The Biebs

Well, I think we all know where this post is coming from.

Exhibit A:

The "lovely" Justin Bieber.
I cannot stand this kid.
I mean, this is just the straw that broke the camels back for me.
People are saying, "He's just a nineteen year old; he's just spending his money."
Now, I'll act like you have a valid argument for the sake of argument, but you don't.
$75000 in ones to tip the stripper's? I mean I don't have that much money but since I'm a 19 year old kid should I be going to the Lumber Yard?...
I don't know, maybe.
No one, NO ONE, should be making excuses for this tool bag. He used to be a role model for kids... now he's the epitome of what we don't want kids to be.

But below, I have concocted a list of why the biebs has gone off the deep end. Enjoy.

1. He's trying to prove that he's an adult because he still looks like he's 13.

2. He's trying to prove his manliness...because he looks a lot like a masculine woman.

3. He thought maybe the jail food might bulk him up a little bit.

4. He's listened to the song "23" a few too many times.

5. He was looking for a Valentine. 

6. This is the precursor of his coming out as a woman actually. Number 2 may have been correct.

7. He didn't know any other way to see inside a prison to check out the life of a prison guard. (Considering he told a paparazzi she didn't have a real job...but you know, he does obviously...?)

No photo found...sorry.

8. Now, in regards to the drag racing, he wasn't. He had pooped and needed his diaper changed.

9. He's trying to pull a Britney...But he's just failing. Britney had mental issues that made her dangerous to her self. Not douche bag syndrome that made her dangerous to society.

Here is an article on said number:

http://www.huffingtonpost.ca/joshua-ostroff/justin-bieber-arrested-dui_b_4651704.html

10. Or he's just a spoiled little brat who thinks he's entitled to everything. Why can't Justin Bieber just go away? Your music sucks, you're never gonna hit puberty, you're a criminal, and just a little punk. Do not stand up for this fool.

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Happy Friday.

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Exes for The Restes.

Exes are literally probably the worst thing that ever happened to the world.
They make dating seem like the biggest no no of life.
At one point you just loved each other, couldn't get enough of each other, and now...you literally want to kill each other.
I have many charming, kind boys I used to talk to...oh wait...
Most of the guys I talked to turned into complete... you know whats.

Here is a charming photo of a text I received from an ex...

Precious, I know...A real class act.

Now don't get me wrong...girls can be just as demonic. I'm a girl I've said some really nasty things to a guy after we quit talking...I know how it goes. 

After you quit talking, you do the mature thing. Start avoiding everything and everywhere your ex might show up. Because God knows you two can't be in the same vicinity. 

The next step after you break something off is to delete and block your ex off every social media site there is...and that is getting to be really hard because there's so many. 

And if you just can't bring yourself to do it on your own, here's a gift from me to you.

And while you're at it, if your ex happens to have gotten a new girlfriend or six, make sure to block all of them too. You do not want these rando girls having dirt on you.

And if you don't follow these steps, we all know what you'll be doing at least once an hour of day light time...and probably at three in the morning. Creeping. Don't be that person.

You also start to expect that everyone you know hates your ex and your ex's entourage. I mean, if they really love you, they'll hate them, right?

Now even if you guys never speak, it still may be World War III if you two ever do run into each other. A lot of name calling, and then calling to your mom to cry. It's just how it goes.

And eventually, hopefully, there might come a day that when he calls you a blanking blanking blank, you feel nothing. "Have fun with your new girlfriend." I'm sure you'll be just as kind to her when you guys break up...

And exes/ex flings...they really suck. But I promise you, you'll find someone (or something...like a cat) that will love you for eternity. I promise.

Happy Friday. (:

Side note: I want to apologize for anyone who tried to look at this last night. I posted it and then it deleted itself. Technology, I tell ya...

Bullies are Just Really Hurting Inside.

I decided to write this because I am being bullied yet again.
It's just a pathetic guy who is so full of himself, but it still hurts to an extent.

Bullies are going to be in our lives forever.
There will always be someone who is hurting so bad inside they feel the need to try and make you feel bad too.
They feel the need to bring you down to their level; critique you on everything you do, every decision you make. Make fun of the people you know and care about.

