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whatever. by DinosaurMuffin on Polyvore.com

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To me, ugly wasn’t just my weight, it was just how my weight was distributed. It was my eyebrows being to thick. It was my face having too many zits. My neck too fat, my palms too sweaty. It was my lack of height and my lack of being blonde and my being the only one not in a black dress to my sixth grade graduation. (I wore a blue dress.) My lack of friends, my lack of status and my lack of swearing.
These days it’s my grades being less than perfect and my lack of social life beyond my small circle of friends. It’s my lack of people remembering who I am and my lack of talent, especially in math. It’s all the extra curriculars I’m participating in and lack of money and free time. It’s university. It’s high school. It’s now. It’s trying to keep up with the world. It’s politics. It’s breaking stereotype. It’s what everyone thinks about me and what everyone doesn’t.

But you know what? F it all. “If I want to fly, I’ll find a way to fly. You do what you love, and f the rest.”

You can’t be everyone’s perfect image.

Alex Violet

What’s UP!!

The Saints won!

Not that I’m football-crazy, I actually watched the first hour or so of it then got bored and changed the channel to like, What Not to Wear or something like that.

But the Students’ Council was talking about it at lunch today in our Monday meeting. (We have meetings at lunch on Monday and after school on Friday.)

I got my hair done like a more-modern-less-mullet-like-and-neater version of Joan Jett’s in this video here ^ yesterday. Also, my bangs are lovelier and my layers less-mullet-like. I really cannot stress “less-mullet-like” enough. I’m thinking I’m going through a rock-and-roll phase. If you want a visual, my hair is supah-thick and brownie.

Speaking of the Students’ Council, I think I might’ve mentioned the life-changing camping trip (that was the most overwhelmingly beauteous and fantastical sunset I have seen in my life, and I think I’ve seen more than the average person) we had at a provincial park sometime in the fall.

I guess field trips like these are referred to as “Students’ Council Bonding Activities”, and we’ve got another one coming up sometime.

There’s no definite date or anything for it, but some Friday, (but not this one since there’s a dance from 7pm-11pm, and unlikely the one after that) after our SC meeting, we’ll hop on a bus to the nearest town/city with LASER TAG!!!!

J’adore laser tag. I was talking with Smiley (BFF) about it after the meeting (she’s not on Students’ Council) and about how excited I was about LASER TAG (!!!!) Then she kept calling me a geek and a nerd, things like that. (The whole ‘no-offence’ matter is implied, she knows I don’t get easily offended.)

I said about how on the date of my thirteenth birthday I went laser-tagging in Edmonton.

It was awesomazing. For serious.

And of course I get “nerdy!” and just laugh. It sounds nerdy, I guess, but I’m not one of those kids who plays Dungeons and Dragons every Saturday night at that store that sells board games and expired Ritz chips. I also don’t regularly read comic books and I don’t particularly excell in mathematics… I don’t have braces or wear glasses, either. And if I did wear glasses, then I wouldn’t even be ashamed of wearing the Harry-Potter variety of glasses. Because I’m AWESOME.

It’s not that I’m trying to stereotype, just poke fun at stereotypes.

I am quite intellectual even though I’ve had chess explained to me about twice and don’t know anything more about it other than that the pawns are insignificant, the Queen can move almost anywhere, and DON’T ACCIDENTALLY KNOCK OVER THE KING! or you are doomed.

I did try to read Lonely Planets, Lord of the Flies, and Great Expectations before anyone’s made me read them for school… I didn’t finish them though. But I read The Lion the Witch, and the Wardrobe (in 4th or 5th grade, I loved it), and since the start of summer I’ve read every book you see listed on my “the list” page. (Upper right button.) Ghost Hunters is one of my favourite shows. (Gosh, I almost typed shoes…) I am intrigued by outerspace and history and the Meaning Of Life and honestly believe I am a genius. I read TONNES of historical fiction novels which I did not realize until history class felt like review for me since I kept reference to these historical fictions. AND I appreciate Shakespeare.

Yesterday I was watching Meet the Robinsons on DVD (all-time favourite movie besides The Lion King) and there was a special feature that mentioned and described several of the Great Inventors that have Changed Life As We Know It. (Including: Wilbur and Orville Wright; Galileo; the Real Guy Who Invented the Telescope; Alexander Graham Bell; etc.) I found myself finishing the narrarators sentences and such about how Galileo wasn’t the real guy who invented the telescope and where the First Flight took place (a place called Kitty Hawk) and that the last, most AWESOMAZING of all mentioned inventors was Walt Disney.

