Book Worm Love

I love reading, I really do and admittedly, I have fallen prey to many of the book fandom craziness that have swept the world. Hunger Games, read it (though in my defense it was when it was only mildly popular and way before the first movie.) Series of unfortunate events, Narnia, all read when I was 10-11. Alex Rider series. Percy Jackson. Divergent. Fault in our Stars. All of them and a bunch of other obscure series that no one’s really heard of (because I’m hipster like that). Didn’t do Harry Potter though, nothing against it just wasn’t allowed to read it when I was younger and by the time I was, the craze had died down and didn’t feel the need to, though one day I will. Twilight. No. Okay, my introduction to twilight was around the time the first movie came out. All my friends were reading it; I was in middle school so I thought, why not? Watched the first two movies, found it boring; read half of the first book, fell asleep. I just couldn’t get myself into it and Edward creeped me out with his stalking thing. I mean, I’d personally be like:

What I do remember doing is Wikipedia-ing the ending. Okay, was I the only person who thought it was weird, no, disturbing that Jacob fell in love with an infant? Sure she grew up fast and all but she was a BABY!!! Why are we seeing this glorification of pedophilia and just being like aww, it’s so sweet. They are imprinted forever.  That’s more of a nope moment.

I think the Youtuber, Alex Day also ruined it for me because of his series a couple years ago. That was also when any shred of respect for it completely left. I prefer to keep my brain cells, thank you very much and go read some… Shakespeare or something.
I know it sounds like I threw in Shakespeare as a random, well referenced author but I do legitimately like reading him, especially the comedies. (Favourite play is As You like It) His stories are humorous and clever and somehow relatable, all written in beautiful language—though admittedly, sometimes you need a little SparkNotes to appreciate that beauty. Now when I ask you for the name of a Shakespearean play, I’m sure one of the first ones you think about is Romeo and Juliet. That could possibly be the only one I absolutely hate that he wrote. Okay, he must have been slightly high when he wrote that. I think the thing I hate about it the most isn’t the plot itself, it’s more the fact that it has become the epiphany of what love is and that annoys me. Romeo and Juliet were just a bunch of hormonal teenagers who got so many people killed because they couldn’t wait.
 I mean let’s just analyze the ending, (*spoiler alert* but honestly if you don’t know how it ends, that is pretty sad because it’s been out for centuries and is a famous literary work.) Romeo finds Juliet ‘dead’ and kills himself in sorrow, she wakes up and sees him really dead and then kills herself in sorrow. Initial reaction: WTF? Okay, do you know how that story starts? Romeo was in love with some other random girl called Rosaline who wanted to be a nun so that couldn’t work. He met Juliet at a party his friend took him to so he could forget his troubles. Juliet is the freaking rebound girl. THE REBOUND GIRL.  Take that in. It took lover boy Romeo a whole afternoon to get over Rosaline. So if he had just used his common sense and been like, “oh Juliet’s dead. So sad. I’ll mourn her now but life goes on (and you know another girl could walk right in and I’ll ‘fall’ for her too).” Then Juliet would have woken up by now and it would be a happily ever after! Yay! But no, he had to be a stupid teenager. I mean he was what? 15? And Juliet was like 13? And let’s go back to the fact that it was THREE DAYS! Not even a week! Why are these people the romanticized image of love? I do not think at 13 or 15 you know what love is. You might know crush or infatuation or even lust but not love, at least not that kind.
Yeah, so that rant went off but it had to be made. My point is—I don’t even know anymore. Basically, Valentine’s Day is coming soon and I think the whole forever alone-ness moping part of me is creeping out. Anyway, love is… not something you find in 3 days at 13-15 years of age and is not some creepy guy watching you sleep. Also books are cool.
Yup, that was the point I was making. (It was probably gonna be some inspirational thing about the power of books and words but whatever).
Song of the Post: S.A.D. by Joseph Vincent
Quote of the Post:Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I’m not sure about the former.-Albert Einstein

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How to rule the world

Disclaimer: Everything in the post is for completely comedic purposes and should not be taken seriously. If by some chance you do take it seriously and use the plans and/or ideas talked about in this and it actually works, I would like some sort of recognition preferably in the monetary form. If the person and/or group that does this is an evil dictator and/or organization, then I ask for a place in your government however if you are overthrown, I will turn on you. Actually, it would be a lot easier if you just give me money because I’m graduating soon and it would be nice to not have to take student loans. If this is the CIA, NSA and all other organizations ending with A (not forgetting the FBI, INTERPOL, and NCIS) and you are considering putting me on a terrorist watch list, please refer to the first sentence of this disclaimer. You’re all watching me anyway and know I’m not a threat.
Have you noticed how every blockbuster movie has evil men trying to take over the world with the States as their primary target—word of advice, when aliens attack, do not go to New York. No offence to the home of the brave and the free but anyone who has even minor knowledge of how the world runs wouldn’t target the them first. Yes, they are a world power but with their current expanding debt and their growing obesity, they would not come into my own personal plan of world domination.
Now I’m not saying that I want to take over the world, don’t get me wrong. I’m just expressing my opinion of how I would do it if I were a powerful, power hungry war mogul who had her mind set on ruling the planet. Lucky for everyone, I’m just a seventeen year old girl who thinks that’s too much work and I have finals in 3 weeks.
So my plan for ruling the world is a mixture of simple political manipulation and simple creative imagination. The first thing I’d do is seize control of the Strait of Hormuz and the Bab el_Mandab, allowing me to control a major oil route and restrict access to many countries. How I will do that, like I said exams are in 3 weeks and I don’t have time to work out the kinks though I figure it will involve me becoming a charismatic leader with a great following—I’m thinking hipsters—and creating a private army. On the other hand,  I could just make it an army of angsty teenage soldiers who will do what I say because first, I’ll kidnap a couple popular icons (Justin Bieber, One Direction, Benedict Cumberbatch, David Tennant, Matt Smith, etc), hold them at gunpoint (or pay them meaning before all this I’ll have to rob a bank) allowing me to use them to use their fan girls. I mean that kind dedication is just what I need when trying to take over the world. I’ll also become friends with Russia (Well it will be more like, “Hey Russia, I’ll give you cheap oil if you do whatever I say” kind of friendship) and employing the use of the military. I would use the States military but they are way too patriotic to let a non American use it so that’s ruled out. 
The next thing I will have do is befriend China( by befriend, I’m talking about the same dealio—did I just say that—that I have with Russia. Then I’ll have China stop financing other countries and the economies of these countries go back into recession. Now of course the other countries will try and stop me, but with the lack of oil, lack of China’s money coupled with the Russia’s nukes, they won’t be able or willing to do much without careful consideration. So I’ll agree to a diplomatic meeting—through video chat because if I meet them in person, they’ll probably try and assassinate me. Also, I think it’s best to never reveal my identity just because if all this fails, they’d never expect a random teenage girl to do all this, and I’ll be good. Anyway, in this diplomatic meeting I’ll promise to let the countries get on with their business, give the oil, money and what not if they sign a treaty giving me absolute power. J
One thing I fail to mention is that I wouldn’t be a crazy-selfish apocalyptic dictator. No, I’d be very good in fixing the world’s problems. I’d hire a very extremist friend of mine, SD, as a director of threat eliminating who will… wow, that’s a whole other issue right there. Then I’ll divide and distribute goods better than they are right now. I mean I know it sounds a little communism-y but it won’t be. It would be like a socialist/imperialistic mixure where everyone will be fed and have adequate opportunities but—you know—you still have to work and stuff. So like Canada but worldwide.
But like I said, “ain’t nobody got time for that,” and my religion exam is gonna be brutal.
Quote of the Post: Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man’s character, give him power.-Abraham Lincoln

Song of the Post: Mad World- Gary Jules

In Hindsight

Happy 2014 everyone!

