Ridiculous Music

Once upon a time, Hailes discovered that she needed to take a couple Humanities courses to finish up her associates degree. Upon perusing the list of said Humanities classes, she thought to herself, "Music Appreciation sounds like an easy A. I'll take that." And, one semester later, Hailes is studying for her final. She is rather upset about the music selections on aforementioned final. One of them is very scary. Another is made up entirely of people clapping, and she thinks this is a complete and utter joke.

Hailes does not like scary music, clapping music, music made up of backwards cat screeches, or Gregorian chanting. In reality, Hailes does not like her Music Appreciation class. But she tries.

Threnody for the Victims of Hiroshima (Krystoff Penderecki) is frightening. This is probably why it was used in "The Shining" and "Children of Men" Hailes does not like either of these scary movies.

Clapping Music by Steve Reich is annoying. Hailes does not enjoy this piece of music. It evokes no emotion from her. Probably because it sounds like calculus or some other terrible math equation.

Poeme Electronique by Edgar Varese took a ton of time and effort to create with the recording techniques and sound production Edgar Varese had back in the day. But, Hailes still hates it.

(My blog has just killed three birds with one stone: finishing ENG assignment, studying for Music Appreciation, and relieving me of my need to occasionally write in 3rd person. Have a lovely weekend everyone!)

Babybird - Unloveable

^Check this out. It's thought provoking and kind of the center of this blog.

So by now, I'm assuming you've watched the video. Pretty interesting? Yeah, I thought so too. I found it on my morning surfing in my 2nd hr and I thought to myself, "Hmm, that's directed by Johnny Depp. I think I'll check it out when I get home."

And so I did. (By the way, I nearly jumped out of my chair in the last 10 seconds or so of the video. Eek!) And then I decided, "Hey, I need new material for my blog. Bingooo." And so, this blog was born.

I think it's really interesting that it's directed by one of my favorite actors. That's some good press for a band that I've never heard of but I still checked out. Even more interesting, I learned it's based on a short story titled "An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge" by Ambrose Bierce. It was first published in 1890 (and the end still took me by surprise! That's literary ingenuity!)

I'd really like to get a copy of this short story and check it out. (Even though I know how it ends now.) Overall, thought provoking video, pretty cool song, and some ties to classic literature. Not bad, eh?

Earth Day with Mr. Steinbeck.

Dear Baby Jesus, could I please become the female version of Steinbeck when I grow up? Is that too much to ask?

I'm kidding. (But only a little bit.) In all seriousness, I really am in love with John Steinbeck. I just started reading "Travels with Charley" for my US History class, and it's pretty amazing. The man has mastered the English language. And I'm pretty sure he knows a fair bit of French and Latin according to his writings.

In honor of Earth Day, I'll share this little tidbit from Part 1.

"The mountains of things we throw aware are greater than the things we use. In this, if in no other way, we can see the reckless exuberance of our production and waste seems to be the index."

Steinbeck was not a hippie. He was an educated man that observed what was going on within our country, and expressed his concern for the future generations. He was a reasonable man.

I wish I could meet a reasonable person concerned about the environment. People always seem to be on the end of the two extremes - either they don't care, or they go about judging everyone for not recycling and wearing hemp. (Then ago, I've been in tiny LJ my entire life. This is not a very big pond, but I believe it's an honest description of the fish who live here.)

I don't know exactly where I stand on the environmental debate. I certainly don't want our oceans filled up with old water bottles, and yet I'm not willing to drive an hour to the nearest plastic recycling center to ease my guilt. Its quite a conundrum.

Well, this blog started as something and ended as something else entirely. I do believe now is the time to wrap it up. Quite simply, I love you John Steinbeck, and happy Earth Day :)

A Blog About Flowers

I think it's safe to say all girls like flowers in general. Personally, they usually drive my allergies nuts, but I appreciate their beauty. So, in honor of springtime, this blog will be about flowers, even though I am not the least bit horticulturally inclined. (In simpler terms, I have a black thumb. I get it from my mother. She killed Aloe Vera once. Thats supposed to be impossible.)

My abosolute favorite flowers on this planet would have to be tulips and lilies.

Gorgeous. And, they're both flowers that come from a bulb. I was always facisnated during the springtime at my grandmas house because her lilies would always appear out of nowhere. She explained the concept to me later, but I still think it's a bit magical.

Now, my absolute least liked flower: Roses. Of any color really.

They've always just seemed so terribly un-original to me! And they have thorns! What kind of message does send to prospective lovers?

