Chelle Shocked

One of the topics covered in the VP debate on Thursday was whose fault it was: American peoples’ for buying houses they can’t afford, or the government/realtors for tricking people into buying houses. Sarah Palin said it was the government/realtors’ for tricking people into buying houses, and Joe Biden somehow turned it into being John McCain’s fault. Well, readers, I think it’s quite obvious that it’s really the American peoples’ fault. I mean, I can understand how there would be some exceptions, such as when you go to buy a brand new house and the realtor tells you that she can get you all these discounts on this $400,000 amazing beautiful house so that it only costs $250,000 if you pay extra on your downpayment, and then when you go in 9 months later when you’re ready to pay for your house you find out that the realtor lied to you about the discounts and forged your signature on official papers and that the papers you signed were fake, and that she’d done the exact same thing to every person to whom she’d sold a house in the past 10 months, and stole the $15,000 downpayment on each house, left town in the middle of the night, changed her identity, and is still wanted by the police (Claudia, if you’re reading this, don’t think you’re safe! We’re gonna get you! And my mommy will get her $15,000 back!). Seriously though, why would you buy a house if you don’t have enough money to buy a house? Let’s use an example: If I want to buy a $400,000 house, and I can only afford a $100,000 house, why would I buy the $400,000 house? We were all taught simple subtraction in first grade. 400,000 – 100,000 = 300,000 = the number of dollars you do not have to spend on a house. If I went into a store, and the thing I wanted costed $10 but I only had $5, please explain to me how the cashier would somehow trick me into thinking that either my $5 bill was a $10 bill or that the label on the product that said $10 actually said $5. And even if you were stupid enough to think that you have more money than you really do, you should do your research and ask better questions, and then you wouldn’t have this problem. You’re going to sound slightly unintelligent when you go in and say “Oh, I didn’t know [xxxxx]…”. Well if you’d done better research, you would’ve known, isn’t that right, asshole? I hate when people try to blame other people for their lack of knowledge and common sense. YOU should know how much money you have and YOU should know how much your house will cost. It is nobody’s fault but yours if you disregard either of those things and buy a house you can’t afford. THAT’s why your house gets foreclosed upon and THAT’s why you’re working twelve shifts at McDonalds to support the 8 kids you had before you turned 20.

Mi mejor amiga, Pagina, is probably the most amazing person you will ever have the privilege to read about, and if you’re lucky, meet. This has long been known and she is and always has been a symbol of amazingness and a standard by which to follow if ever we want to improve our society (as if anyone could be as great as Paige), but it was once again reinforced after reading a piece of literary genius she recently wrote. I felt that this is so amazing and so completely represents the majority of our school (not sure about yours though) that I think it is necessary to post it here and try to get as much recognition of her wonderfulness as possible. Many people can probably relate to at least something if not every syllable she wrote, and if you haven’t, you’ve been living an extremely privileged life. That being said, here is the piece she wrote, titled “I understand that…, but…”:

“The following is yet another word from moi. I’ve notice once more that some people just can’t seem to have common sense and use it at the same time. I’ve decided to help all of you out by writing this note, so no one will think of your name as a synonym for idiocracy. No one will be tagged in this note because I’d rather not embarrass any of you, but at the same time, remember this does apply to you.

