leasthelpful:

It says you are the most impossible customer in the world.

No this is not a post asking why the people I follow don’t update more often, but rather one about how I don’t.  Don’t get any ideas, my avid readers.  For this is not an apologetic letter begging your forgiveness for my transgressions (in the form of not providing adequate entertainment which you have come to not expect anyway from my updates).  Such a post, originally a bright idea to stave off expectant readers, is now simply a cliché attempt to avoid sounding cliché.  I have not, nor will I ever write such a post, apologizing for my lack of updating, as it would entirely compromise my integrity as an honorary blogger. :> That said, here’s my explanation for my lack of updating. 

Look at tumblr

Despair over my lack of posting

Reaffirm my resolve to come up with a clever post which will result in a chorus of laughter in the ears of my recipients

Weeks later, actually come up with something   I have to (be clever!)

Decide if I want my 5 followers to see it or if I want my 5 followers plus 194 others to see it

I post my clever thing on facebook

Look at tumblr

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We all know how it is.  You walk into Mrs. Rath’s classroom.  We think to ourselves “It doesn’t matter what if the teacher doesn’t require us to do work.  I’m a responsible person and I’m going to do the work.”  The next thing you know, you’re avoiding the busywork assignment while talking, in an undertone, to your neighbor. We end up writing answers for the sake of answering.  However, the avoidance of busywork, and even deaths inflicted ( http://sandyunicorn11.tumblr.com/post/9979655988/my-writing-is-dead  )

 are far less pressing issues than the degradation of our morals and ethics.  There are constant and fruitless attempts to keep the class silent for the duration of the period (in itself an impetus for tears, as it is supposed to be an english class, where discussion should be encouraged not dampened) means that the teacher is constantly screaming at people, making the noise level 10x higher than it would have been otherwise.  At this point, the best way for a student to avoid punishment is to accuse another of talking.

Just like the witch hunts we were “learning” about, accusing another exonerates oneself, guilty or not, while denial of the charge is tantamount to a confession.  This is degrading and allows dishonest turncoats to thrive, while those of us who refuse to forsake our friends are devalued, debased, and thoroughly deprived of any chance to learn.

Furthermore, weak work ethics are naturally selected for in the English class.  Resourcefulness, making the most of every moment will get you a ripped up homework assignment and a welt from a pinch.  Speed is valued over creativity, analysis, depth, or basically anything important.

It is a great tragedy that our learning has been degraded in such a way, and I sincerely wish it was not so, yet there is no remedy, nothing to do but wait for the class to end.  To make matters worse, the teacher is a wonderful person, so those of us who value learning would feel terrible saying a word against Mrs. Rath.  Therefore, we do not, we simply long for a better teaching style and an era in some distant, undefined future, where we can enjoy our English class take the time we need to write what is meaningful and look back on current times as nothing more than a memory.

waitiaminlove:

sandyunicorn11:

Due to popular request… Haha, yaaaay freshmen biology 

GLOBAL WARMING

So I’m on the bus home, and, unfortunately, we have to pick up the junior high students.  Now everyone has this view of high school students as the greatest terrors ever to walk this land.  They are nothing, however, compared to the swarm of pubescent hoodlums which ride the bus from Aptos Junior High. I swear we weren’t that bad when we went there, but who knows? Maybe we were.

Anyway, our story today starts with a kid who looks rather like the AP Euro version of Gilderoy Lockheart.  A short, slightly portly junior higher who’s countenance, bespoke an air of friendly kindness.  For some reason, junior high students feel it is their duty on earth to make other junior high students feel inferior, so they began teasing the kid (sitting next to me) mercilessly.

Now, let me get something straight.  I like to tease my friends as much as the next person.  I’ll make fun of something silly they say (e.g. “seagulls are green”,”our we the only smart ones”, “I can’t feel my … … .”, “there’s water in my mouth”, “you don’t care about me enough to saturate me?”, “that doesn’t go there, sicko”, “I bought a five-foot sub”, or “mine”) But only because I know they can take it and that sooner or later I’ll say something stupid like “god point” and they’ll turn around, make me feel stupid and we’ll all be even.

