Harness the Goodness that must Surely Exist

Whyy doo peoplee usee doubllee letterss likee thiis all the ttimee? It looks ridiculous. It's one of those stupid trends that I hate and shall ever succumb to. I don't succumb to most trends, actually, but especially not that one!
And computer trends are the worst! Really, being trendy shouldn't matter anyway, but being trendy online is pushing it. It doesn't matter if your msn name "fits in" with the other msn names. Uh-oh, the trendy msn names won't accept me! Whatever shall I do? Grow up and find something to occupy your time with. Goodness. If you're accepted by the people you wish to be accepted by, than an msn name shouldn't change that. If it does, find new people who aren't so...how do you say...ludicrously demanding, perhaps? Ridiculously over-the-top? Annoyingly preoccupied with self?
For that's what it's really all about, isn't it? Trends, fitting in, all that jazz--it's about yourself. Such people do not wish to fit in for the sake of their "friends", nor for the sake of anyone else for that matter. They simply wish to fit in because if they don't, they fear that they will be alone or a loser or an outcast or something of the like. All they care for is their own "happiness" and desires. They can guarantee "companionship" if they dress a certain way or watch certain things or bully certain people or even type their display name a certain, "cool" way.
Little do they know that genuine people who could care less about that crap are right around the corner, awaiting your revelation.
I fall under the category of not giving a crap. I make a point to be different than everyone else, in fact. I'm not one of those annoying, equally-as-self-centred-as-the-trendy-folk "alternative" dressers who is actually the same as every other "alternative" dresser (chucks, metal accessories, studded clothes/belts, dyed black hair, lots of make up, etc). Those people are also trendy in their own way. I just wear what I like, and act how I am. I don't act differently around different people or sacrifice my morals for the sake of acceptance. Acceptance is hardly worth changing yourself for, as it is all fleeting.
Chasing after the wind.
The whole world is fleeting. All the world cares for is superficial, material things--attractiveness, wealth, success--but it's all meaningless in the long run. What happened to being a moral person? What happened to religion? Where have all the real people gone? Sincerity has seemingly vanished. Those who remain sincere are few and far between, and seldom find each other.
In the end, what everyone wants is acceptance, if not by the trend-following sheep, than by your work, your family, your neighbourhood--the world. But that's all the world really is, isn't it? Just a world. And i don't like to cuss, but it is a world full of shit. It is, you know it is. If you don't you really are eating it up (which relates to a cartoon that will soon be on my other blog, but i digress). Ignorance can be bliss, but what good has bliss done for you, other than keep you from knowing how things really are? Acceptance, as I've said, is about self. So if it's all about acceptance, it's all about self then, isn't it? Everyone cares about themselves, it is a fact. I do too. But when you are all you care about, when you are your own obsession, as is the case for so many of us, something has indeed taken a turn for the worse.
That is not to say I have no hopes for the world. I hope that one day, we will all learn to find salvation in God, and he will be able to truly demonstrate his might and ability to bring people together in love and peacefulness. One day His day will come, and I eagerly await Him. I know that there is goodness in this world. We just need to find it.

England Photos...Lots of Them

hallo again. I know it's still today. Pfft. Obviously. That was a stupid thing to say.

Anyway, just thought I would put a few choice pictures of mine from England up in here for my friends. If there's anyone else who reads this, well, you can enjoy them too, I suppose. Haha.

Also, I don't understand why some of them are so far apart, but I don't care enough the change that.

