undoing narcacissim; going FAR;

You guys are going to laugh when I tell you this. I accidently clicked a button when I was fixing my Blog, and I made it so I follow myself. This means that it says I have five followers,and one of them is me. This makes me sound like the worlds biggest narcacist. Any ideas on how I can fix it?
Also, far is out today! Go, buy it, support Regina!
That's all I have to say for now
<3 ya!

SPEAK UP

FELLOW BOHEMIANS! FELLOW CRUSADERS OF NONCONFORMITY, HIPPIES, BROTHERS AND SISTERS OF THE NONCONVENTIONAL! I CALL UPON YOU TO STOP THE MADNESS!

Now you may be thinking after that short outburst, "what's she spazzing about now?" well, spaz would be an understatement! I am FURIOUS! WORDS CANNOT DESCRIBE MY WHITE HOT FURY!

Wanna see why?

http://www.schoollibraryjournal.com/article/CA6656504.html

click and be disghusted. Starting February 21, parents Jim and Ginny Maziarka wanted to ban, 58 BOOKS. *GASP!* How could they be such scum? How could they attempt to restrict the reading material of Wisconsian teens 58 different ways? But my dear blogging friends, the plot thickens. The reason they wanted those books banned was because they were about....GLBT teens, in case you didn't know GLBT stands for Gay, Lesbian, Bi, transgender (drag queens/kings). This disghusts me beyond a level that is describable, and I'm not even done with fuming about the REST of the articale.

But then...Ginny and Jim changed their minds, they decided that NO 52 is NOT ENOUGH, so they changed it to wanting to ban 82 books! Yes, that's thirty MORE attempts at limiting free speech and the right to read! But they did loosen up a tibit saying that they wanted the books moved to the adult section, where kids would have to have parental permission to check out books. I'm sorry but, I own like 82 books, I'm sure that the library owns more than me, but that would be like making me ask my parents if I could read all the books that have cluttered in my room over the years. (Just to put it in perspective) 82 is a lot of books, so there are chances that kids MOST FAVORITE BOOKS EVER are attempting to be banned.

And now lets move to the part of the articale, where the Marziwhatfreakingevers let their homophobic schumuck flags fly!



"An online petition drafted by Maziarka and her husband also asks for a more balanced collection, which include “affirming traditional heterosexual perspectives” that are faith-based or written by “ex-gay” authors. Other demands include labeling books with a warning about their content and placing Internet filters on all of the library’s computers, says Sue Cantrell, the library’s assistant director."



Excuse me but, if I read correctly but did they say that they wanted books by "ex-gay" authors? As in someone had a fight with their sexsuality so they dumped it and told it that it should take it's stuff out of the apartment they used to live in? As in someone used to be gay, but their not anymore? I'm sorry but you can't change that! You can lock the closet door nice and tight, and you'll still be who you are no matter how hard you try to change it.
The good news in this twisted case is, the library isn't budging calling Ginny and Jim's requests "censorship" and refusing to oblige! IT's still up for debate though.

So bloggers, what do you think of this? How does it make you feel? Well do the exact opposite of what these people are and WRITE ABOUT IT! UTULIZE FREE SPEECH AND TELL ABOUT WHAT EMOTIONS THAT THIS STIRS UP IN YOU! YOU CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE! YOU MIGHT JUST HAVE TO SHOUT TO BE HEARD!! SO GO, PEOPLE OF THE INTERNET, AND SPEAK UP!

