...jackasses...
Not you. Er... I hope not.

I don't know why I even BOTHER reading comments on YouTube, anymore. Especially on political or environment or any other issue. Most of the people that comment on those are complete jackasses... you know?

Sorry if I go on a rant, but I have to say a few things:

YES, turning off the lights for an hour won't do much about the environment.
It IS possible to live without the lights on for an hour. Just the lights, people. They never said anything else.

Earth Hour is about making a difference TOGETHER. It's doing something together. Making an impact. Increasing awareness and the need to do something. It shows that we WANT to help. It shows that we can live with less electricity... because... well, face it... we CAN.
People just get so selfish because they think they don't impact it much at all, and that there aren't restrictions and shit like that. Okay, not that shitty. But, I mean... would it KILL you to turn off the tv when you're done with it? Turn off the lights when you leave the room? Throw that paper in the recycling instead of the garbage (a lot of the jerky popular kids throw away recyclable things... drives me nuts)

I just hate how some people are so fucking wasteful. And when others do the same thing... it really adds up to something that could've really been helpful.

...It's like the pennies you find around the ground. Just... laying there uselessly, because many people don't find it valuable. But... it adds up. Pick up those coins and put them in those donation boxes, dammit. Or get a jar and fill it with pennies and other coins you randomly find.


Alright.... I think I'll shut up now. Sorry if I offended anyone. I hate hate.... That totally contradicted itself, didn't it. Ha. Well, I mean... I hate how there's so much hate in the world. It makes me feel... really disappointed in humans, you know? We have all these skills and choices, and I feel like so many people take it all for granted and throw it out the window. They want to live their life how they want to. I'm not saying that's bad, or anything... just... why do people have to be so damn selfish?

And a side note... something I don't understand.... If there are so many religious people in the world... why is there so much hate? Isn't religion supposed to... better yourself... and the world?
When I think about this stuff, I realize that I don't understand ANYTHING. Especially if so much in our world is rooted off of religions and stuff.... Interesting how they get corrupted, but no one really tries to do much... because it's a RELIGION. A sacred thing.... like authoritative figures. I mean, they're supposed to be "good," but when you suspect they've done something bad... there's so much more you have to prove to take them down then say... a peasant.
Do you get what I mean? Not the best... example or whatever, but... yeah...

Fine. I'll shut up now.


Peace and love, man.

(I know I said some of this stuff in the last post)

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People don't seem to realize that we KNOW that JUST turning off lights won't help much.
But it's a start.

And most of all, it's symbolism.
It symbolizes/shows that/which people are willing to make a difference.
There are some people that are willing to make sacrifices for the good of everyone else. I try my best to be like that, and I really appreciate people that are like that.

No matter what, there are always going to be jackasses and non-believers. AKA, most people who comment on YouTube.

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Saturday, March 28, at 8:30 pm, I'm gonna be forcing my family to turn off the lights for one hour.

Will you join in the international event?

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Today, I learned in Advisory that Mr. Eggleston used to have a mullet.
Oh yes.

I also learned that tapping the cap of an unopened pickle jar against a coffee table is not a good idea. Not only does it create little dents in the table, it doesn't even help the process of opening the jar. Stick to the kitchen counter, man.

Caffeine withdrawal can make you feel energetic in a weird way. It also gives you a nasty headache after a while.

Not many people seem to look around themselves or at the sky. It kinda saddens me.

....What else?
I did learn some stuff in math. And in CWP.

Oh, and I also learned that no matter how clear the sky is, or even though it's about 4 in the afternoon, and it's been like two days since it rained/snowed... the grass may still be wet in places... even when the sun has been shining on it for at least the last 45 minutes.

...Are you still reading this? Wow. Don't have much of a life, do ya?
Eh, I really only wanted to write this to tell people about the mullet thing. Hilariousness.

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...Does no one else love full moons?
I mean, does no one else love the sight of shadows at night?
Looking at the sky, which seems just a bit brighter?
The grey trees? Man, you gotta love the grey fir trees.
The moon reflecting brightly off vehicles and other... shiny things?

I really love full moons.


I found this quote the other day. I don't know who wrote it, but I whole-heartedly agree with it.

"If people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, I'll bet they'd live a lot differently."

Mat Devine, of Kill Hannah, has a blog on Fuse: http://fuseblog.typepad.com/kill_hannah/
It makes up for the blog on there before that was erased, because he didn't post anything new for a few years. It's still sad to think of all the pictures and stories that are gone. Hey, at least other fans also saved some pics (like I did)


So, I was on the Fuse website anyway, and the first choice under the blog tab was the Kill Hannah blog. So, hey, I looked. And I saw many glorious pictures. And this entry caught my eye. I cut out some stuff to hurry the story along:


Random Notes From an Aspiring Recluse
Posted on December 2, 2008 at 03:32 PM

Slouching here at my desk for days, curtains drawn, watching the collection of empty wine bottles (dead soldiers as my dad once called them) grow and grow and grow. Since my last blog entry I’ve been swallowed up by my bedroom and fully immersed in the process of writing new KH material. It’s always been my belief that the best art is produced by the worst-fed, cos the hunger makes you fight for it. –and this session seems to have supported that theory. It's getting deeper, darker and more real than anything we’ve done before.

...

Ok, I just ordered a pizza, and i have a total stomach boner in anticipation. So while I wait, I’m going to open the blinds, crank up My Bloody Valentine, and transcribe the scattered mess of random notes I’ve left to myself in various states of delirium over the past month or so. Entropy always wins.

