Don't wear makeup

WHY IT’S STUPID TO WEAR MAKEUP

1) If you decide to go swimming, playing in the rain, or somehow getting wet, you’re screwed; and who wants to lose their spontaneity by keeping their faces dry

2) Do makeup wearers just not rub their eyes?

3) Don’t cry

4) Ten minutes of applying could have been spent writing. Running. Playing piano. Leaving the house on time. Tumblr. School work. Dragon slaying. Showering.

5) It’s not even healthy?

6) I mean putting paint with strange chemicals on your eyelashes probably doesn’t make them grow longer over time

8) Wait why do you want to look different than your natural appearance?

9) FALSE ADVERTISING

10) If you’re trying to cover acne or something, it’s only going to give you more

11) I mean think about it, your pores are going to suck anything on your skin into your skin including sweat, dirt, dead skin cells, and makeup

12) It’s going to cost you like six dollars for cheap lipstick, five dollars for mascara, and at least ten dollars for foundation

13) And then you just wash it off when you get home

14) And if you don’t that’s gross

15) If it’s expected for a girl to wear makeup, this is where you say HECK NO I AIN’T WEARING MAKEUP

16) Who wants to conform to society?

17) Guys don’t wear makeup so why do girls have to

18) It makes a mess and smells weird

19) Do you need anymore reasons?

20) No you don’t

how to be a poet

Being a poet

Is not that hard

All you have to do

Is press enter a lot

That makes it okay

That it doesn't even rhyme

Write about moons and stars

And somehow vaguely compare it to love

My love for you is like

All the stars in the sky

Shining brightly on the dark blue canvas

And something about forgetting the world

Don't forget the heart beats

Heartbeats are essential for poetry

Tears

But darling

Gosh darnit this is so inspiring

Try it out

I think it's foolproof

the horrors of youth

I am so sick of seeing teenagers that think all they need to be happy is a boyfriend or girlfriend. If they could just find someone that loves them, they can finally feel beautiful and confident.

No. False. Happiness does not depend on when you find your soul mate. Your life does not build up to the point of being loved, and having a lover won’t boost you self worth or solve any problems. Be confident in your brilliance, know that you’re a beautiful person in and of yourself, and no one else can change that.

Enjoy your freaking life. Live it because you were intended to live it and no one else was. Don’t give anyone else the opportunity to have an opinion over you. Don’t let anyone love you for the sake of being loved. Don’t let yourself love anyone for the sake of loving. No one can save you, no one can make you, no one can break you, no one can tear you down, no one can build you up, only you can let those things happen to you.

writing cliches

WRITING CLICHES THAT EVERYONE USES:

1) Doesn’t matter what the story is. Doesn’t matter what the plot is. Somehow there will be a love interest and somehow it will dominate everything else and get in the way

2) That main boy doesn’t have a single flaw. He’s muscular, he’s tall, he’s athletic, he’s a cutie pie, he’s smart, he’s sweet. Go ahead and try to find a real boy like that.

3) Main girl is pretty much adorable in every way. But she’s quiet and thoughtful therefore she thinks she’s hostile and awkward but everyone wants to be her?

4) Boy and girl fall in love and never even consider looking at another attractive person.

5) The couple shall not die.

6) The cute pet with a funny story about its name

7) No one ever has small talk.

8) Main characters only have slightly admirable flaws. Such as easily angered righteously or cares about people too much.

9) Boyfriend saves the day

10) Everyone reads books and drinks tea and writes poetry and watches the stars

11) Girl thinks she’s unworthy of liking therefore she becomes even more worthy of liking

12) Everyone’s in love and if they’re not they don’t care/don’t matter

13) Hero girl is irritated by girly girls

14) Mother worries

15) No one ever pees. No one is ever on her period. No one ever eats

16) Hero boy gets hurt but that’s ok he’ll recover in like four minutes

17) Heroine’s boyfriend is put above her best friend

18) Chapter one. It was the summer of...