Nevertheless, I'm pretty sure they are still the most popular flower in the world, and I really can't do anything to change that.

There is something I find more interesting than the delicate beauty of flowers themselves, and that is the victorian language of flowers.

Back in the day when relationships were subtle and private, lovers and friends sent flowers to each other to convey meanings. For example, a white rose means purity, a forget-me-not means rememberance, and so on and so forth.

Communicating with flowers is something so alien in our technology centered word. It required so much more thought and effort (& money!) than just sending somebody a text. Still, it's a facisnating movement.

Check it out if you're curious.

By the way, I just found out my prom corsage (made of mostly white carnations) means disdain. Romantic, huh? Now I'm seeing the cons of this system :P

Cats Are Disgusting Animals: Dead or Alive

It's not a secret to most of you that I absolutely loathe cats. You can't trust them. If you die alone in your house, they will eat you. It would be funny if it wasn't true. And, to add insult to injury, they're scary as H-E-double hockey sticks. They have huge teeth, claws, those slanty little eyes - I'm scared just writing about them.
Plus, I'm on the verge of deathly allergic to those little beasts. Seriously, I can't touch the things. Touching = eyes swelling shut + asthma attack = sick for 3 days.

Now to the "dead" part of the title. Guess what my Anatomy and Physiology class started this week? (If you guessed 'Dissecting cats!' then you are correct-omundo.)

Yep, it's as disgusting as it sounds. Thankfully, our cats are mostly skinned. Mostly meaning that they still have hair on their faces, hands, and feet. It looks very silly/frightening. My group's cat has a long, gray, matted, formaldehyde soaked mess hanging on it's extremities. Gross, I know.

Today was Day 1 of cat dissection for my group. We didn't even want to take it out of the bag, but low and behold, by the end of the class period we were "teasing" the fatty connective tissue off of its body with forceps and scissors. (By the way, forceps are just really oversized tweezers. And I'll never thinking of teasing as a term used to describe adding volume to hair ever again.)

This cat is my A&P final. I better start getting cozy with the little dead guy if I want to pass. Wish me luck! (And a stronger stomach!)

(Our cat, who has yet to be named, looks a bit like this. I'll keep you updated.)

Stress in a Prom Dress (& Thunderstorms)

Thankfully, my kind English teacher has released some of my restrictions on these blogs. Henceforth, they are now about whatever I feel like.

Thunderstorms: I just listened to the 3rd interrupting thunderstorm warning tonight. My little brother is very frustrated that his TV viewing is being interrupted, especially by the national weather service. I will be frustrated if this thunderstorm ends up being a nasty one and destroys all the blooms on my pretty flower tree that I plan to take prom pictures in front of on Saturday. Alas, prom is another subject entirely.

Thunderstorms. I have always loved thunderstorms. They're loud, exciting, and unpredictable. And they have often freed me from many a dull afternoon at work/softball practice. To me, they scream that summer is on its way here. Which in turn makes me restless and resent the fact that I'm stuck in a classroom with no windows all day, but I digress.

Prom, prom, prom. And stress. I'm convinced the two are related. Prom commitee is time consuming, which is frustrating because I have all these other items that require my attention, hence the stress. But in turn, my stress is amplifying my excitement for prom. A girl's just gotta have fun sometimes.

And I've decided, after prom, I'm going to organize my life. And quit procrastinating with all these huge projects I have due by the end of the school year. At least that's what I keep telling myself ;)

A Moody Blog: You've Been Forewarned

Daniel Merriweather - Red

Kiddoes, you really need to watch the video before you read this. It's kinda what this mess is going to be about.

It seems to have been a week full of relationship problems for the girls and I. (Definition of "The Girls" - basically the other wicked cool females that vent together in my womens fitness class after some good Habs butt kicking workout/nice yoga.) We've been having some ups and downs with our significant others, to say the least.

After a particularly messy two days with TP, I caught the end of this video on my way to school in the morning. And then it did one of those annoying stay-in-my-brain-all-day-long kinda things. So when I got home, I checked it out. It described my mood perfectly.

Sometimes, problems just come out of nowhere. With long distance, long days, minimal patience and hormones, we girlies often create this problems. (BUT, the boys are guilty of this too. Alas, thats a whole different blog.)

Somebody smart once said "every moment you spend upset you waste 60 seconds of happiness." It's true. As much as I wanted to just stew in my fuss for a few more hours, I made myself play nice and make up. Fights are just a part of relationships. (An important part of relationships, at that.) You have to get through them and learn something.