Yes, I know it's old news

Oh my goodness. It has been a while since I blogged! I have been meaning to so much. I started to yesterday, but my computer was being all screwy and whatnot so it didn't happen.
Anyway! So this is oldish news, but
OBAMA WON!
Yayyyyyyyy!
I was so happy when I found out. This is incredible! I still can't get over it. I'm living through our future's history. It's incredible. I just can't even describe how much it means to me, and how much it must mean to everyone else, considering I'm not even an American. Oof! Best news I've heard in a while! I'm thrilled! This exciting and invigorating and unique! It is a first, and hopefully not a last. Obama was truly the superior candidate. I'm glad I kept up on this
election.
In much less global and interesting news, at my dance class tonight my ex showed up. He just waltzed in and said he was "looking around". Hmm. It was unusual and very unexpected, and a little awkward considering that as soon as I broke up with him he started badmouthing me and here he was, watching me prance around in my tight little dance outfit. He left after a few minutes and there was mutual relief among us.
In even less intersting news (yes, there is such a thing), I bought new strings for my bass. Finally. My other strings were so dead and blah. They sounded terrible. Awful. Horrific, even! Ah, but now the sweet sound of fresh nickel rings pleasantly in my ear every time I plug in. It's a nice sharp, clear sound, compared to that awful muffled roundness I was getting from my very old, very exhausted strings.
I was jsut about to say good night, but I remembered that I just revived my vocal lessons again today!
Oh, Velma. She's such a sweet woman, and a fabulous teacher. I improved considerably in only half an hour. Of course, I was rusty and not really up to my standards, but there was improvement nonetheless. Velma Cook, you are a doll! An extremely talented fiend.
Goooooooooood night!

I Love You, Mom

Because of your birth, a young man needed not endure the entirety of his life without finding a true love.

Because of your birth, the ground has been blessed with two perfect feet that step with confidence and assuredness.
Because of your birth, the wind has been blessed with the chance to blow your blond hair about, creating wisps of unique beauty.
Because of your birth, the eyes of the world have been blessed to gaze upon your genuine smile.
Because of your birth, the needy have been blessed by your sincere and continual generosity.
Because of your birth, the sorrowful have been blessed by your uplifting spirit and words of support and kindness.
Because of your birth, the preyed upon have been served justice.
Because of your birth, your children have been blessed with a mother like no other, whose heart is in all she does and whose thoughts are insightful.
Because of your birth, the world has been blessed.
Today we celebrate your birth, an event indeed worth celebrating.
You are a vibrant, caring woman, whom I love and am eternally thankful for.

Happy Birthday, Mama.