19) Hero can do everything

20) No one ever does anything embarrassing

21) Don’t worry you’ll get your cute boy

22) He’ll probably show up in the second chapter with vivid description of his hotness

23) I don’t know about you but my characters’ grammar is perfect

24) Being skinny

25) Character can run like 47 miles and never gets winded

26) The only time couple argues is because he’s worried about her safety

27) Hero wouldn’t dream of wasting time on the internet even though in reality that’s what every teenager does

28) Oh yeah, hero is always a teenager

29) Boy seeks out girl more often than girl seeks out boy

30) If you don’t die I’ll never leave you again

Ballad of a writer

     Become a writer, they said. It would be fun, they said. They didn't mention that writing turns you into a complete monster. Enjoy those waves of creativity before bed? How about at 1 AM when you have a sudden brain implosion and you simply can't sleep until you open up this floodgate of words? So then I decide to cave in and get my iPod. After recovering from temporary blindness, I make a note to change my brightness settings and open up notes. Then it's time to stare blankly at the screen for the next fifteen minutes. And this is where the monster part comes in.
     Ever written an outline for a research paper? Or attempted to classify animals or plants? If you try to understand my brain, a scientist would do it this way. It starts with 1) A Generic Thing. This could be anything I choose to write about, like maybe writing. (yes, I write about writing.) But before moving on to number two, you realize that A Generic Thing has a few things to be mentioned. So then you have, A) A Generic Thing's First Complication. B) A Generic Thing's Second Complication, and C) A Generic Thing's Third Complication. Then suddenly realize when you're all the way down the list at Z) A Generic Thing's Twenty-Sixth Complication, you look back and realize that Q) A Generic Thing's Seventeenth Complication has some extra little buddies that need to be discussed. Then you have things like A.1) A Generic Thing's Seventeenth Complication's Extra Complication Number One, until you run out of letters and numbers you can actually spell. Finally, if you're lucky, you may have a neat little equation that belongs in the back of a trigonometry book.
     Now that you have it in perspective, try to understand that I like to write free-verse poems about complicated topics that I soon realize can't be described in words. And I have a fear of forgetting things (even though I never do) so when I want to write, I do it. NOW. Even if it's 3 AM. So take all of this and multiply it times forty-seven, then add school, sleep, social life, any life at all, and writer's block.
      If you weren't fully convinced I'm insane, now you know. 

A random post about Thanksgiving

Warning: I've concluded that if you're not me, this post won't make much sense. I guess this post won't make sense, then.
     Let me start by saying that I really love Thanksgiving. Stuffing my face until I'm sure I'm not going to eat again until Christmas. I love finally listening to Christmas music (even though I have already been since October). It's pretty nice that my cousins and I sit at the table arguing and playing word games instead of awkwardly listing what we're thankful for. Everyone uses the same thing, anyway. Family. Pets. Food.
     I have to say though, I hate that flood of emails and commercials that all protest about something along the lines of turkey annihilation. It's worse than the Chick-fil-a cow. The most annoying of all are the people who try to be funny and wish me a Happy Turkey Day, which comes in comparison to how much I hate pumpkin pie and potato skins.
      The best thing that I can think of right now, though, is the break from school. I'm homeschooled, so I don't get many days off. If I can do school, I have to do school. I don't want to think about Chiang Kai-shek and the Chinese Nationalists saving Taiwan from communism or Escribe el pronombre y la forma del verbo que corresponden a la persona again until Monday. Not only that, I need a break from incessant piano playing for lack of something better to do or guilt on Saturday because I'm playing video games and not living in the woods making a log cabin or something.
     Another bonus: reading The Hobbit and Robin Hood for eight hours in the car tomorrow morning.
     So this Thanksgiving, remember. Turkeys were created for us to enjoy. But don't carelessly say "Happy Turkey Day!" to me. Because I will smack you.

Nine things that make me laugh.

1) Wombats
2) Winning arguments when I know more about biology than the person I'm fighting with does.
3) Emails that claim I'm gonna die tomorrow night AND have bad luck for seven years if I don't forward.
4) Trying to explain facebook to an adult.
5) Trying to explain my frequent injuries. (I jumped off a ladder and broke my finger. I hit my eye on a microscope and got a black eye.)
6) Justin Bieber.
7) Getting in the way when my best friend is hanging out with her boyfriend.
8) When my dog sneezes.
9) People's reaction when I claim I've never seen the Dark Knight Rises.