So, what have I learned? I don't know quite how to put it, but it's somewhere along the lines of forgive and forget. And of course, I will take this little lesson back to the girls and share it while we're doing crunches for the 548th time :)

{By the way, I absolutely have to stick some video commentary on the bottom of this post. That earring is making me flashback to the 90's. Its a bit douchey. And somebody needs to get that girl a sandwich, ASAP! The poor thing is practically emaciated!}

Oh, temptation...

Imagine this...

It's a few days before Easter, and all through the house your mother has stashed various deserts that only the two of you know the whereabouts. Lets say these deserts were extremely delicious. For example, homemade chocolate cake, apple pie, key lime pie, ice cream... Need I go on?

But, what if this wasn't a figment of your imagination?

Girls, this is my house. Right now. And it is absolutely killing my will-power/prom diet.

I blame Easter. Curse you, holiday of scrumptious sweets and zombie Jesus. It knows I love candy. This holiday is hiding under a well respected religious facade, all the while exploiting my weaknesses. At least the easter bunny "forgot" where I live this year so I won't have a basket filled with miniature treats to further distract me.

Whyyy Easter? Why doth thou tempt me so?

(Please take none of this seriously. They are the derranged rantings of a low-blood sugar lunatic.)

Funny boyfriends

Check out this hilarious twitter (Warning, not for the easily offended. It's a wee bit brash.)

I don't know if you all will think this is funny, but I laugh everytime I go check it out. The story behind these tweets:

A nice American gossip blogger met a nice Frenchman in New York City. Long story short, they fell in love. The only problem? The language barrier.

I can understand this one. American English is a ridiculously confusing language if you're not a native speaker. (I really started to notice this when I started learning Spanish this year.) So many figures of speech, idiom phrases, and three variations with three different meanings of the word "there."

I'm sorry non-natives. You should have picked an easier second language - like Spanish.

All kidding aside, this twitter feed cracks me up. Yes, it's a little vulgar at times, but we're big boys and girls - I think we can handle it. These quotes are prime examples of what a tough time people who speak English as a second language have with slang.

I'll leave you with this silly quote, from aforementioned American blogger's French boyfriend.

Babies are fat because they can't walk. Then they learn to walk, and they get less fat. Sometimes.

Why I love technology...

... in school, that is.

For example: right now I'm in my second hour Anatomy class. (Don't worry, Mr. Ludwig's not here. And the sub's doing an excellent job of babysitting us.) But, thats not really the point. I have my own little laptop everyday in class, because everything is so centered on technology. It really comes in handy for taking notes, doing virtual labs, and checking out the news.

(Not to mention facebook and gossip blogs. Hehe)

We even take our tests online! (Which our whole class thoroughly enjoys, on account of the lack of hand cramps.)

I think laptops in the classroom are a great addition to the high school experience. Yes, at times it can be tempting to focus on our instructor instead of the always interesting social networking, but I think it teaches us a lesson in self-control. Eventually, we're going to have this technology dilemma again - when we enter the workplace. So, we might as well learn sooner rather than later.

Thats my piece this morning :)

My Obsession With Really Old Pictures - Part 2

Guess who?!

(It's me. Imagine that)

Any guesses for this little guy?

(That would be the baby brother. Good thing he can't see this or he might kill me. Hehe)

Now this is a tough one. (It happens to be my mother. She was pretty cute.)

^ That's my grandma. It's one of her only two baby pictures ever. And it happens to be over 80 years old.

This happy guy is my grandpa. He's about three in this one. Our family thinks it's the first picture taken of him. (Fellow classmates, check out the dust bowl. It doesn't look like any fun.)

Now, here's my point:

When I discovered that my grandparents had 3 (THREE!) baby pictures between the two of them, it kind of blew my mind. Babies born today have at least three pictures taken on their first day on the planet! (All thanks due to cheap digital photography.)

But, back in the late 1920's, pictures were a luxury. You had them taken on a sporadic basis, and only if you had money. Plus, there had to be a photographer in your area. In the case of my grandpa, he lived on a farm near Kim, CO, which was extremely rural. (That fact, added with his lower-middle class status, explains why he only has one picture to represent the first years of his lfe.)

It's definately a culture shock for us twenty-first century types.

Strange New Liking for Bach?

Check out this crazy man on an organ.