Guy bullies are the worse. Especially at this age. To girls.
Like do you have no self decency or worth to have some class?
They are like high school girls. I was sitting with this kid that is bullying me at lunch the other day and every person who passed, he had something to say.
"You see that girl, she's so big. Big girl."
"What color was he, black? Was he black?"
Racist, sexist, acting like he's some hot shot. well...

And the people that laugh and go along with it...you're just as bad. We should not encourage bullies. Ever. Guys may do it to seem just as macho, and girls may do it to fit in with the "cool girls."

Those rude comments that you throw out and then say just kidding, that's bullying.
"You're annoying."
"What are you wearing?"
"You sound stupid."
"You're ugly."

And people who read this who think I'm being mean, I'm just sticking up for myself and all who were bullied.

I've been bullied about nearly everything. Me being "too skinny", too pale, who I've talked to, cyber harassed, a fake email made about me at another school (that I still think about taking legal action about), girl bullying, my dad being an alcoholic...I've ran the gamut of it.

And I admit, I used to be a bully and say mean things. But now in my life, I really try to make the most conscious effort to not ever bully or talk bad about people.

It's a major reason I wish to become a high school teacher...to be there for kids. I still have my days where it's too much for me, but I know I can be a light for kids in the situation.

You Can't Sit With Us

So, here I am just sitting on my couch in my cupcake pajamas, and something actually popped into my head.
I started thinking about the girls at ISU.
There's many categories, and honestly, I don't think I fit into any of them.
My mom told me not to offend anyone with these, I mean, I don't think this is necessarily offensive. It's just the truth.

So...to me at Iowa State, the categories of girls are: the granolas, the sorority girls, the athletes/spirt squad/etc, the crazies, the thirsties, the "yolos" ...the list could go on forever.

I just wrote about every single one, but decided to delete it, and just focus on the thirsties.

These girls...#icant. They are so stuck up. They are trying to claw their way to the top of the Iowa State "popularity" ladder. They think they are the prettiest, funniest, coolest, etc etc.

These girls are after an athlete or frat boy. Particularly the basketball players right now. I don't know if they think people don't notice or... If you throw yourself at a guy, he's not going to want you. Too easy of a conquest.

Anyone who is not their friend, in their sorority, parties with them, is not cool enough for them. They will look down upon you. You are not cool enough for them. After they got to college and realized how "cool" they were, they probably deleted you off Facebook and unfollowed you on Twitter. Because you're a peasant.

A lot of these girls are in sororities. They think they rule the campus. (Sorority friends, I love you. This part isn't about you.)
They also think they're really fashionable when they're just wearing what all us white girls are wearing: vest, leggings, boots, scarf... yeah, we all dress the same.

I just don't think these girls realize they're still living in HIGH SCHOOL. College is about meeting new, different kinds of people. But these girls are too focused on being "cool." Their "image." From the outside, the only image you're portraying is of a snot. A snob. Immature. Most guys at Iowa State have moved on from this...except the frat boys, of course. Frat boys are kind of the equivalent to high school girls...very rude. Only like sorority girls...that's fine. You girls can have them.

I'm still finding my niche at Iowa State. I have a few close friends, but that's about it. College is rough, because you think everyone will want the same thing as you. You think everyone will have grown up a little bit and see people for who they are. Not what they look like, what parties they're going to, what they're wearing, etc. But some people just can't do that...and they never will. These are the girls who want to be a Real Housewife someday.

Some of us are just a little bit more in touch with reality and trying to find true friends. Friends based on content and not appearance.

Also, I realize this is colleges everywhere. Not just Iowa State! And some of these girls might be really nice...but I just haven't seen it. This post isn't about anyone in particular. Just girls I see at Iowa State. A lot of my very good friends are in sororities, so nothing against them.  If you're easily offended, sorry. But maybe you shouldn't be like these girls then...

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"Am I A Hipster Yet?..."

So today, I was stuck between writing about high school and this...

but high school is a whole other can of worms. Oh gosh, it sucked.

SO the topic of the day (my goal of the year is to write a post EVERY SINGLE DAY) is...

"those people who think they're too overtly cool and hip for the rest of the world."