CH-beware, it's contagious

Goodness! It has been over a month since I have posted to nobody about my escapades.
Well, in October I went to England. Hoooo! What a good time that was. I went for only a week, I'm afraid, and even more unfortunately, the trip was very "touristy" overall. I would have much rather just gone and experienced it for what it is rather than seeing the sights and flashing photos and wearing the ugliest, smallest matching backpacks with everyone else on the trip that you could ever imagine. Well, perhaps they weren't that ugly, but they were ugly nonetheless.
Alright. So. In England, we had many adventures, and despite my disgust at tourists (whether it is I or someone else who is touring), I rather enjoyed myself. We went to London, and it has such old, magnificent buildings all over the place. I loved looking at the architecture and as absurd as this may seem, I also rather liked feeling the old stone and walls and such. It made the buildings more real to me, I suppose. We saw all the sights one is supposed to see: Buckingham Palace, Windsor Castle, London Tower, Westminster Abbey--but what I enjoyed the most was when we simply had free time to roam the city for an hour or so. I usually went with my brother when we wandered, and we both ditched the backpacks so as to blend in and not be labeled as sickeningly touristy tourists. I love the cobbled streets and twisty-turny markets.
We also visited Bath for a day, seeing of course the Abbey there and the Roman Baths. My brother and I wandered a little too far and got lost for a short time, but we managed to swing on by the coach bus just in the nick of time.
Stonehenge is not as thrilling as they make it out to be.
Our hotel was "dodgy", as our Tour Director Gavin would say. Everyone else (eg. Collingwood Hicks, all of whom suffered from Collingwood Hickism) called it "sketch" and the name for our week there was "Sketch is the Word". It was sketchy, though. Really shady and dirty. It was a cheap hotel with pink walls, unchanged sheets, hairy bathtubs and all-around disorganisation. The Continental breakfast was horribly bland.
I liked taking the tube around. It was a good experience and I can now confidently negotiate my way around London's subway system, something most Collingwood Hicks would be proud of, but which I am merely stating. It's just a stupid subway, after all.
I had a lot of fun on this trip, I really enjoyed being surrounded by accents and the lingo worked it's way into my writing quite a bit while I was there. It's very cute to look back on that writing and see all the uppity British slang wriggling next to the casual Canadian slang. I made some new friends, met some babalicious men and learned a lot about the history that I don't much care about, but was valuable regardless.
While I was there, I was desperately missing my best friend and nonsexual love, Katelyn. I was alone in my hotel room, an atrociously atypical girl surrounded by supremely typical girls with nothing on their minds but having perfect hair and backstabbing. I so longed for Katelyn's companionship, I cried a little. I wrote her a sappy love letter. I wanted her to be there so bad! I didn't realise how much I do indeed love her until I was without her. However, I made the best of my situation and hung out with my brother and some people he knew. I was happy, but I could have been happier (I love you Katelyn!).
I also really missed my dog.
Anyway, when the time came to leave, I didn't much want to, and wrote about my longing to remain in London in my writing book. I captured it well. I was truly unhappy to leave, but I'm also glad to be home with my family and friend and dog. And the cats too, although I have a different relationship with them than with the dog. I'm a t peace with leaving London, and Collingwood still sucks. Everyone here still suffers from Collingwood Hickism (CH), surrounded by their quaint little bubbles that will more than likely never be popped.
I feel for you, Hicks. I do.
Thankfully, I've never been limited by a bubble, and I can't wait to get out of this crap town and get a life.
What else?
Hm.
Oh yeah!
I went to Wonderland yesterdayyyyyyy! Woot! That was also a lot of fun! We didn't get a chance to go last year for some reason, so this was my first time back in a while. The last time we went, Paramount still owned it, and we went during Fearfest, which is just Wonderland but Halloween-y and spooky. It was reasonably spooky.
But now that Paramount doesn't own it any more, all the ride names have changed, which isn't a big deal, and Fearfest has changed to Halloween Haunt, and it's WAY better. That's what we went to, obviously, as yesterday was Halloween.
It's a night, from 7-12-ish. Very spooky indeed. My brother's girlfriend almost made one of the actors who would come up to you and scare you at the entrance laugh because of the face she gave him. He smirked and had to turn away. One of the actors came up behind me and I knew he was there, and I turned around to look at him, and he made this ridiculous noise at me which I guess was supposed to be frightening, but it really wasn't. It was hilarious. It was this high-pitched squeaky screech thing and all three of us (my brother, his girlfriend and I) all started laughing our heads off. I imagine he was embarrassed and turned away. It was sooo funny. He did a bad job of scaring me.
But that was not always the case! The park was very spooky indeed, with lighting effects and decorations and dry ice and scary music and such. It was definitely very well done, the atmosphere was realistic and impressive. The Mountain looked particularly good with the moving spotlight.
Oh, Wonderland is a huge amusement park by the way, for those who don't know. I think it's the biggest in Canada.It used to be Paramount Canada's Wonderland and a lot of rides were named after movies, but they sold it so now it's just Canada's Wonderland and the ride names are different. Well, the movie ones are, anyway.
The newest ride is the Behemoth, which truly is behemoth. It's SO HUMONGOUS it's hardly believeable. It's the biggest coaster in Canada, and it greatly surpasses Darian Lake (or Six Flags)'s Superman. The drop is so steep it's craziness! And there are six drops in total. While the average roller coaster takes about 5-10 seconds to go up the initial hill, the Behemoth takes 30. 30. That's a big difference. I wanted to go on it sooo bad, but we didn't get the chance and the lineup was ridiculous. Next year, next year. It looks so fun! The other roller coasters don't cut it any more. I want a bigger thrill.
So, Wonderland in al it's greatness, was even greater on Halloween night. Super scary, super fun, super HUGE rides. Excellent, excellent. I love that place!
Anyway, so England rocked, wonderland rocked, and CH continues to plague our town with resilience.