I Remember This Stupid Shit.

Man, I was so dumb and immature back then. However, reading my last blog post kind of inspires me. I remember that day.

That's when I was really becoming who I am now: namely, a feminist. Angry. Passionate. Loving. Pissed off that more people aren't pissed off. Now I'm into beat poetry, and not manga. Now I play guitar, and not boys' mind games. Now I think for myself and set my own course, and not let the stupid media magazine bullshit they pass off as advice lead my life.

But still, what a dumbass I was.

Revolution Girl Style Now

Riot Grrrl.
Bitch.
Slut.
Whore.

These are words describing women of the feminist movement. Third wave feminism is still upon us. Right?
Lately I've been listening to Bikini Kill. The short, angry bursts of Kathleen Hanna is more than enough for you to pick up her power. Kathi Wilcox, Tobi Vail, and Billy Karren's playing is the riff and beats of the FemMovement. The songs I like most are "Rebel Girl" and "Don't Need You". Women empowerment is still relevent with the recent running of Hilary Clinton for president. Is the women movement still here? Maybe so. I've searched for the "Riot Grrrl" and have found a lot of angry women. All in all, it's pretty beautiful. Togetherness.

Don't need you to tell us we're good.
Don't need you to say we suck.
Don't need your protection.
DON'T NEED YOUR D**K TO F***!

They're not anti-boy. They're pro-girl.

You don't like it?

SUCK HER LEFT ONE.

AGHHHHHHHH!! Somebody Help Me!!

In the beginning of the school year, our school loaned us an HP notebook laptop computer. I wrote stories and things like that on the Word Document and saved it to this thing called Thawspace, where I would permanently save things.

So of course we had to turn them in. I saved all the documents that I wanted on my MEMOREX traveldrive (it's a USB 2 GB). Now that I put it in another computer, it won't let me print or even view the documents, and I really need some of them. Whenever I try to open a file, it gives me this weird gibberish that I can't understand. Now I'm really sad, and I can't get my writing back.

Can somebody help me? Please? I really need this writing! Some of it is essays for school and summer...

Violet

I dunno what to write about. I'm listening to the song "Violet" by Hole. Courtney Love is the lead singer, and she was Kurt Cobain's wife. He was the guitarist and lead singer of Nirvana. BOTH BANDS ARE INCREDIBLE.

But um...life is okay? That's all I can really say. Life is going pretty well, but that's about it.

Luckily, There's No Ice Skating in Hell

I offically hate ice skating.

Our school went ice skating today and I must say, if I ever felt like a loser, it's now. My good, good friend, (we shall call him "Mac") has been crushing my heart since October and there's nothing I can do about it. However, he likes my friend, "Cho Chang" and she's like...you know, not me, making her therefore perfect. I did not ice skate, because sliding on my ass is not something I want to do.

Mac fractured his knee, but he wanted to continue to skate, but when I told him, "No, sit down," he yelled at me, "No! I can do what I want!" and when Cho Chang told him the exact same thing, he became gentle and said okay. Asshat.
So far, my only therapy has been crying to "A Case of You" three times.

On the plus side, they had an arcade at the ice rink and there were these little rubber pencil toppers in the shapes of animals. I got a penguin, a pig, a cow, an elephant, and a monkey!

Mr. Penguin is a depressed accountant who comtemplates suicide when he sends out tax audits.

Mr. Pig is a lawyer. (There is so, so much psychology in this one.) He swindles money from Mr. Penguin until, in an act of anger, Mr. Penguin throws him off a magic cliff made from jelly beans. However, Mr. Pig is still alive, smelling like jolly ranchers.

Cow is a feminist. She believes that getting milk from a cow's udders is considered innapropriate touching.

Mr. Elephant is a kind old pacaderm who believes that there is goodness in everyone. He went to a lot of hard rock concerts as a teenager, and seeing Ozzy Osbourne eat a live bat's head has scared him so badly, he decided to work with people who have been frightened by concerts.

Mr. Monkey is an alcoholic. Need I say more?

On the minus side, I got an extra elephant and gave it to Mac, who gave it to Cho Chang (who said thanks and walked away).

I can't help but feel this will be another wonderful case of Murphy's Law. Everything is pretty much screwed right now, so why not add something even more midly stupid in my life?