What I did learn is that apparently that big building in Orlando that is Disney and looks like a hugenormous golf ball is actually an inventing and research firm thing. (For serious!)

Which inspired me.

Needless to say, Walt Disney is my new role model. Aside from the whole Disney-uses-sweatshops thing.

I’d better rap it up about now, this entry is longer than I thought it’d be.

I apologize for the repetitiveness and the wierd teenager-speak. It’s the language I speak when I ramble.

I hope you enjoyed this surprise entry aswell since I haven’t really had two entries for two days since about the summer.

Then I noticed that after I get a new entry, I get more page views (like, 5 after the last one and one today even though this isn’t technically posted yet) and every so often, a comment.

Better roll with this miniscule internet fame while I can, right?

The Awesomazing,

Alex Violet.

Audrey Hepburn

This is who I am being for Halloween.

Today my Brother, my Mother, and my Grampa were Halloween-costume shopping. It just seems like they’re the sort of people who’re into store-bought, ready-made costumes.

I, however, am not.

Halloween is a wonderful creative oppourtunity, and myself, being an incredibly and elaborately creative person, absolutely cannot turn down this oppourtunity.

I mean, I’m not sewing a costume or anything, since it would take too long (I have a surprisingly short attention span. It’s why I’ve not yet finished writing any of the 927094209 novels I’ve begun writing over the past five years.), especially without my mother’s sewing machine (goodness knows where that is) or any knowledge of how to use it.

So, being me, once I begun to outgrow store-bought, ready-made children’s costumes, I started to span my ideas farther from the average person’s ready-made costume.
Some of my ideas included a hippie, a drama queen, Hannah Freaking Montana, and whatever I was last year. I understand that Hannah Freaking Montana is not exactly original, but this was when I was 12 or so, (I turn 15 this December) and I had grown out of most store-bought, ready-made Hannah Freaking Montana costumes. [For the record, I do not mean offence by referring to Hannah Freaking Montana as such. It's just that 'Hannah Montana' is not so scary for Halloween, but 'Freaking' in the middle adds fright! It does too.]

I was planning on centering my costume around the above photograph, as to my knowledge, it’s the most-seen photograph of Audrey, and I figure most people would probably recognize my costume if I dressed like this. Also, I could probably arrange a costume from this more easily than the others.

This is because I already have pretty jumbo-normous sunglasses, I might have gloves in my costume box somewhere, I could refer to YouTube tutorials for hairstyling advice, I could come up with some shoes (ballerina flats, either my gold ones or my black ones), and all I need is the dress. My mother says she might have it in her closet somewhere.

Also, I was thinking maybe a trenchcoat would help and keep me warm. My mother says she’s pretty sure one of us has one. That’s fine if we don’t though, since I have a powder-blue jacket that could pass.

So, in case I don’t write again until after Halloween,

Have a good Halloween.

Truly and sincerely,

Alex Violet.

P. S. None of these photos are owned by me. I googled all of these pictures. I did not actually , ever in my life, photograph Audrey. I was born a year after she died. So how could I have photographed her?

Transformers 2

Well, I saw Transformers 2 today.

It was very violent. And loud.

I noticed at the beggining, with all the scenes with the US military and whatnot, it appeared as though the United States government was the only one working with these aliens. It does irritate me that whoever thought up this movie (however violently creative and inventive it was) automatically assumed that only the government in the United States would take on the global responsibility of what would happen if aliens were to come to Earth.

I however, cannot imagine that the US would decide to keep a matter that big a secret to be kept within their own government. Wouldn’t they tell us? Maybe not, but even if they didn’t tell us (the public, I mean) wouldn’t they at least have to let any other country’s government in on this to open up more perspective and possibility of help?

And another thought, if “We Are Not Alone” (quote from the Mediator Series by Meg Cabot) in this vast forever, won’t we eventually need a global government that would represent Earth in universal disputes?
This isn’t just an ‘American’ matter, or even a Global matter. It’s a Universal matter. I mean think about it, maybe in some other galaxies accross the way there’s life on every planet, and they have representatives for each planet and their own little government meetings with each other.

Yet, ANOTHER deep thought, what if there’s life on every planet in another galaxy, but each planet is entirely oblivious of life among its neighbour?

No wonder I got a headache in the middle of that movie! And I thought it was just the sound of all those weapons.

Yes, I’m a little crazy. But isn’t everyone a little crazy nowadays?

On a different note, it is my half-birthday. As of today, I am exacticly (yes, exacticly!) fourteen and one half years old.

Question of the day: Do you believe in aliens?