Teenage drinking...

Parents: NO. It should stop.

Teenagers: Ha. Not happening.

I can really think of nothing else to say to this. Senior year, It's going to happen. As long as your livers are still intact, have at it.

Of course, it may not be ideal, but there really is no way to COMPLETELY avoid it, save something to the extreme of  a Totaliatarian government a la 1984. 

Post: Done.

Two birds on a wire, One Tries to Fly Away, and the Other...

Watches him close from that wire. He says that he wants to, be he is a liar.

Totally irrelivant song.

I think.

Public school or Private school? The most riveting debate to have ever plagued modern day society. In my opinion, public school is best (socialization witha wider range of individuals and whatnot), and it, in my opinion, best prepares children for life outside the hallowed halls of...  whatever schoo has hallowed halls. But, for the most part, I am fairly certain that the vast majority of the population forgot to care.

Take a seat, take your life, and plan it out in black and white

Midterms and deadlines. The bane of bane of existence for both me and every other individual who has the UNREQUITED HONOR of being left to fend for themselves in the monstrous abyss that is the public school system. And now, in grade 12, this abyss seems to have reached ann all time low.

Alongside having to have been exposed to Twilight and its various forms of stupidity via obsessed fans on a daily basis (high school is such a wonderful place), I have  indeed been forced to pull up my proverbial socks in order to be accepted into university. That's right. University.

Of course (of course), I have already been accepted, but still... I kind of wanna keep that. Which means I actually have to work.

Woryds, Wurds, Wards, WORDS...

Words are great. Really, they are. I write them a lot. Here are my Fave Words

1. Ineffable: Too great or extreme to be expressed or described in words: "ineffable beauty".

Beauty, in and of it's self, is a square word. So is 'Fear'. But when ineffable is added to them (added to anything, really) they becomes boundless in nature. 'Boundless beauty'and 'boundless fear' are far more emotinally powerful, and less asthetic.

I Have a Heart, I Swear I Do.

So, Here she comes. The Most notable Holiday recognized by the general populace. The one that comes after New Years (which was awesome, by the by),but before Easter and, if you're Ontarian, Family Day. We don't even get a day off to celebrate and make love to one another.

That's Right. Valentine's Day is the day of which I speak.

I, for one, will spend the day listening to slutty music that I don't even like (Ke - cha ching - ha, for example. Her name does not employ the English language properly. Therefore, I do not recognize it as being legitimate. Just saying). Nevertheless, I shall be listening to both her and Christina Aguillera's "Dirty," all the while pretending that I do, in fact, have a significant other to share the day with.

But not really... Because that would be kind of pathetic.

I don't know when this became a tradition. I think it just happened. There just always happens to be a profound lack of a significant other around that particular time of the year/ It gives me an excuse to listen to "Dirty," I'm not gonna lie.

All of my hipster friends (which make up about 85 - 90% of my peeps) are going to hate me. After V-day, they are likely going to hot-glue ear-buds into my ears and force me to listen to gratuitous amounts of Lily Allen, Mumford and Sons, Modest mouse, Stars, Mother Mother, The Maccabees, Stroke 9, Beirut, Jenny and Johnny, and Florence and the Machine.

I can't say I'd complain about any of the above. Other than the hot-glue part. But I'd get over that, I guess.

Anyhow, I'd recommend this to anybody for V-day. Of course, this is just me assuming that everybody is always single on V-day. Which might defeat the purpose of the day. It would be a mass Oxymoron. Oh dear...

Anyhow. Moral of the story: Valentines day is stupid. I'm not being pessimistic, I'm being realistic.

... It's That Time of Year Again...



SEE ALL THAT BLUE?! THAT MEANS ITS COLD!



Winter. The time of snow, runny noses, and Christmas. For me, it is the time of a perpetual sickness. I have never not been sick during the winter months. We're not just talking runny noses, here. Anyhow, winter is fast approaching (even though, at the moment, we are still locked within the dreaded messenger of winter, so eloquently called 'autumn' or, if you're a rebel, 'swinter'). Swinter has been good to us here "North of the place wherein there are places wherein the weather is never cold! Like California!" I think people in other countries call it Canada, I don't know. Does it ring any bells?

In Canada the winters are largely unforgiving for people like me. The people to whom I complain could attest to this. I'm a complainer, I'm not going to lie. I don't just grin and bear it, people will hear about it. I harbor an uncanny detestation for the winter months. For the most part.

Christmas time is a wonderful time of year. I don't have school, so I usually just don't leave the warm confines of my house. I have a fireplace, so why would I? Sledding is a once a year occurrence in my household (mostly because the kids are generally too old to care, but aside from that, we are just lazy and partial to warmth). We go, we fall on our behinds for a couple hours, and then we leave. I'm not saying it isn't fun (god knows it is), but, being the germ-ridden disease monkey of the winter that I am, I tend to regret it.

As a whole, I find winter (and the latter half of its predecessor) to be wholly unfortunate.

Why is this a thing...?

Also, not that I'm making fun of it or anything, but the acronym for Seasonal Affective Disorder is S.A.D. It's not quite within the same context of my feelings towards winter, but still, I find myself sympathizing.

Take me, Take me to the Riot. Then Let Me Stay

So, very recently, in the province that I call home, a few laws were struck down, and the consequence was something to the effect of... oh, I don't know... how about DECRIMINALIZING PROSTITUTION!

Now, I cannot say that I am particularly well-versed in regards to this particular subject... so I'm just going to rant. I don't do this very often, however, so bear with me.

I shall create somewhat of an ill-educated pro/con scenario for you.

Pros

• It will be safer for both the prostitutes and the Johns in that they will both be required to have been tested.
• Pimps will cease to be necessary.
• Girls would be doing it more for money than for drugs.
• Money is completely dependent upon work and offers a chance for great monetary success.

Cons

• More people would feel that they should prostitute.
• It is "safer," but that doesn't mean that it's entirely "safe."

SO. There you have my opinion. My honest-to-goodness, uneducated, opinion. Now that I look back on it, it wasn't much of a rant. More of a semi-organized queue of thought.

Thank you, and goodnight.