I Understand That You Don’t Always Have A Pencil, But Stop Asking for Mine

It is perfectly understandable to be lacking the necessities for education occasionally, but when you start consistently asking me if “[I] got sumthin 2 write with” (which furthermore makes me question you if you found something to write a note to me about it with) you can pretty much be prepared to get kicked in the throat. It’s not so much that I hate sharing (even though I do) but it’s just you who keeps asking. Plus, we’re only a month into school, so you should still be fresh on the school supplies.I Understand That You Want To Be Looked Upon as a Semi-Intelligent Person, But Saying “I’m Smart” is Almost If Not A Complete ContradictionI understand that you’d like to be considered smart (for once in your life) but since you’ve never been smart before, you haven’t the slightest clue of how to convince others of your intelligence [because after all, it's not enough for you to know you're smart, all others have to know or else your knowledge is voided]. So what’s the first thing you do? “Hey guys, I think I’ve just enriched myself by reading this lengthy but interesting literature selection!” No, instead it’s “AY YALL, i JUSS DID NUMBA 22 ON DAT MATH WORKSHEET!” [nevermind if you did it completley wrong] “WHAT NUMBA YALL ON? 22? i JUSS DID THAT ONE! A+B=B+A! AWW SHITZ!…” Not only does bouncing down the hallway yelling “I’M SMORT” (typo intended) imply that you can’t do the world any favors and won’t have a successful future (unless frycook at Wendy’s is sucessful for you) but it also tells me that you can’t even tip the intelligence scale at mediocrity.I Understand That You’d Like To Find A Witty And Creative Way To Express Your Feelings, But This Isn’t It I’ve been unfourtunate enough to encouter many statuses (whether they’re on Facebook or not) that say you’d know exactly what they’re feeling if you listen to such-and-such by so-and-so. All other idiocracy aside, I didn’t ask you what you’re feeling. I really don’t care. That’s almost as bad as when people ask you how your weekend was, but before you can answer they tell you about theirs. But anyway, I especially don’t care because I know whatever song you said listen to is a whiny, ohmigod, why me?, I’m being so mistreated, no one cares (that one may be true), you don’t know what it’s like to be me , I have it so bad even though everytime we go out I get 50+ dollars from my mom to buy some stuff at Hot Topic [where every wannabe emo/goth can pick up their pre-packaged emo/goth needs]* that looks horrible on me but I don’t care because even though I say how much I need that new overpriced black nailpolish that literally burns holes through plates, I’m more engaged in the novelty that comes from saying “I got my 3 for $5 thongs from Hot Topic” and then later, I throw a fit in the mall when my other friends who actually had to save up their money won’t buy me overpriced mozarella sticks even though I’m lactose intoloerant and after my friends were nice enough to buy me the food anyway, I ruin their mall trip by making them wait for me as I vomit. And even then, why would I want to know what it feels like to be you? I already know what it feels like to be you. I tried out being you once and I become so overwehlemed with all of my fake issues and wating to be deeper and mysterious that eventually, I created a self-collapsing vortex that swallowed me up and used its gravitational pull to spit me out into myself again.

I Undersatnd That You’d Like to Be Included, But Jumping in From Across the Room Is Not Working

We all desire acceptance from our peers, but being in every group conversation is beyond a little bit much. If I wanted your opinion, I’d be happy to ask you, We probably intentionally started talking away from you so that you wouldn’t jump in. The worst part about it is that you only hear pieces of our conversation, so you come over loud talking about something that you’re so informed about only to find out that not only have you mistaken our conversation topic, but we tell you the truth about what you think you knew so much about. So now, you’re not the most informed, you’re not informed at all, you’re the least informed out of the whole of us. THERE!

I Understand That Sharing An Inside Joke With Someone May Seem Cool To You, But Reapeating The Puchline Every 13 Minutes Is Wrong in Too Many Ways To Count

“Hey, remember ————?” Of Course I remember, how could I forget with you constantly reminding me? Not only that, you instantly wear out the funny by repeating it too many times. As if that isn’t bad enough, you go on facebook at retype the joke as your status and type “(insider)”. If the status is supposed to show people how you feel or what you’re doing, why do you find an inside joke that probably only you remember acceptable as a status?

*denotes phrase borrwed from previous conversation”

Now tell me, readers, was that not a simply marvelous piece of writing? Does it not represent your exact feelings toward this generation? Does it not put your every emotion into a fantastically well-written note that should be required reading for all middle and high schools?

I believe the point has been made. Paige > You.

Okay, some background information: Today a friend of mine told me about how when he was in the locker room, a boy asked him if he wanted to buy some drugs. My friend said no, and reported it to a teacher (nobody cares if “snitches get stitches”, assholes), and the teacher told him he had to get proof. So he tried recording the boy on his phone, the kid saw, and threatened him with a gun. Again, the teacher said that unless he had proof, there was nothing they could do. My friend then went to security, and after that to the principal and they all said the same thing.

So I believe that schools should take these things more seriously. They could at least search the kid’s locker (and I think they might; my friend is going to the administration to see what they can do). If somebody is threatened like that, the school should do everything in their power to look into it and see whether it’s legitimate and if further action should be taken. What if the school does nothing, and the same kid ends up killing somebody? Too late by then, isn’t it? And even if there was no threat involved, the fact still remains that drugs are being sold in school. I mean, a lot of kids will probably do drugs regardless and they’ll have to get them from somewhere, but I don’t have time for this bullshit drama when I go to school. I go there to learn and become educated, despite whatever everybody else may go for. If someone is doing illegal things in school and the security office doesn’t look into it, what the fuck is the point of having a security office? They’re not doing a very good job of… oh, I don’t know, keeping people secure? Why should my friend be in danger because of some shit they don’t even want to be involved in?

