"I do believe in faeries, I DO, I DO!"

Hey peeps. yes. it is the eve of my 17th birthday. and no. i'm not anxiously awaiting 12:12 tonight to come. I can't believe that in only a year and a day(ish), i will be 18. 18. that magical age where everything becomes not fun and you have "responsibilities" thrust onto you and you can't believe in faeries anymore cause its not "adult". I can't imagine how i'm going to be able to deal with no more "fun". i mean, obviously, my definition of "fun" will change... but.. i feel like all the adults i know are so.. cynical. I really really hope i never NEVER am like that. future me, please, PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING AMAZING, please.. never forget your innocence, for without it, where would anyone ever be. Without some sense of innocence, you can't be creative. and if you're not creative, i will personally go into a time machine and kill you myself. thanks for listening. And faeries exist. just sayin'.

“Too many people grow up. That's the real trouble with the world, too many people grow up. They forget.” -Walt Disney

Angels and Demons

Why is it that teachers, especially ENGLISH teachers, always feel the need to ruin good literature. I mean really! Here I was, thinking we'd ACTUALLY have a good unit on poetry, BUT NO. We have to write thematic statements on the 37 poems we have to read. Thanks a lot. You have ruined them for me. Why must the teachers, who are supposed to be teaching us the very thing they love, turn it against us with their powers of over-analyzation (who knew that wasn't a word...) and their ability to put teenagers to sleep with one word from their gaping maws, while simultaneously ripping the meaning out of these poor, harmless poems? Did they ever do anything to you? I don't think so Ms. C. I don't think so.
What else are we, the students (at least the non-annoying, normal ones..), supposed to do but go at you shrieking, swords of heaven blazing, jumping up to defend the honor of the poor souls who have encountered an english teacher and lived to tell the tale? These small poems are the vestiges of their authors' former literary genius (from before they were corrupted by "education"). To arms, my paragons! Let us not stand by, turning our heads away from this demonry! We shall prevail against Our enemies! We shall cut in pieces the cords of the wicked and triumph glitteringly!

p.s. Ms. C-we all know you're like that old lady in that one movie. You know. The one that looks harmless but turns into a bat thing and jumps all over the walls and kills that guy? yeah. that's you.

To All Non-Pet Owners

Woah...

I've always wanted to be write something like this...

It's Magic!

How to Clear a Blocked Nose:
Did you know your body has a natural mechanism for clearing your nose?

Push your tongue against the top of your mouth and place a finger between your eyebrows and apply pressure. Hold it for about 20 seconds and your sinuses will begin to drain.

Got Awkward?

Today, at hockey, a man called out my name, and I had no idea who he was. He talked to me for a lil bit, and during the whole conversation i was praying i wouldn't have to say his name, because i had no idea what it was, even thought he seemed vaguely familiar. So i figured i'd do a post about an awkward moment in my life. These moments are definitely NOT few and far between.. in fact quite the opposite.. but i've learned to just roll with them, because if i can't, i would be a shriveled hermit caged in my room for fear that i was going to be embarrassed again. (i just noticed embarrassed is like bare assed.. which makes total sense actually!) So people, listen up. Most people are too self absorbed to notice much about anyone else, so, the point of this whole post is to encourage self realization. And when i say self realization, i mean the realization that your self is not perfect, and its perfect that way.


Poetry:-Poems about Life and various events of Life
By Palas Kumar Ray

Awkward moments.

I forgot you and also what I actually told
I felt uneasy as you went on saying’ Behold!
A few words from you these are
I've kept them as my precious treasure
I've saved them from time's cruel seizure.'

Memories drizzled while eyes blurred.
I blushed in shame and felt awkward.
Searching your name in vain till last
which I lost somewhere in my past
'You are, You are…’ I mused clearing dust

Bring it on, Aliens!!

Okay. JUST to prove one of my friends wrong, I'm going to do the unthinkable and post twice in a day :) SO! I found this on a website that I absolutely adore and think is hilarious. I figured it would do for today.