I don't really know if that technically is "hipster", no, it's not. Because it could go for any "stereotype", there is always that person who is so much cooler than you... in their minds anyways. 

We ALL know one of these people...they knew about everything before us, said a word before everyone else in your town, they totally wore that style before it was in Vogue.

Here's a classic one: "Oh, I hate that band now. Everyone went totally band wagon and started listening  to them. I knew about them before everyone else. It's so annoying."

No no no, right now, you are. Gosh forbid someone likes the same music as you. It's a travesty! Because it is hurting you so much that someone knows about the same band as you... I guess I'm missing the issue here. Personally if I like a band, I want everyone to share that love. "Love should multiplied, not divided." (Sister Wives reference...anyone?)

And then there's the, "Oh my gosh, she's totally copying my outfit. She wants to be me."

Now, I'll admit it, I suffered this syndrome in high school. Of course there were 50 kids in my class... I don't know if you went to a small school you get it. It feels like everyone is copying you because there's like ten of you. But you realize real quick in college, people truly don't care what you do. You develop your own personal style. And you should be flattered if people really are looking to you for fashion inspiration. Embrace that, some people make a living off it. 

How about the people who just claim whole words and phrases? "I totally said that first. You can't say that. That's my thing." Now, I'll give you credit. You may have been the first to say it around your town, but I also promise you, you got it from somewhere else. And you pick up on the terminology the people around you say, so calm down there, big shot. Imagine if the person who had first said "Hi" had claimed that word for just themselves. Or cool, neat, or fetch...

And then there are just those people who turn this attitude into their whole personality. We'll never be to their level. They are just so "alternative." "No one understands me." Let's not get ahead of ourselves... we get you perfectly fine. You have an ego. You might be a poser. I have the ultimate poser in my head...boy? girl? I'm not telling you. But this person is always posting about how they... Never mind. That would just give it away.

All I'm saying is let's not think we're the only person in the world. Everyone has the same rights to words as you...if it's in the dictionary, Webster's or Urban, that word is free game. If you invent a word yourself, call me. We can talk about it. People aren't trying to copy you or jumping on your band wagon. You can still listen to your "secret" band. Compliment that person on their outfit. 

It's Okay to Run Away

I've been thinking about what I was going to write on the blog today all day..
I honestly had no clue. And then I thought, I could write about acceptance.. nah, even better...

running away.

More specifically, running away from your problems.
Everyone always says, "You shouldn't run away from your problems."
But as I'm sitting here watching the nightly news, I don't think I agree with that.
I agree with it to a certain point.
You shouldn't EMOTIONALLY run away from your problems...at least not forever.
Eventually, you should face those demons.
But don't let anyone make you do it before you're ready.

Let's say you're allergic to bees.
Being around bees is one of your 99 problems.
Now, for scenario sake, let's say a hive of bees is chasing you.

You are going to run, you are going to run like hell.

Bees cause you pain, maybe even death.
And maybe those bees are kind of like the rest of your 98 problems.
You have an absolute right to run away from all of your problems as long as you feel it necessary.
Sometimes we just aren't ready and facing it in the moment won't make it better...it will probably make it worse.

You don't have to have the final conversation with your ex to find out what went wrong, why it couldn't work, etc. The final closure on the relationship. But maybe you just need closure for yourself. Which is probably going to include blocking their number on your phone, deleting them on Facebook/Twitter/all the other social media mumbo jumbo in the world, avoiding every place they might possibly be, sitting in your house watching Netflix.. reaching some level of acceptance.
I don't think that's running away, I think it's preparing yourself for battle.
An emotional battle, but if you don't care about the soldier you're fighting against, it makes the battle a lot less personal.

Let's say you're in a fight with a friend. Maybe not talking, not subtweeting about the situation on Twitter, avoiding them...maybe it could help alleviate some unneeded drama. If you're true friends, the problem will resolve on it's own. If not, the friendship will dissipate on it's own.

For a more real world example: if someone in the Sharkiesha incident had run away...

Maybe what appears to be "running away" to some people is actually facing it head on.
Preach, honey boo boo. 

Freaking Finals

So after yesterday's post was kind of a success (thanks guys...you da best).. I decide to expand on my first semester experience..(this will be the last time..actually, no promises), but this time, it's all about...