Can I first express how disappointed I am with technology? Hello, where are the holographic video chats and the flying cars? I was really looking forward to a new hoverboard for Christmas. C’mon Science! You’re slacking.

Now that I’ve gotten that out of the way, I wanted to do a little recap on 2013 and what this new year means to me… all that sentimental mumbo jumbo. Everyone seems to be talking about how 2013 was such a bad year with all the deaths and natural disasters. I admit it wasn’t the roaring 20’s but 2013 was an ok year. Like every year it had its ups and downs, but what year doesn’t? Here’s what 2013 was for me, the good and bad:

This is small on the grand scale of thing but if I hear “Blurred Lines” again I think I’m gonna shoot myself. I think a little part of my soul dies a little every time it comes on. There were others that were abominations to the Arts but that one particularly irks me. 

On the more serious side of things, a lot of people died this year, and I don’t just mean the famous ones. It’s sad, but I think what’s more sad is the fact that some people’s lives were considered more valuable than others. Don’t get me wrong, my heart goes out to the families of all those celebrities that died, but it also goes out to the others. Where’s the mourning for the infants that die every day in a developing country because they didn’t get the right facilities to cure a disease as simple as the common cold. Or the newly orphaned family who’s mum died of HIV/AIDS. Then there’s the death of Nelson Mandela. He was a great man and an inspiration to us all. However, I don’t understand why everyone was so sad about his life. He lived a long and fulfilling life, we should be celebrating it, not mourning it. Nelson Mandela isn’t a man who died, He LIVED!

National Disasters were another wave tragedy in 2013. They were devastating, I’m not gonna argue that. However, the human race is faced with great tragedies every year. I think it says more of how we deal with it and the triumph of the human spirit. Even with all the horror, I say many band together to help those in need. Now let’s not argue the merits of charities and if all the money got to them, but the fact that people went out of the way to help and donate to the cause is what we should be discussing.

This year is honestly a blur to me. I know it’s not been the best because I remember being sad or mad or whatever but I can’t remember what I was mad or sad or whatever about (real intellectual sentence right there). I make me think how insignificant that was in the grand scale of things. Like the ice storm we had here in Toronto.  Sure it sucked and we lost power but at the same time it forced me—and others I bet—to actually spend time with their family this holidays. I know the whole “silver linings” explanation usually sounds so terribly cliché but I warned you this post will be filled with sentimental mumbo jumbo. The anwswer don’t always have to be grand and mind blowing, sometimes it’s something we already know but choose to ignore.

Now on the positive side of things, these are more personal than the above ones. 2013 was a good year for friendship in my life. Not only did I wake a lot of new friends but my friendship with current ones really blossomed. I have a lot of friends who were just people I didn’t really know but hanged out with but I think on a more emotional level, I got to know many of them this year. I guess it’s because it’s going on my third year in one place which is an achievement for me. I’ve only stayed 3 years in one school once before and this will be the last time because of me graduating and all. It was also a great year for new friends. You know how you have these connections with people where you click and become amazing friends in such a short period of time, well that happened to me a lot this year. It must be because of all the camps and the mission trip I went on and being forced to spend time with the same people around the clock. What’s even more amazing is the fact that I still kept in contact with a lot of them which usually doesn’t happen. I’m tired of regretting cultivating friendships that could have been so I decided to change that. This year was also one of life changing experiences. True, I had to travel to another side of the world to experience it, but it happened none the less. So yeah, I guess 2013 was a good year for me. I dunno how it was for you, but what I do know is that no matter how bad things get, there truly is a silver lining.
Sorry for the cheesiness with extra cheese.

Quote of the Post: “I am fundamentally an optimist. Whether that comes from nature or nurture, I cannot say. Part of being optimistic is keeping one’s head pointed toward the sun, one’s feet moving forward. There were many dark moments when my faith in humanity was sorely tested, but I would not and could not give myself up to despair. That way lays defeat and death.”- Nelson Mandela