All that glitters is sparkles

Personally, I am not the most girly person. I hate wearing makeup, and the sight of ANYTHING pink or with the word pink on it makes me cringe in horror. Although my room has been pink for the last four years, I've detested every flipping minute of it, becoming so ashamed that I would cry myself to sleep at the absolute HORROR of those fuschia walls. but I do LOVE wearing skirts, and dresses because I feel like shorts make me fat, and enlarge the size of my rear end.
But put those things on a guy, and I will adore him. Okay I admit it, one of my life-long goals is to befriend a gay guy. :-) When Adam Lambert came out I was sorta crushed as I put our wedding invites through the paper shredder and crossed "Rosie Lambert" off my notebook. (kidding). But then I rejoiced as I found pics of his cutie boyfriend, Adam had found love! I thought they were adorable together, and I immeadiately started planning THEIR wedding.
When I watch movies, I rant and rave about how adorable the spunky female protag's gay bff is. Not how hunky the stereotypical knight in shining armor is.
And don't get me started on Angel from RENT....
She is such a sweetie potato (thank you Lauren Myracle, that is now my favorite way to describe things)!
So good people of the internet, I FOUND A BOOK ABOUT A DRAG QUEEN, IT. IS. AMAZING. I HAVE ONLY READ THE FIRST PAGE AND I LOVE IT.
It's called 'freakshow' by James St. James, even Perez Hilton adores it. Now I know cyberspace's most beloved gossip blogger wouldn't be one someone would picture taking literary advice from, but go ahead and read it.
Plus, like my style of blogging? The dude who wrote it sounds like me on a sugar rush.

Reg is right

School is out. Just like the song
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CRHsdIfLOP0&feature=related
well, almost out. Three more days, I'm PHSYCED. It's really wierd to think that I don't have anything to do except study. I'm almost done with my math final, yayers! Only a few problems left....
We cleaned out our lockers, it made me feel all sad and sentimental to see all the crap that had accumulated over the year, a headband, a broken calculator, a protractor, and somehow ritz crackers. When you clean out lockers it makes you realize that the little gray cell has history, and YOU aren't the only person's whose used it. I wanted to write something in it in sharpie like
"dear future inhabitant, good luck. FYIs, Physics sucks. Good luck staying awake if you have Mrs. L and if you have Mrs. H for English, give her love for me. Don't worry, it's more fun than sixth grade. Don't show this to the janitor, does this count as vandalism? Crap, I'm a vandal now...teehees. Feel free to add your two cents, maybe we can start something"
My locker is (was?) number three, it was honestly the farthest point in THE ENTIRE FREAKING SCHOOL. I think I lost five pounds sprinting down the hall to get to my locker in time.
I loved my locker, I stuck my favorite picture of the place I volunteer at to keep me happy in it, and a bunch of pictures of stuff I liked. I made it in the beggining of the year, so it's interisting to see how different I am now and how i THOUGHT how much I knew myslef back then. In truth that was just an experimental facade, though the things I learned about nonconformity stuck. This year was full of self discovery yoga, and attractive dead british men. This year I also made a cyber BFF! She's a sweetie, I never thought I'd find someone so much like myself, my friend got confused when she read her comments on my blog, 'cause we sound so much alike.

PARAMORE'S NEW SONG(S)

LOOK AND BE AMAZED.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5M7cGpC2Cds&feature=PlayList&p=3107DD1964330A26&index=11
can someone say 'fangirl' it's like the fiftieth time i've listened to it today. I knew I loved it even when I just read the lyrics on their site. Some people are all 'it sounds like fences' which, I can see the similarities. And fences is one of my favorite songs by them, but their both unique, ignorance sounds way more edgey though. I love it WAAAY more than decode (sorry twihards, 'i caught myself' pwns 'decode)
September ninth...NEW ALBUM! Can someone do the math and tell me how many days until then?
Also, how far aways is july third? That's when I'm seeing them WITH NO DOUBT TOO! IT'S GONNA ROCK!!!!

