thinking for yourself.

I can't stand people who incapable of forming their own opinions.

Whenever I have a conversation with someone like that, I get this overwhelming sense that I'm talking to myself.

Me: Do you watch The Office?
Human: Yeah! 
Me: You know the new guy? Will Ferell? I don't think he'll be as good as Steve Carell.
Human: I agree totally!

30 minutes later: 
Another Human: My god, I LOVE the new guy on The Office!
Human: I know right? Isn't he awesome?
Me: o.O

Please have your own ideas on things.
Going with the general opinion doesn't make you seem informed. It makes you look like a follower who doesn't know any better.

I would rather have talk to a person who has radically different views than me, than someone who agrees with everything I say.
It gets tedious after a while. 

teen romance novels.

Girl falls in love with Boy.
Girl is extremely average with dumb problems and low self esteem, so the book appeals to the female teenage crowd.
Boy is preferably a supernatural monster.
However, Boy is still sexy despite being a freak of nature.

Boy goes through some deep internal conflict and ends up falling in love with Girl.
But before anything serious happens, another boy falls in love with Girl.
Boy goes crazy with jealousy.

Stuff happens, several people die, and revelations are made.
Boy and Girl chase after each other a lot.
The hearts of the teenage girls melt.

But don't worry!
Everything is okay.
For in the end, Boy and Girl fall in love and get married and live happily ever after.
They have lots of mutated monster-baby kids together.

today is the day i was born.

Today's my birthday.
It's nice to know that I've gotten 365 days older. [:
I would tell you my exact age, but due to my unmatchable sense of paranoia, I won't.
Because you can never be sure if someone's just reading this blog to get my Social Security Number.

I got a bunch of food.
My friend Katrina gave me some cookies.
And Alison made me these great cupcakes.

 

The white one on the right is supposed to say "winning!". (Do I need to explain?)

The one directly below that was made to look like ramen in a pot. 

Since we both agree that making ramen in a pot is superior to preparing it in a microwave.  

Aren't those the coolest things ever?

I think so.

Life is good.

adios bin laden.

Today in history, we talked about Osama Bin Laden's death.
Which eventually morphed into a discussion about humanity, with most of the people trying to extend our conversation for the duration of the entire class period.
Our air-head of a teacher realized what was going on (half an hour later) and finally led us back into the topic of the Civil War.

I'm not sure how I feel about his death.
I'm certainly happy that he's gone and won't go around bombing any more civilians. But seeing all these celebrations about him dying just feels so incredibly wrong.

You shouldn't have a party because someone died.

I guess I'm too young to really understand what is truly right and wrong.
At this moment, him dying feels right, after the horrible things he did to thousands of people.
But the celebrations feel wrong.

I think I still need some time to think this over.

my dork moment.

I found this picture on the internet. And I thoroughly enjoyed it.  

Pokemon drawn on eggs?
I really don't think it gets any better than that.

fame, doin' it for the fame.

When I die, I want to know that I'll be remembered.
In a good way though.
Not in an evil dictator way.

But wouldn't that be awful? Knowing that the next few generations are going to burn pictures of you even after you're gone.
That's a morbid thought.
Let's move on.

Fame was never something that really appealed to me.
I never could see what was so attractive about paparazzi creating stories about who you're dating, what sandwich you like to eat and the type of toilet paper you prefer.
And when you make a mistake, BAM, your career's over.
Actually, you don't even have to make a mistake to ruin everything.
It could be something as simple as a smile to your boss, which would cause headlines about how you're seducing him to work your way up the food chain.

I think that's so twisted.
And I never want to get involved with that.

I want to live a happy life, do something important, and then die surrounded by the people I love.
And people would remember me, but not in a Ghandi or Martin Luther King Jr way.
But where my name jogs their memory, and they can vaguely remember how I did something really important.
Like saving a species of pygmy elephants or something.

** Not sure if you've noticed, but the post title was from GaGa's song The Fame. Heh.

we need more nice people in the world.

It makes me so happy whenever strangers smile at me.
Not a creepy I-watch-you-sleep-at-night smile, but at genuine one, like they really care about you.

I think that's amazing.

I was having a really bad day today.
And as I was walking home, the mailman waved and said hi to me.
That simple little thing made me so happy and gave me the courage to continue on with a positive attitude.

So now, whenever I can, I'm going to smile at strangers.
In an attempt to brighten their day too.