FINALS.

I guess you could replace "boy" in there. (Pinterest)

I guess I figured, "It won't be that bad. Everyone is putting in all this hype, and it won't be half as bad as all these schmucks say."

It was, and it wasn't. The schmucks got it half right.

Where they were wrong:
Everyone always makes it seem like you will be up until three in the morning studying..no. No, you won't. It's not only unnecessary, I think you're an idiot if you did (yeah, I said it.). You have absolutely no classes, so why would you need to be up until the wee hours of the morning studying?

Like it's just not necessary.

and...that's about all they were wrong about.

Here's the detes (like details, for those who are not in with the hip lingo):

Finals suck. They just suck.
And for those of you who had final projects and group tests, you don't count. You have no idea what real finals are yet.
Some of my finals literally mentally raped me. I should press charges because I was mentally raped.

Some finals, I rocked them out. Accounting..piece a cake. 94%.
So...I guess one final I rocked out.
The rest made me their..b-i-t-c...you can fill in the ending.

Philosophy.. I knew the best I could get was a B. Because that's all the professor gives out.
"You get a B! You get a B! You all get B's!"         Oprah, if you didn't know that...google it or something.

Math 150.. got like a 74%. For me, I just wanted out of math alive. And somehow my grade was salvaged...I don't know, maybe a Christmas miracle.

Econ...I had economics with the worst professor in the entire world. (I don't care what you say, he was my nemesis). He's a state senator, and he's all hoity toity. If you don't know what that means, click the link right here. http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=hoity-toity
He was just SO mean. And I didn't even study because it couldn't save me. I just made my two sheets of notes and hunkered down. I got 108/200, so that explains my life.

And then Anthropology, this is one that killed me the most. I studied the completely wrong things. I'm still infuriated at the teacher; she led to do this. I went in the testing center and knew I was toast. I knew maybe 5 of the 95 questions. Luckily, I got a 64%. And ended up with about as low of an A- as you could get.

This was literally me in the testing center. (Pinterest)

High school, I remember when I thought semester tests were hard.
"I have to study or I won't pass."
Yeah, I would have passed all over the place in comparison to college finals.
High school students...don't take this in offense. Just realize, you have another thing coming...and that thing sucks.

And in the end, this meme is really true.

Or is this one?

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C is the New F

As a first semester college student finisher (can I get an amen?), I have learned a few basic things.

1. You will miss your mom a whole heck of a lot. You miss having a private spot to cry in too, now that I think about it.

2. Big universities really don't give a darn about you no matter what they say (My mom tried to tell me my Econ teacher gave me a good grade because he knew who I was and saw I came to class every day..yeah in a lecture hall of 200 kids, I don't think so)

Courtesy of Break .com

3. When you live on the second floor of a residence hall, nobody likes you on the elevator.
(But in my defense, the stairs do go all the way up to the eighth floor too and no, I will not give you an excuse for why I'm using the elevator. I pay it for it just like you, honey boo.)

Courtesy of quickmeme

4. There will still be girls who don't like you just because of your face, voice, ears, freckle on your face...you get it. They just won't like you because you're too awesomely awesome for them.
(at Iowa State, it may or may not be a certain girl's athletic team, and they may or may not bully you in the lunch hall, and they may or may not laugh at you for no reason, but it doesn't matter. They suck anyways.)

AND

5. In college, there are three grades. Don't let anyone tell you differently. It's an A, B, or C. D and F...no. They don't count. For majors, you can't get either of those for some classes, because if you do, that class doesn't count (except for on your GPA, it counts there (; )
An A, that's an A. An A-, that's kind of like a B.
B+, that's kind of like a B. B-...eh you're border line.

And C....C is the new F.

Now, I've never gotten anything less than a B- in any of my classes ever (Algebra 2 really stung me..owwzer). But the margin for error is like ()  <------- that big. MINISCULE. It's terrifying. A C can't even be a C anymore..it suddenly is the bottom of the barrel.

courtesy of Pinterest..idk.

Now I squeaked by with a 3.73 GPA first semester, so I'm not complaining. But, for anyone who didn't or for those of us who may not do so prosperously in the future...

C's GET DEGREES. Happy New Year (: