Well…this is much better and cuter than that awful Rape Sloth meme. We need more of these!

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carriehopefletcher:

stayfear-less:

raggedy-andy:

3-amsecrets:

this is my favorite thing tyra banks has ever said

Tyra Banks can be problematic as hell, but I really like this.

Amazing! 

Brilliant!

Absolutely agree! No woman deserves that kind of treatment from anyone. Every woman and girl needs to hear this. You are strong, you are beautiful, and anyone who tells you otherwise isn’t worth your time.

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Well, I said I would post about this and since I’m currently at a choir competition, now is a good time for it. So without further ado… the choir songs rant! As you(whoever you are) can probably guess, I love to sing. Ever since around the fifth grade, I was not just singing for fun, but in choirs and groups. I love it, except for one thing. So many of the songs are extremely religious. It wouldn’t bother me as much if I were Christian instead of Atheist, but I would still question it. This isn’t just about me though. There are plenty of other non-Christian choir singers out there, yet they are forced to sing songs that are not true to their beliefs. The songs in question are primarily Christian obviously. For example, three of our six songs for the semester are religious, though only one is in English. That one song contains the lyrics “I will arise and go to Jesus, he will embrace me in his arms.” Let me quickly mention that I go to a public school, meaning no religious affiliation. Yet, even in an apparently secular environment, we have to praise a god we may not even believe in. It’s extremely irritating to me and if the higher choir organizations had any sense at all, they’d fix this. I just want to sing without feeling like a traitor to my beliefs. There are plenty of secular songs out there, so we should sing these instead. Need I remind everyone of the first amendment which includes the freedom of religion? Yeah right.

I know I should’ve put up a choir songs rant already, but the thing is…I’m a procrastinator. I’m always putting things off until the very last minute, even when I know I shouldn’t. This could be as minor as doing my laundry, or as major as that paper due on Monday. By the way, that paper actually exists. I have to write 400/500 words on an allegory for The Wizard of Oz. It was actually supposed to be due on Friday, but I had absolutely no ideas about what to write. Luckily, my teacher tends to give us a few days to turn something in. I have a few ideas now, but earlier today, instead of spending my time thinking about it, here’s what I actually did. In addition to snacking, I cleaned my room. But I’m not just talking making my bed; I mean storing things downstairs, rearranging items, reorganizing, etc. Ironically, there’s just something about procrastination that makes you super motivated. I guess I’ll do anything to get out of working. But I know that by the time Monday rolls around, I’ll have that paper done. You see, every time I procrastinate, I end up working on something into the night and being super-focused in order to get it done. I’ll be able to rest easier knowing that it’s done. Until then, the books are out of order and I can’t focus on anything until I fix them, or something of that nature. *sigh* It’s a habit and cycle that I need to break. But why haven’t I broken it yet? Go ahead, guess. You already know the answer don’t you? Go ahead and say it. Procrastination. Did I ever mention that it was my New Year’s resolution to stop procrastinating? That turned out well… Right now I’m procrastinating on going to bed, so I should probably just do that now. *must resist Temple Run*

That rant about choir songs? It’s still coming. But right now, I have news that I’m really excited about! Today, I checked my email and saw that I’ve been accepted into the college of my choice, Webster University! My mom and my step-father were happy for me, but not very outwardly excited. It’s not their style though. It’s also not my sister’s. I told her and she congratulated me in the most indifferent way possible. Well, at least my Facebook friends & family were more excited for me. Even a few Facebook friends I never talk to(Don’t judge! You know you have them too.) commented and liked my status. I’m not saying that you should throw a party or anything, but when something awesome happens, you celebrate it right? *crickets* Sigh… Well, enough of negativity. The important thing is that I got into my first choice college! Let’s just hope I’m ready.

I’m not going to go on a large rant this time (even though any bored person reading this may expect one about religious songs in choir in the future). I just want to share what happened to me today because unlike the rest of my mundane life, today was relatively eventful. Today I went to school where today, they were holding a blood drive and I was signed up for it. As soon as I got to school though, I realized that I forgot my picture ID. Luckily, I was able to get a spare information sheet with my picture on it from the office. I was pretty nervous throughout 1st Hour, but I kept myself relatively calm. Instead of going to second hour, I hightailed it over to the small gym, signed in, and read the information I was told to read. Then this doctor called me into one of the makeshift offices to fill out my information. She didn’t seem too happy to be here though, especially when I got hung up on a question about smallpox vaccines. Afterwards, she lead me to one of the beds(chairs? loungers? I don’t know.) where I laid down and waited in nervousness for a bit. After the needle was in my arm, a few students came around to talk to me, but I think that’s their job, chatting up the donators to keep them from being bored or nervous. When I was finished, I went over to the refreshment area, as you’re supposed to do, and had a few snacks. By the time I left, most of 3rd Hour was over. I started to notice that my arm felt sort of cold, but I figured it would go away. The bell rang and I walked to 4th Hour and my arm still felt cold. I tried shaking it a bit, hoping to stimulate blood flow. I was also on my phone, so I went to google to figure out if this was normal or not. And just as I was leaving an unhelpful web page when I started feeling lightheaded and…I fainted. A couple seconds later, at least I think it was a few seconds, I came out of the darkness and found myself entangled in my toppled desk, my belongings spread throughout the area. The substitute teacher was crouched beside me, checking if I was okay(Poor guy…) my vision was iffy, and my hearing wasn’t much better. Everything I saw was surrounded by lights and stars and everything I heard was muffled. The nurse came by, called a wheelchair, and rolled me down the hallway to the office. She had me eat some more and after she called my mom, I rested a bit before she came and took me home. I’ve been camping out on the couch for the most part ever since. I’m still a little weak, but hopefully I’ll be much better tomorrow. There’s a Fine Arts Festival going on and I’m singing there. So wish me luck…lots if it.

