Happy birthday to me. I turn fifteen tomorrow. Yes I am only fifteen, which goes a way to explain my thought process. That's not to say I think like other fifteen year olds, but the teenage mind is not one that can function in the busy world of grown ups, and mine is no exception.
Really, I don't think my mind could function anywhere except maybe Japan. Every time I learn one of Japans' cultural quirks that make all the Westerns go "What the heck, that makes no sense!" I always find myself thinking "Oh, is that not how I'm supposed to be?"
Unfortunately, I have thus far failed to learn Japanese, and a mind that thinks in English probably can't function in Japan terribly well even though starting in a few short years all Japanese school children age six and up will be required to learn English.
This all brings me back to my mind is not fit to function in adult life.
Which brings me back to adult life, AKA my birthday.
I don't like getting older. Right now I am young peppy and exuberant. I have only had one proper job so far in my life, working on a fabulous llama farm, and I loved it. Having a job made me happy. The hard physical labour for minimum wage? Again- Loved it!
So why do I want to get old and burned out and hate work and hate life? I already hate myself, why add in that other stuff?
Speaking of other stuff, being born on July thirtieth makes me a Leo.
Leos are cool, because we're all a bunch of arrogant pricks, but being Leo also is supposed to guarantee that the person is spectacular.
The "planet" of Leo? The sun. Source of all energy on Earth.
The animal of Leo? Lion, the "King of the Jungle". Yes, yes, they live on the savanna. But they were believed to be the greatest animals alive.
The element of Leo? Fire. (Well, that goes along with sun.) Fire is the supposed most powerful element.
The organ of the Leo? The heart.
The bone? The spine.
The metal? Gold.
Leos' were made to be the leaders of the Zodiac. Our dominatingly bitchy personalities come from our natural inclination to be better then everyone else. As long as we have a Taurus around to slap the smirks off our faces, Leos are pretty beast.
Also if a Leo manages to get over themselves, we are the most generous, selfless, determined and fearless sign as well. Good luck finding a Leo without an ego, but if you do, MARRY THEM. It's the only sensible thing to do.
My ego is weird. I am of course an arrogant over confident bitch, but I also realize that nothing I say will ever be any good, and everything I create is worthless. Long ago I decided that talking about how much I suck is far more endearing then the reverse.
So for my birthday tomorrow, we're playing Zombie. A game which I will happily explain... Later.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Monday, July 5, 2010
Fathers Day
This is a blog post about my personal life! Never done this before, but no one has ever read this blog, so I don't think it will bother anyone.
In most ways I am very abnormal for a teenage girl. My sister is two years older, but we go to the same school and have lots of them same friends and do things together. Bearing in mind that I get better grades then her, and she's better looking then I am, and all these things that cause rivalry in most people it's pretty strange that we get along alright.
Additionally, as if that lack of a problem isn't odd enough I have a really good relationship with my mom. Is she in possession of in depth knowledge of all my problems and thoughts? Not even close. I mean come on, the teenage mind is crazy. If I wrote in this thing every damn day it still wouldn't capture the Essence of My Inner Being. But we talk almost every day, and never fight, and that seems pretty good to me.
My father- who has been divorced from my mother since I was about two- is still in my life, my sister and I visit him every other weekend and we talk on the phone every other day, and even though I do argue with him sometimes it's mostly friendly-ish debates about art and music.
The problem is my "Step Dad", Robbie. He's been living with my mom sister and I since I was like two and a half. Even then I didn't like him, and I like him less the older I get. The kicker is that this jerk isn't even really my step dad. I am expected to give him fathers day gifts every year, but
1) He and I are not biologically related.
2) He is not my father emotionally or spiritually.
3) He and my mom have never been legally married.
4) Even if he was actually my step dad, which he isn't legally, society does not view step parents as the equivalent of parents- hence the addition of the prefix "step".
Honestly, I've never understood why I have to honour him as a parent on fathers day. Okay, there is one tangible connection. Because he and my mom have been living together for 8+ years they have to file taxes as a married couple.
I really hate this guy though. You've no idea how stupid he is, and how ignorant.
Intelligence and knowledge are actually unrelated, no matter what misconceptions we may have about this. Getting As or spouting facts doesn't make you a genius, it's your ability to form connections with whatever information you do have.
He can't.
He doesn't even know he can't make connections so he tries and fails so miserably and doesn't realize that he's said something idiotic and continues on these ill conceived tangents to prove how smart he is.
If you are knowledgeable then you can balance out what an imbecile you are, but he's not.
If he's watching T.V with us and anyone says "Too bad that can't happen!" (like while Harry Potter is on) he will start talking over dialog for twenty minutes attempting to explain how you could wire a password activated light to turn on when you say the word lumos and you would need to set up a fake wood mold to turn into a wand but it would be possible and contrary to popular belief (he loves saying that) we do have the technology to do it but with todays technology it would unfortunately impossible.
And the entire time everyone is trying to listen to the movie and resisting the temptation to shout "No we can't do that you damn fool, and you are contradicting yourself because you have no actual point to make and you are an idiot."
In most ways I am very abnormal for a teenage girl. My sister is two years older, but we go to the same school and have lots of them same friends and do things together. Bearing in mind that I get better grades then her, and she's better looking then I am, and all these things that cause rivalry in most people it's pretty strange that we get along alright.
Additionally, as if that lack of a problem isn't odd enough I have a really good relationship with my mom. Is she in possession of in depth knowledge of all my problems and thoughts? Not even close. I mean come on, the teenage mind is crazy. If I wrote in this thing every damn day it still wouldn't capture the Essence of My Inner Being. But we talk almost every day, and never fight, and that seems pretty good to me.
My father- who has been divorced from my mother since I was about two- is still in my life, my sister and I visit him every other weekend and we talk on the phone every other day, and even though I do argue with him sometimes it's mostly friendly-ish debates about art and music.
The problem is my "Step Dad", Robbie. He's been living with my mom sister and I since I was like two and a half. Even then I didn't like him, and I like him less the older I get. The kicker is that this jerk isn't even really my step dad. I am expected to give him fathers day gifts every year, but
1) He and I are not biologically related.
2) He is not my father emotionally or spiritually.
3) He and my mom have never been legally married.
4) Even if he was actually my step dad, which he isn't legally, society does not view step parents as the equivalent of parents- hence the addition of the prefix "step".
Honestly, I've never understood why I have to honour him as a parent on fathers day. Okay, there is one tangible connection. Because he and my mom have been living together for 8+ years they have to file taxes as a married couple.
I really hate this guy though. You've no idea how stupid he is, and how ignorant.
Intelligence and knowledge are actually unrelated, no matter what misconceptions we may have about this. Getting As or spouting facts doesn't make you a genius, it's your ability to form connections with whatever information you do have.
He can't.
He doesn't even know he can't make connections so he tries and fails so miserably and doesn't realize that he's said something idiotic and continues on these ill conceived tangents to prove how smart he is.
If you are knowledgeable then you can balance out what an imbecile you are, but he's not.
If he's watching T.V with us and anyone says "Too bad that can't happen!" (like while Harry Potter is on) he will start talking over dialog for twenty minutes attempting to explain how you could wire a password activated light to turn on when you say the word lumos and you would need to set up a fake wood mold to turn into a wand but it would be possible and contrary to popular belief (he loves saying that) we do have the technology to do it but with todays technology it would unfortunately impossible.
And the entire time everyone is trying to listen to the movie and resisting the temptation to shout "No we can't do that you damn fool, and you are contradicting yourself because you have no actual point to make and you are an idiot."
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