(And I mean organ like the instrument. The guy's not hopping up and down on a kidney or something of that sort. Because that would be ridiculous :P )

A little backstory on this crazy clip. I have a Music Appreciation class at the college every Tuesday night. (It's three hours of my life I'd rather spend elsewhere, but that's an entirely different story.) So far, we have studied music from the begining of recorded time to the Classical period. That little gem by Johann Sebastion Bach is from the Baroque period, and I've strangely become facisnated with it.

My relationship with this song (Fugue in G minor, if you were wondering) started out rocky. I was being forced to study it so I would be able to recognize it on the test. (And if you know me, I really despise being forced to do anything. I generally whine. A lot.) Slowly, our relationship grew from "I don't hate it but I'm not enjoying it" to "I must watch it performed on youtube for the seventh time."

Weird, I know. I'm continually enthralled by this crazy man and his amazing skill. So, I figured I'd share it with you. Because I think its really interesting. But that might just be the gigantic nerd in me talking.

Those Sneaky Disney Flicks

Very Good Advice

I love re-watching old Disney movies. (And not only because I understand all the amusing innuendos now.) There are some very adult themes hiding in an old Disney movie. (I say old because some of the more recent ones have been fluffy rubbish.)

Peter Pan deals with the tough concept of being okay with growing up, something I"m sure all of us struggled with at one time or another. Sleeping Beauty is more than just about true love, it focuses on family and making sacrificies. I think Alice in Wonderland may be one of the most poignant films ever made for children. Look at this quote from the clip:

Alice: Well, when I was lost, I suppose it's good advice to stay where you are until someone finds you. But who'd ever think to look for me here?

[sigh]
Alice: Good advice. If I listened earlier, I wouldn't be here. But that's just the trouble with me. I give myself very good advice, but I very seldom follow it.

I find myself having the same problems as Alice occaisonally. I'm a girl with a good head on my shoulders, and still I find myself doing some stupid things every once in awhile. But, I'm sure it's all just part of the process of growing up and learning from one's mistakes.

We all just have to figure it out for ourselves :)

Anybody else like Legos? Hehe

Lego Jesus

Adam and Eve Legos

 X-Men Legos

(This is for you Mrs. Smith) - Lego Hamlet

Serious question classmates: Who doesn't love Legos?

These adorable little blocks bring joy and nuture creativity for millions of kids today. (Remember when we were those little kids? Aww.) And, as these pictures show, Lego's aren't neccessarily for kids anymore.

How cool are these scenes?! (Google Lego scenes if you want to see some more)

Thank you Danish people! Some cool facts:
1. The Legos we know and love were first created in 1949
2. Lego blocks from 1958 will fit together with any blocks made today
3. Lego is the combination of two Danish words leg godt - which means "lets play" (Those Danish people are smart!)

So, I just figured I'd fill you all in the weird stuff about Legos. Because I love me some Legos :D

(And, to all of you who have never experienced the joy of Lego's - I'm sorry. My Lego's were hand-me-downs from my brothers. And probably the only decent ones I ever recieved.)

Coincidence

Yesterday as I was slaving away on a powerpoint about movies in the 1920s, I came across an interesting tibdit of information that relates to our focus on the contemporaries of William Faulkner.

There is a term for the American literary notables during this time: the Lost Generation. They were given this nickname because they were often cynical and disallusioned about life after World War I. Famous members included Ernest Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald, and Gertrude Stein. (Keep in mind English class, we studied all of these people, so they should sound familiar.)

Now, thats not neccessarily the interesting part. We are considered a lost generation of our own. The term now has a generic use for anyone disproportionally affected by an economic shock. The period from 2007-2010 is considered an economic shock, just like the period after WWI.

It's interesting to think about. Here's more food for thought.

A Short History of Nail Polish. Which I Find Very Amusing.

As I was in the shower this evening, a thought came to me. (By the way, don't you love how that works?) Anyway, I happened to gaze down at my fingers, notice that my nails were much too long, and then start chipping away at my polish.
And then, quite suddenly, the big thought came to me:

Where did nail polish come from?

So, I took my frantic curiousity to wikipedia. And the nice folks there set me straight.

Apparantly, some sort of nail dye has been around forever. The Chinese, Ancient Egyptians, and even Incas all painted their nails. Here's a fun fact; apparantly Queen Nerfertiti had her finger and toe nails dyed a deep ruby red. In most ancient cultures, a deep red jewel tone was reserved for the royals. Everyone else had to use lighter and more pastel tones.

That little tidbit is quite a boost to my ego, seeing as my toe nails are painted fire-engine-red at the moment.

