Tuesday, September 30, 2008

The obvious and uncomfortable

Have you ever noticed that most people go either to their friends or family in tome of dire need? Me? I just walk up to a complete stranger and ask for money. It's true!! You know, that's why the economy is crashing to the ground. It's called Check City. Haha! I bet that you never thought of it that way. The number one rule when your a kid is never talk to strangers. Even me, as a teen, gets told that! Maybe grown-ups should listen to their own advice sometimes. Of course, I realise that sometimes it is necessary. But I wish that the government wouldn't give it out so freely. it's like someone going out into a dark alley and saying "rob me! I don't care!". Once again, I know that is necessary. GRRR....
Anyway.... let's talk about something else that won't give you young readers nightmares about what kind of a world our parents are leaving us. I've got it! Let's talk about me! (but that will probably also give you nightmares.)
Tonight, me and a bunch of other girls my age are going to go out and dress up in the most nerve-wracking clothes that we can find and go to the mall and just stare at people. Fun, huh? The question is how long should we stare at them? 30 seconds, or 5 minutes? How about just enough to make them feel self-conscious and uncomfortable? Yeah, that'll do.
Well,I can't talk about anything else at the moment, I've got to go and find this magically disturbing piece of clothing. That's easy. I just have to pick the first two things in my wardrobe! Hahaha! See ya later, alligators!

Monday, September 29, 2008

Absolutely nothin' to write about!

If you saw that boring title, you are probably thinking that this post is going to be boring. Well, you guessed right. Or wrong. It depends on your point of view. If you think that mindless blab is very interesting, then this is the most exciting thing you've ever read, but if you have a negative attitude and your one of those people who like having fun (yeah, right) then you are thinking that you should stop reading right now, but you can't. If you start reading this, you can't stop because this entire post is a mystery. Will it turn out interesting? Will it turn out to be mindless blab? Will my reading this affect the universe? Those are the questions that haunt you.
I dont know if I will be able to answer those questions directly. Well, maybe I can answer one. Yes, your reading this will affect the universe. You know, like those stupid chain mails that we all get and if they look interesting, you have to send it to at least 10 people or the world will blow up or something like that. Oog. I loathe those. But you can't loathe this one! Because this one is a blog, it has a mind-sucking power that only it knows how to use! haha! Sorry that i'm a little veg (veig?) on the details, but I really dont know how it works, either. It's strange how we are bored to death when someone is talking about their new kid or whatever, but we find it extremely interesting when we read it in a blog and that we want to go and celebrate and share the cigar with those happy parents. The magic of a blog. Bringing people together!
On that note, why dont big politicians write blogs when they want to end a war or win the election? It'd be convincing, if you ask me. I'd vote for them! The question is, how would they get a big enough screen to put up their blog and have everyone read it? They'd have to use a PowerPoint presentation, but Microsoft would ruin the beauty of the blog. That's for sure! But I think they would ruin because so many people are using it at once.
It's amazing how we rely on the computer and all of it's accessories. I know a couple of kids in my school who sneak their ipod into class because they "can't live without it". Yeah, right. I bet if... You know what? I'm running a one man conversation here! And how did we get to the topic of over-usage of ipods? And what's my title? Nothin' to write about?! HA! Whoever wrote that obviously didn't read the post. Well, I'd better stop here, if you don't mind. I bet your shouting "Hooray! She's done! I'm free! Free!". I don't blame you.

That's all folks!