teehee Bob Marley brings out the best in all of us

Don cha' just love him? His music is so twangy and zingy and amazing. Anywaysies... these past few days I've been trying to well... "tone it down" omigosh I feel stupid even saying that!!! For those of you who only know me by my words, if you can't tell already, I'm very overly dramatic. I'm SUPER animated when I talk and I have a high pitched voice, so I sound like Kristin Chenoweth on a sugar rush most of the time. I also randomly burst into song a lot, and make remarks about America being full of homophobic schmucks, and how much I want to GET THE H*&^ OUT OF HERE AND MOVE TO NYC ALREADY!
My friend has been sick ALL WEEK LONG and it's REALLY scaring me, I'm hoping she like doesn't have the swine flu!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT WOULD BE HORRIBLE HORENDOUSLY SO BECAUSE NOW THAT I'VE REALLY GOTTEN TO KNOW HER, I FIND THAT I NEED TO HAVE SOMEONE TO TALK ABOUT MUSIC AND OTHER RANDOM STUFF WITH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
so this week due to the fact that she's been sick, my other friend and i have had to get through English class without her! It was hard! So my friend who HASNT gone MIA possibly due to the swine flu, has been chatting with one of the 'popular' girls. Now normally, this wouldn't bother me. I try not to let those holister clad elitist bother me, but somehow my evil twin wiggled her way into my body, and I found myself talking about hollister, with said hollister clad elitist.
I feel so increadibly dumb saying this, but when I talked to her, I felt so....inferior and dorky and clumsy and ugh! I don't know why but I suddenly realized that maybe I needed to lower my freak flag a bit...and I tried, and seriously I couldn't. I honestly did attempt to not sound like Kristin chenoweth just chugged a pixy stix, or run around singing in my "tall person" shoes (strappy brown wedge heels, kill my feet make me feel omigosh, attractive) But I couldn't. Seriously, I TRIED!
But as I was listenin' to Bob (can I hear a 'rasta mahn' for Bob?) I realized, I didn't need too. Because people can take me or leave, like I give a crap! I am a strong vertically challenged nonconforming teenager of the new generation who is not a homophobic schmuck! I can sing in class and not care because I get wierdly confident when I sing. I can have tiny mental break downs during the weeks, because i am an actress, and I wear my heart on my bicep like a cheap tatoo.
I can date a guy eventually, and befriend a gay guy too! And I'll be a dang good girlfriend 'cause aquarians are full of love, and I love my friends with as my heart can hold.
So elitist preps,

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MlNzpl3vz5Y
take me or leave me.
P.S I GOT PEACE LOVE AND BABY DUCKS TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 IT'S AMAZING AND...
I FOUND A SIGNED COPY! I AM SOOOOOOO HAPPY! IT'S REALLLLY GOOD TOO!

Hi again

When you blog for twenty some days straight, you get tired of it. That's why I haven't been around for all of May, sorry. Hmmm what's going on with me right now...
Come to think of it May has been a good month. Sorry if this post has a lot errors, it's almost 11 where I live, I'm abusing my "stay up as late as you want" privelage, my parents are at a party right now. It's for their friends fortieth bday, which is kinda ironic 'cause my rents are almost fifty, honestly age doesn't matter.
Did any of you see the finale of scrubs? It was so beautiful. I started SOBBING at the end... it was such a lovely ending. The song they played at the end is called "book of love" by Peter Gabriel, it's really pretty. If I ever get hitched, I want it to be played at my wedding. I'm happy that J.D and Eliott finally came to their senses, I've been waiting ever since I started watching the show for them to get together. The final montouge was beautiful, just the imagery and the music gave off a wonderful warm, fuzzy sentimental vibe. I love being sentimental, the present hurts.
The best thing in it, is that J.D and Turk are shown throught the whole thing. I love their relationship, take that Brody Gennar, THAT'S A BROMANCE AT IT'S BEST! Turk and J.D remind me of my brother and his best friend, they have a funny relationship, it's almost like he's a brother to me too.
Speaking of being sentimental, school is almost over. I'm PHSYCED for summer, don't get me wrong. I love it when it's warm and you have no routine, but in a twisted wierd way, I'll miss school too. I'll miss seeing my new friends, and rewriting story problems in math with my friends, and chatting with my guy friends, and my insane English teacher teasing me about Edward Cullen...sorry, I'm listening to the scrubs song...ahhh sentimental fuzzies.
I'll miss
randomly seeing the beatles in math class
my math teachers MSU obsession
drawing on Angels' converse
randomly running down the hall in mobile auditions
prank calling people
extra credit book club
consuming rice crispy treats
sitting in that little chunk-o-soccer field during lung
and being teased about George Harrison
scholarly candy canes
frugals
and planning the box that i'll live in since I failed insert name of test here
squealing over Adam Lambert
cramming for test
stupid French dialouges that I can honestly never see myself using
but not minding because, I don't know what the hell I'm saying
curling up in a corner and trying to write
giving hugs and cookies when needed
randomly bursting into song
wearing my tall person shoes
then having my feet ache because I just climbed up four flights of stairs in those shoes......
crap this was a good year.