So there it is, a short history of nail polish. Those of you who are ridiculously curious will find this silly and interesting. The rest of you will just think I'm weird :)

By the way, I hate when this happens

Essay Update...Plus Inspiration!

So, I decided on a topic! (My grandma won. We'll pretend it was a close race.) I just finished the rough draft a bit ago, and I'm pretty pleased with it. Minus the fact that it needs some major organizational help.

Plus, its centered around a table. Which may come across as brilliant and interesting or just plain random and confusing. I'm crossing my fingers for brilliant.

That bit of background brings me to the actual topic of this blog. It's one of those magical "teach you an actual lesson" kind of stories, and I'm really exctied to share it with you. (By the way classmates, if you had first or second grade with me then you might remember this grandma. She used to come and read to us.)


My grandma has always been a teacher. (As a matter of fact, she was my pre-school in its entirety. And I could read before kindegarten so that tells you something about her skills. Hehe) During the last years of her actual teaching career, her rhuematoid arthritis was getting nearly unbearable. I remember her telling me she would go in everyday at least an hour in advance to put her lessons on the board. Because writing was so painful, she went very slowly. At her lunch break, she would go and get her lunch, then bring it back to her room. She said she quit eating with the teachers because she was so depressed. My grandma would eat, then simply sit at her desk and cry because she knew she would have to stop teaching so much sooner than she wanted to.
Eventually, my grandma retired from teaching after 32 years. She says her red-headed and stubborn nature is what caused her to keep teaching those last two years. The rest of the family has always attributed it to her true passion for teaching.

Thats the story that taught me an extremely important lesson: never stop doing what you love. My grandma has always been a teacher. She never actually "retired" in my book. :)

(She didn't know I was taking this picture. It's one of my favorites.)

Multi-tasking

(I'm trying to kill two birds with one stone here: blog and pre-write for an upcoming essay at the same time.)

So, some background on this assingment. I need to write a brilliant observational essay focused on something in my community. I have absolutely no idea what I want to write about. And it's due Friday. I've definately got some work to do here.

First things first, I'm going to Wikipedia to look at the article on my town. Perhaps that will give me a tantilizing tidbit of information to focus this essay on.

Oh wow. That article nearly put me to sleep. On to google....

Well, the internet has given me nothing. I slept on it, and I've decided I need to write about something I've observed thats a little closer to home. So far the choices are between my grandma, my monster-in-law, and my little brother.

Its going to be a toughie. Wish me luck :)

Oh, and by the way, heres your funny :)

Poetry for a Lonely Evening

Conclusion


Neither quarrls,
nor miles,
can wash away love.
It has been deeply thought,
tested,
checked.
Solemnly raising index-lined verse,
I swear-
I love
immutably, truly!

Vladimir Mayakovsky (1922)
 
Spending the majority of your evening alone gives one time to think. This Friday, I'm thinking about my corndog boyfriend. (He's working this weekend, and therefore not coming to see me. So he's on the brain more than usual.)
 
I really like this poem. It's short, sweet, and to the point. (Just how this blog is going to turn out. Well, hopefully.) It is romantic, positive, and it definately applies to long term relationships. And I'm not just talking cheesey boyfriend/girlfriend stuff. This piece is versatile, and could defiantely be used to express love for families and close friends.
 
Overal, I think it's a message we should remember. Neither distance, arguments, or time can wash away a true love. And that is very inspiring to me. :)
 
 
P.S. If you hate sappy stories, stop reading here. If you're curious as to the reason why this poem means so much to me, read on. :) I've had it read aloud to me in both English and Russian. It was pretty adorable if I do say so myself.

Food for thought?

Let's harvest the organs of death row inmates.

(By the way, watching that video is key to the understanding of the rest of this blog)

Well, while I was out searching for inspiration, I found that video. Now, it's not exactly funny or inspiring, but it is thought provoking. I'm really excited to see some opinions about it.

As for my opinion, I'm a fan of capital punishment. It's a value my parents and grandparents instilled in me very early on. "Every action has an equal and opposite reaction" said some very smart scientist who's name is slipping my mind right now. (Newton?)

The American justice system works decently. If you commit a crime, and are without a doubt convicted by a jury of your peers, you will go to jail. The severity of your crime dictates your time there, and whether or not you will ever make it out alive. (Don't get me started on how much money good American citizens pay in taxes to keep all the bad guys out of society. That is an entirely different blog.)

As this video suggests, it could be possible for death row innmates to save people with their organs. Imagine that. The idea had never crossed my mind. It's not half bad.