Honestly, schools need to get their shit together and start caring about the welfare of their students before someone ends up hurt or dead.

Stupid females. They spend all day complaining about how rap songs and videos are so derogatory, so disrespectful to them (“BOO HOO SOULJA BOY SAID GIRLS ARE BITCHES!”), but then when Trina releases a song that says “I got a ass so big like the sun/I hope you got a mile for a dick I wanna run/Slap it in my face, shove it down my throat/Where ya blunt at?/I can make this pussy smoke” all the same females are all “OH EM GEE I LUV DAT SONG!!!1one”. Honestly, these girls are so hypocritical.

Anyways. Then there’s all the critics who think people like Eminem shouldn’t be allowed to make music because of the content in their songs. Seriously? It’s a living, it’s a way to make money. Nobody’s forcing you to listen to their music. “OH BUT IT INSPIRES OUR KIDS TO GET GUNS AND BE HOOLIGANS!”… then maybe you should raise your kids better, teach them to think for themselves intead of following rap trends, and you wouldn’t have that problem. The rappers have their freedom of speach just like you have yours; they’re just expressing theirs more controversially. Again, if you don’t like it, don’t listen to it. They’re not forcing you or your kids to do anything.

“They say music can alter moods and talk to you/well can it load a gun up for you and cock it too?/Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude/Just tell the judge it was my fault/And I’LL get sued!” – Eminem.

I am really incredibly sick of everybody who dislikes somebody because of their race/age/religion/etc. I’m sick of all the bastards at my school who did Day of Silence this year, not because they knew or cared what it was about (which they didn’t), but because they wanted to be “in the group”, who only did it because other people were, without knowing what it was for. I’m sick of all the idiots who say “I’m fine with gays as long as those fags stay away from me”. And I’m so fucking sick of all the goddamn hate in this world.

Why can’t you people just accept others for who they are? What difference does their color make? What difference does their religion make? What difference does the size of their nose, the shape of their eyes make? Are you that insecure that you have to make yourself out to be better than someone else because of something stupid and irrelevant? You’re all idiots.

And another thing, why can’t people take responsibility for their own actions? You always have to blame it on someone else, when it wasn’t their fault. You’re only trying to make yourselves feel better. Prime example: I was reading an article yesterday about Larry King, a gay kid who was shot and killed at his school because he asked a boy to be his valentine. Now the parents are suing the school for letting Larry wear makeup; they felt it made him susceptible to abuse and the school should have stopped him. FUCK THAT! The school had no right to make him stop wearing makeup, so they didn’t. The parents, however, did have that right and they failed to act. If they thought it made him so susceptible, they should’ve made him take off his makeup. Now they’re trying to blame someone else for it. God, do you people never learn?

Title says it all. I feel so loved. Thanks, guys. Such an honor to be the world’s most loved person. =P

I would bother to write an actual article or something.. maybe about some kind of politics or what-not, but.. nahhh. So I print-screened a bunch of conversations I’ve had that show just how much everyone loves me. Here goes:

Special thanks to Steve (fullautorants.wordpress.com), Ikkalee (blondeintelligence.wordpress.com), Triss, Sarai (flickr.com/photos/wingsofahero), random CS girl, Blake, and the most awesome person in the whole world, Paige, for making this blog possible.

So, my grandparents are moving in with my family for a couple weeks until their plane leaves in October (they usually stay with my uncle in AZ during the winter and their apartment here in the summer, but they’re giving up their apartment and are just gonna stay with us for 3 weeks during the summer). Today was the day we had to move all their stuff in, and they’re moving in next week. My parents, my dad’s friend, my brother, and I were all up at 8 in the morning moving everything that was in my grandparents’ apartment down their stairs, into a truck, off the truck, into my house, and down the stairs. We moved everything (boxes, dressers, tables, chairs) except some food and an air mattress… I never knew such simple things like wood boards could be so heavy. Damn old people… having so much stuff! Now I know this blog was supposed to go someplace.. it DID have a point, but I forget what I where I was going with it. I can only remember that I want to go to sleep. So in that case, the moral of the story is don’t do drugs.