weird but representative of the world I live in that I often find myself discovering the beauty in songs I've had for years but never really listened to.

This is all we are.

Is it that I just haven't been paying attention, or after everything that has happened, I actually am experiencing something new?

Can old things become new?

"The only constant is change." - Heraclitus

I don't know.

I am this thing that is different from what it once was and that will probably keep on changing, but is it even possible to remain the same forever? Do we have to change? Is that what life is - a series of alterations that eventually lead to the person you were always meant to be?

And it's all we'll ever need.

I think in zigzags and curls.

I went to see Scary Kids Scaring Kids last night, and I'm sad for several reasons:

1. They are breaking up.
   
2. Last night was my first and last chance to see them play.
   
3. They didn't play The Only Medicine.

But they're still cool, and I forgot what the point of this post was.

So, here are some (Actually, just two) pictures to immortalise this momentous event:





I'm going to go get mail now.

Oh, what do you do when you don't know what you want?

PS. I like America many times. Thus far.

I am wasting time.

Somebody, please tell my brain to start working. It's going through a hormonal, rebellious phase and it's not listening to me. Although I understand what it's going through, it really is important for my brain to work if I am to beat this machine called higher education in the bum.

In the bum!

Feeling: Sick
Listening to: Rational Eyes by Threat Signal

Shit balls.

There are so many good bands playing the Vans Warped Tour 2010 that deserve the recognition (Andrew WK, Automatic Loveletter, Pierce the Veil, The Rocket Summer). D:

In other news, who wants to come see Scary Kids Scaring Kids with me next, next Wednesday? That's the third of February. Tell meeeee.

And yes, I do realise this is a horrible post to follow the previous entry with. :[

Feeling: Sad
Listening to: Like Knives by City And Colour

I didn't even know you, but this is making me so fucking sad. :[

I don't like this part of life.

I hope you're safe where you are, D.W.

♥

A long, long time ago, I said there was something semi-important I'd tell you, and I guess it's about time I told you what it is.

I'm going to America to study a semester at the University of Pennsylvania!

Except that's old news because I've already been here for 4 days.

I'm so sneaky.

People keep saying the semester will fly by and I'm worried they may be right. :O

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