It's something to ponder. And, my apologies for this blog being completely un-funny and un-inspiring. I promise I'll make it up to you. I just really felt the urge to share this train of thought with you, my intelligent readers.

XOhailes

Words From the Blue Man

No life is a waste," the Blue Man said. "The only time we waste is the time we spend thinking we are alone."From "The Five People You Meet In Heaven" by Mitch Albom.
Let me tell you the story behind the beautiful quote. (You don't know how bad I wish I had actually written that!)
 
Some time last year, I stumbled across a teensie weensie book with a ferris wheel on the cover. I picked it up, read the title, and I was intrigued. So, instead of doing classwork for the rest of the day, I read that book. It sucked me in. It consumed me. No, I devoured it.
 
That afternoon, I had tears in my eyes. I had finished the book, and mysteriously recieved a new outlook on life and the connections we form with people. Like any moody teenager, I felt like I had accomplished nothing. At that time, I remember thinking something along the lines of "15 years on the planet, and nothing to show for it." That book showed me that maybe, just maybe, I had affected someone for the better and was completely unaware of it.
 
After further research, I discovered the author had written to book to show people (like little 15 year old me) that even though they felt unimportant, they would eventually realized how much they mattered and were loved.
 
We should shout that mantra from the rooftops.
 
(I don't know about you, but I'm feeling very uplifted and inspired at the moment. Mission accomplished!)
 
Until tomorrow - XOhailes

A spoonful of sugar for this evening?

"In ev'ry job that must be done
There is an element of fun
You find the fun and snap!
The job's a game" - Mary Poppins

(If you have any song from Mary Poppins stuck in your head right now, my job here is nearly done. Hah)

I put that lyric at the start of this blog because, sadly, it's begining to feel like a bit of a chore. BUT, listening to some vintage Disney gave me some inspiration. It reminded me of my love for all things vintage, which I am going to share with you. (And, hopefully, share some of this inspiration!)

The sheer fact that I have the Mary Poppins soundtrack on my iTunes should be a dead giveaway about my obsession with old music. (My library spans roughly 70 years. Not to brag or anything.) My passion for all things old extends to movies, art, people, and photographs. Which brings me to my next point. . .

I have found the most wicked awesome collection of old pictures EVER. Its from another blog, entitled "My Parent's Were Awesome." The contents of this blog are photos that span nearly a century, submitted by the child of a person or couple shown in the photo. It's mesmerizing.

There are happy couples, silly candids, and formal portraits; all showing someones parents just generally being awesome. Want the link? Here it is.

Go check it out. I'll wait.

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Don't feel guilty if you've just spent half an hour looking at pictures of random strangers. It happens to me all the time :) Pretty sweet, eh? Leave me some comments if you like it.

And now ladies and gents, I bid you farewell. Until we meet again. . .

XOhailes

Silly Something for Today

Look at this!
Barbie Dolls Dressed As Lady Gaga

Oh goodness, that was very entertaining for me. Why, you might ask?

Well, I happen to be a decent sized Lady Gaga fan. Her crazy antics fascinate me. Plus, she can sing the crap out of her stuff live. (I'm considering posting you a video of vintage Gaga, aka Stephani Germanotta, to proove my point.)

I get fiesty when people throw around phrases like "That's auto-tone singing, not her" and "I think she's a tranny." I have no patience for this. Sometimes, I snap. And drag said offenders to the nearest internet enable device to show them a different side of her.

Perhaps thats todays message, the fact that there is more than one side to everyone. People can be like onions, or peaches, or other foods with varying texture. People can even be like Lady Gaga; weird on the outside, sincere on the inside.

And, I'll leave you with the video I've been making references to for a good chunk of this blog. Enjoy!
Vintage Gaga

El Introduccion

^(aka the introduction, if anyones wondering. I'm practicing my newly acquired bits of Spanish)

Hello, person reading this. Either you are reading this by accident, or you are one of my English classmates required to read this. Nevertheless, hello hello. :)

The purpose of this blog is to entertain and inspire (as well as make my English grade happy.) Not exactly hard hitting journalism, but I'm aiming to simply spread some sunshine. I'll be posting funny things as well as other things I find that I feel the need to share. (All educated and refined things, mind you. Heh.)

I'll also be analyzing why I think aforementioned items are giggle worthy and/or interesting.

Basically, it'll be a fun blog. {Which, (compared to my previously cynical fusspot blogs) will be a refreshing change of pace.}

I'll leave you with this little gem

http://www.break.com/pictures/chubby-baby635565.html

XO-Hailes