1. Research the Fire at the Iroquois theatre in Chicago 1903,

2. buy a champagne saber

3. explore the cost and logistics of touring by nuclear submarine.. only play coastal cities.. Singapore, Sydney,etc.. when the sub surfaces we throw a Surface Party -then we perform on the deck of the sub

4. idea for drinking game. view episodes of bad reality TV and listen for certain trigger words. example: Rock of Love, whenever Brett Michaels says AWESOME or DIABETES, take a shot. Also whenever Tyra Banks says FIERCE, or whenever Andrew Zimmern says GAMEY

5. read article about the tragic “butterfly children” –who suffer from Epidermolysis Bullosa -rare skin disorder which makes them so fragile they tear and bleed at the slightest touch–and the mothers who have to worry all the time—explore as possible subject matter for song and/or charity event

6. buy ferret. start holding ferret in all videos, photos and on stage- why has no one else has done this before? Research the logistics. call PETA re: potential hearing damage to ferret.

7. mindblowing article on recent discovery that elephants actually mourn their dead. thought: If the smartest elephant or chimpanzee or giant squid is arguably smarter than the dumbest human, then don’t they deserve a heaven too? Is it arrogant for religious people to assume that heaven is strictly for our species? Isn’t that a form of species-ism? What entitles us? Self-awareness? That may not be a trait exclusive to our species. If certain dogma allows deceased infants into heaven, having never made a single choice in their short lives, then you simply must let the giant squids in too.

8. don’t want to knock on doors anymore. It’s the sound of my bones.

9. anecdote from Toronto- a mom requested that I sign her daughters wrist, so it could be tattood- so that she would stop cutting-

10. Scary dream. Toothless old lady in victorian house, maniacal and strong. throwing grandfather clocks out of the 2nd story window- crashing all around me. Analyze.

11. books to buy: The Night Climbers of Cambridge, Gracefully Insane: Life and Death Inside America's Premier Mental Hospital, How to Become a Professional Con Artist, Decoding Wagner: An Invitation to His World of Music Drama

12. AMAZING: the great moon hoax of 1835—article claimed that a race of batmen lived on the surface of the moon and were visible by telescope. Believed to be factual. http://www.museumofhoaxes.com/moonhoax.html

13. God made everything out of nothing, but the nothingness shows through. -Paul Valery, poet and philosopher (1871-1945)


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So, it's things like this that really make me respect Mat... even if he does do drugs, smoke, have groupies, and all that stuff.

He really does have an amazing mind.

The only #'s that I could care less on this list are 1, 3, 4, and 11.
All the others really touched me. Either by making me laugh or making me wonder.


Oh, and I was going to say why it's the "Raccoon Society," even though Mat has said at least twice in this blog. Because he hangs out with a ton of people who wear "shitloads" of eyeliner or eye make-up.... so they have those raccoon eyes.
I think it's freaking awesome.
I love raccoons.
I don't really care if people think I'm insane for loving raccoons because they're greedy.
Have you looked in a mirror lately?

I really can't stand the sight of myself without eyeliner.


#9 hits me hard. The story of the mother wanting him to sign her daughter's wrist.
As does the story of the "butterfly children," which, by the way, is a pretty badass name. It'd be a wonderful band name or song or book or something else title.



On a completely different note, I have seen the Street Fighter IV commercial at least 3 times in the past hour. I do love the song, though.

Which reminds me of Donut. Which reminds me of this morning.
By some... magic, we had late start today.
We've had snow here the past 3 days. It's lovely.
So, I had to ride the bus, and I knew the others wouldn't be around for at least 5 minutes. So, hey.... Donut's there... only with Chelsea Y. and Logan. And Richard was walking in front of me. And he's now sitting down... right over there. Go and talk to Donut.
I wedged myself between Logan and the garbage buckets... said "Hi" to Donut, who was being talked at by Logan. Donut stopped listening to him and said hi to me. Then he said to Logan how he stopped listening to what he was saying to say hi to me. Me and Donut both agreed that Logan was a nobody.
I claimed being really hyper (which I was. Which would explain why I was being so outgoing).
Bryan came... with a flower power baby. (a bag of flour. For the Child Development class)
I hadn't seen him since.... Wednesday?
Anyway, he came over to me and gave me a hug saying he missed me, so I said that I missed him, too.
I know Donut saw this, but I was also desperately wishing Richard would, too.
Then I see... Henry coming from the bus area, (Okay, maybe this was before the Bryan thing) and he goes and stands by Richard and his friends.
Jackpot, man.
And Bryan and Donut are my keys... my doors to those two.

Which reminds me. Japanese class today.
Bryan told the story of how he was at his sister's wedding in Mexico. And his sister is 24, and she has this friend, also 24. And he said that he asked her to a dance at the reception, and they dance, and they were suddenly making out.
...yeah.
Why couldn't it have been me he asked to dance? Why couldn't I have been in her place?
I just couldn't stop thinking about how... unfair it was that Bryan, a sophomore, was making out with a 24-year old hot stranger. And I... me, a senior, an 18-year old... I haven't had anything happen to me like that. Nothing at all that could even be considered in a section next to the one that experience would be in.


....Also.... #13 basically blew my mind.


And I am loving Demetri Matrin. Who is incredibly cute with that shaggy hair. Not so much when it's greased back...


We went to EM (Everyday Music) for the first time in MONTHS on Saturday. I found the Emilie Autumn: Opheliac CD. I was ecstatic. It was the ONLY one, too.
=D

I STRONGLY believe that people need to change themselves to adapt, rather than changing what's around them.
I believe that the idea of a profit is pleasant. It motivates people.
But it's corrupting.
It encourages expansion. It encourages doing things for something MORE. ....What if something runs out? Like space?
There's only a certain amount of land that you can grow stuff on.What happens when that space runs out?

Is currency, money, and wealth overrated?



There's billons of trees on the earth.
There's billions of animals and people on the earth.
What's a couple of cut down trees worth?
What about a couple of human lives?


Growth is extremely overrated.

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