You know how some people completely miss the point of something and piss you off? There’s this guy in my Senior Lit class who was talking to his friends today. I was finding quotes for a paper we all have to write and I happened to overhear him say something that really made me mad. He said that people who commit suicide are stupid. He then went on to mention Megan Meier and said he had no sympathy for her because she was just upset that a boy didn’t like her. Excuse me? Does he not understand what she went through? She was bullied excessively. People were telling her that she was fat and ugly and that she should kill herself. On top of that, she was struggling with depression. Anyone put in that position would feel pretty hopeless. If it seemed like everyone around you hated you, including yourself, and you truly believed that it would never end, what would you do? What that guy failed to realize is that this the case for a lot of suicides. People are bullied, teased, even physically assaulted until they think that they shouldn’t live or that life is too painful to deal with anymore. They aren’t stupid. They’re hurting. When people have opinions like these, it just shows how ignorant they really are. Maybe if they tried to understand and help people contemplating suicide instead of criticizing them, there’d be less suicides happening. If anyone out there is thinking about suicide and reading this, even if things seem hopeless right now, there really are people out there who care and want to help. As time goes on, things will get better. Those people bringing you down, they aren’t worth crap. Someday, you’ll be happy and fulfilled and they’ll just be left with memories and lingering guilt. Don’t give up, because you really are worth it.

You know how people say that things have gotten a lot better for women? How women are now absolutely equal to men? Well, they’re wrong. Sure, we’ve made some gains. We can vote, we can get many of the same jobs, we can get an education. But here’s the thing: many people still see us the same way. We exist to look pretty, serve men, and make babies. The media makes sure of that. If a woman runs for a political position, such as President or Vice President, people won’t focus on what she’s actually saying. They’ll notice how pretty she looks or how messed up her hair is. How wrong is that?! People like Hillary Clinton, they are up on a podium, talking about the same issues the male candidates are. People will listen to the males, but then comment on how she did her makeup today? Are you f^€<!&g serious? Oh, and movies. Why is the man always the hero and the girl just there as a love interest/ damsel in distress? How about making them an actual character instead of just something for guys to look at? She has a personality! She has a mind! Don’t make her be there just for sex, seriously. Give her some respect. Or better yet, make her the hero. Make her someone who fights for what she wants or fights for others! Make her the chosen one! But skip the skimpy outfit, please. We don’t need to show half of our naked body to rescue someone. And we certainly don’t need eight pounds of makeup either. Do we really need to look as sexy and slutty as humanly possible to get attention? Apparently movie makers think we do and that’s completely absurd! We deserve better than this. We deserve to be heard, not just seen because, believe it or not, we have brains. We are just as smart as men, we are just as capable as men, and we should be treated as equals to men. If it’s any other way, we’re living a lie.

Some may say that presents are the most important part of Christmas. To them I say…I completely agree! I swear that’s not as materialistic as it sounds, just hear me out for a second. I’m not just talking about getting gifts from people, but giving them too.
Let’s be honest, it’s just not Christmas without decorative boxes wrapped in bows, placed ceremoniously underneath a tree. You might prefer giving over getting, but that still means that presents are important. There’s just something about searching for that one perfect gift, having someone exclaim with joy over something you paid for yourself, with them in mind, that just makes you really happy. If you’re one of those people who just gets gifts because it’s Christmas and you feel obligated to, CUT IT OUT! If you do that, you’re not really thinking of the other person. Therefore, the gift loses all meaning. Gifts are meant to bring other people happiness, not make them regret even opening the box! The best thing you can do is either really put some heart into the gift or just forget about it. Trust me, it’s worth it. For those of you that just aren’t good at giving gifts, here are a few tips. First off, think of the other person’s interests. Do they like fashion? Pick them up some nice jewelry or a scarf. Are they music nerds? Grab some CDs from their favorite artists. Just consider what they like and get a present to match. And if they still don’t like it, there’s always the gift receipt. You can even ask what kinds of things they would like instead for next year. And if they happen to have a wish list, stick to that list and make sure that no one else got them the same thing. Lastly, to those who can’t afford as much, as long as it’s truly from the heart, even if it’s small, it will be fine. Hopefully this will help some of you next Christmas. Have a Happy New Year and remember, it’s the thought that counts!