We don’t tease people that don’t deserve it

At least, not to their faces :>

But junior high students have no such inhibitions.  For no reason in particular they decided that this kid was their mortal enemy and made fun of every thing about him.  Now I didn’t do a thing.  I’ve never had to deal with bullying.  People don’t bully me, for whatever reason.  I think it’s because they know I wouldn’t give them answers if they did.  I think of it as a preemptive precautionary measure, if I give answers to potential bullies, they’d be afraid to beat me up lest they lose their source of “intelligence” (half the answers I give are wrong anyway, but some people are so stupid it still helps them get better grades). Thus I was ill prepared for facing bullies, especially in the defense of some random kid I don’t know.  By the way, if you’re expecting anything exciting to happen, you need not read further, nothing really happens, this is just my impressions of perhaps the first true bullying incident I have witnessed. [Even the Pedophile vs. Ditherbag doesn’t qualify since it was teacher bullying student, not an effort between peers (besides, I didn’t witness it)].

I wasn’t doing anything, but those junior high kids seem like they could be like piranhas, or perhaps hornets, swarms of annoying little things, best left alone.

  Anyway, the bullies eventually disembarked, to trudge home, alone, to their houses.  After that, the kid next to me relaxed a little, but seemed to remain wary, as if he expected the attack to recommence at any moment.  A junior high girl across the isle from us asked the name of the boy next to me.  I think we both expected her to resume the attack where the others had left off, but after he told her his name, she simply said it was a cool name.  He seemed socially awkward, but she didn’t seem to care.  They left at the next busstop, together, and holding hands after they got off.

It seems Karma works after all.  He seemed to have gained a girlfriend.  Pretty cool.

If this post was really boring, I’m sorry, here’s a funny video to make up for it:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AjtXdvGPjI8

 For the benefit of the uninitiated (in music) I give this explanation: Eyes, pauses; ears and nose, accents; whiskers, crescendos; mouth, mordente, outline of head, ties; collar, staff; bells, notes; body, two phrase lines; feet, two crescendos; toes, flats and sharps; tail, two ties.

There was a young curate of Kew
Who kept a tom cat in a pew;
He taught it to speak
Alphabetical Greek
But it never got farther than μ.

So I’m looking at funny posts, wanting to reblog them, when I realize the only people that’ll see it will already have seen it, since there are about seven of us. And we know each other in real life and therefore follow eachother and noone else {at least in my experience [making the reblog button (again just for me) rather useless]}.  GIVE ME A BUTTON I CAN USE, TUMBLR!

Oh, look at that a nice little heart.  I can use that.  Wait a minuet. It’s a heart.  Hearts seem to signify love, or some other sort of idealized notion which, in any case, does not come from a lump of muscle tissue doing nothing but using the almighty

Adenosine triphosphate

of cellular reactions {way to change my font size after pasting from wikipedia for emphasis (and cuz I can’t spel)}.   Anywho, back to my main-side-point-tangent-reversal: why the heck do people equate a lump of flesh with that-which-brings-happiness-and-warm-fuzziness-or-unfun-depression (depending on if you experience it or not).

Seriously

Really though

Not even joking

(I’m so romantic)

But really, how does the first one have anything to do with the second one?

HUH?     (YOU FANCY, HUH?)

I know the ancient Greeks or something had this idea that your heart is made of fire and burns up food to create energy for your body, but other than love being roughly equated to fire/fiery passion or whatever, I can’t think how that myth would be any more responsible to the current belief that heart has anything to do with love.

The point of the original tangent off of which the tangent of the tangent sprung 

was what if I don’t love a post blog blogpost? What if I only like it?  No offense guys, but I’m not going to fall in love with a funny, or even a brilliant post, I’m going to like it.

How am I going to get around this stumbling block? By using my knowledge that  .  The heart is an organ, and organ that keeps us alive.  AN ORGAN THAT I LIKE! THEREFORE IF I  A BLOGPOST, I LIKE IT, I DON’T NECESSARILY LOVE IT!!!!!