Three old draft-posts in one!

Title: Okay, so there IS a God

Of course there's a site that does lolcats, Star-Wars-style.

That is all.

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Title: A list of uselessness about me and why yes I AM self-centered)

I am useless. This has been established over and over and over again, thank you very much. So in honor of uselessness, I'm going to do a LIST. Scandal. And this list, instead of being thought-provoking or even humorous, is simply going to be things about me that you probably never needed to know. There will be a quiz on this later.

1. I have a horse blanket sitting on my rug. I won it as champion rider for 2007 in my level, but the problem is, I have no horse. So I took it home, because it's fleece and a fairly pretty blue plaid, and now it's on my rug.

2. I currently have a bag of candy from Valentine's Day, a packet of almond roca, a tin of apple sours, and an drawer of other assorted chocolates and sweets, all inside my room.

3. In the winter, when I get cold, I sit on the floor heater.

4. I feel more awkward saying "lesbian" than "gay". I don't know why. I just do. (EDIT 5/3: I suppose I should mention that this makes me feel horribly guilty, but I should also mention that the awkwardness has receded in the past few months....so to those who feel offended, forgive me?)

5. I felt horrible when one of my model horses fell of the top of my desk and its leg broke. It is now dubbed the "Suicide Horse" by my parents, but I had my dad superglue its leg back on, and I'm worried if I put it back on top of my desk, it'll fall again.

6. I do 1000-piece jigsaw puzzles in my spare time (of which I have very little, being a chronic procrastinator).

7. I used to sing Hindustani classical music, but I hated practicing and so I quit. Now, when I see my old teacher, I like being able to tower over her. She's short.

8. I'd like to punch someone properly before I die, for no other reason than I think it's easier to accomplish than climbing Mount Everest or curing cancer.

9. However, if that someone happened to be an ex-boyfriend, I'd feel like I was in a bad Japanese soap opera. Or any Japanese soap opera.

10. Catcher in the Rye is a tasteless book and its protagonist can go die in a hole with Donald Duk and Meursault. I like flamboyant books, even if they're cheesy.

11. I have really knobbly knees, and they make me happy for no reason at all. I also have knobbly elbows, but I see them less.

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Title: Why are all these dogs out clubbing?

And once again, my post-title has nothing to do with the post at all. It will be tangent-filled and useless, but you already knew that (or you've never read this blog before).

But my first point isn't even actually a point. So there. It's actually an angry flail against girls who go to parties with over 2000 people, dress like a slut, and then complain about getting groped. Yes, there is someone in particular who I'm thinking of--but she's more of an idiot than I thought she was if she puts herself into situations where she's surrounded by drunk teenage guys and then makes it seem like she was about to be raped. Logically, of course, she would have left the party. But in true drama-slut fashion, I'm sure she stayed so that she'd have a good story for the next day. What. The. Hell.

It's not even just her--there are people who dress provocatively and then make a big deal out of getting watched by perverts in downtown. Not even approached. Just looked at. Apparently pervs now come with X-ray vision. I'd admit, in a moment of hypocrisy, that I'm really jealous, but it's just not true. I'll pass on the self-objectification, thanks.

It just seems so goofy to me that "feminists" would wear revealing clothes just to get attention, and hell, this is probably a super-pointed attack. It's not meant to be. I can understand, vaguely, why some girls do the things they do, but at the same time, I'd prefer if they go spread the drama somewhere else. There's a difference between dressing to look good, dressing to get attention, and dressing to get drama, and anyone who's desperate enough to put themselves in possibly dangerous situations just for the drama needs help, fast.

And then, of course, there are the frosh--also known as the sex maniacs. There are girls who plot to wear sheer white shirts to dances so that their bras are visible--and then they take it one step further, and they wear leopard-print bras. That's just TACKY. I mean, it's sort of okay for the seniors to be outrageously skanky, because they're seniors and usually it's funny rather than wrong. But these girls are what? 14, 15 years old. At risk of sounding like an old lady, they're children. I mean, are the guys they're trying to attract even taller than them yet? Hell, for all I know, it's not even for the guys as much as it is for the drama, and for the shock value--and that's just pathetic.

If they want to make a statement, they could always just learn how to krump. Either way, they'll look like idiots.