Moola $$

I have just been having this urge to go and spend money. I want to shop shop shop. Most people "need" more money. Some people seriously are dirt poor, others just want lots of stuff (I fall into the second category). Some people are parents and want to give their kids stuff, and others *ahem* Bill Gates *ahem* have so much money they wipe their butts with $50! So if I had one million dollars to spend this is what I would do.

I would put 3oo,ooo in a high interest savings account. I would put 100,000 in each account though, because that is the only amount that you get back if the bank goes under/is robbed. I would not donate charities I think that is just so annoying. Rich people feel good about themselves if they donate to charity. I think that is the lazy way of doing things. I would want to travel around the world and help people in other countries. I'm just so over everyone here. Of course I would try to set up an animal rights organization. PETA is just a little bit extremist for me and a lot of other people. I wouldn't really care about helping people as much as animals, because the simple truth is people often get on my nerves (classmates, my brother, random people who think they're cool but they're not, etc.). I would not change much about my lifestyle. I would probably hire a private tutor instead of going to school. I would travel more. I would probably wear the same clothes. I don't need a 10,000 dollar dress (and seriously who else does?). I would also probably help my parents pay for their stuff.

That is really all I can think of right now. What would you do with $1,000,000?

Rocket Woman

Well tommorrow is my school's rocket day thing. It is going to awesome, because I get to miss all of my classes. My birthday is on Saturday so that should be fun, but right now I have to do my homework and all that fun stuff, so I'll give you a "real" post on the weekend sometime.

I forgot a question last post so I'll give you and extra spicy one this time.

What makes a question a good question? (this was asked in my reading class earlier today)

I'll give you my answer on my next post.

Yesterday

Yesterday was my mom's Birthday, so we went out to eat at Olive Garden. It was delicious. I really wish that restaurants would list allergens in their food. I do not have food allergies, but I am a vegan so I don't eat cheese and it is very tricky to try and order stuff without cheese. I feel really bad for anyone with any sort of food allergies/intolerance's. It must be hard for them to go to restaurants and have to pick something that won't cause them discomfort. I will not die if I eat cheese (Of course on the inside I probably will, but that doesn't count). People who have deathly allergic reactions are probably going to have some issues with going to an Italian restaurant (Do you want cheese on your 5 cheese lasagna? I mean they must order a ton of cheese at Olive garden.)

Plinking it again

Well I've decided that Plinky is the way to go (I know you'd think I was selling their site or something), but seriously no one cares about that cute thing your dog did or what you had for breakfast so I should blog about something interesting. Today's topic is...

Name a book that changed your mind or opened your eyes.

As you can see by the picture, the book that has opened my eyes is The Jungle by Upton Sinclair. I don't think I will ever forget this book. He paints a vivid picture of what meat factories looked like in the early 1900's (and what they probably look like today). It is really sad, you follow a Lithuanian man as he sturggles in America. Everything around him falls apart. He then runs off to the country and becomes happy and healthy. For some odd reason he returns to Chicago and then you see the political side of things. I thought it was so interesting, the only only thing I didn't like was the last 10 or so pages where it was all about socialism.

Phhf

I'm just kind of uninspired. Weekends tend to do that to me (weekdays tend to do that to me too!). I think I'm just tired. Aw well the show must go on . I've been amazing myself with my keyboarding skills. I can play most Grade 1 pieces with some work (For those of you who don't know Grade 1's are basically the easiest piano pieces. The only easier level is the primer level). That is a progression! If I can ever figure out how to work the stupid connector cord I will put some of my playing on here. So since I'm feeling uninspired I'm going to plink it. I'm using a website called Plinky (Plinky[dot]com). They have interesting prompts to help you get over blogger's block.

You've been invited on a talk show to explain your job to the hosts. What would you say you do on a daily basis?

Yes I do realize I do not have an official title, but I do play an important role as a student of my school. I may not get paid in money, but I do get paid in smiles. For those of you who don't know smiles are the currency on Mars the planet where I currently wish I residing. I'll explain to you what I do. I ride a bus to my job, this allows me time to work on projects I haven't quite finished (a.k.a homework). Once I'm at school I'm herded like a sheep to my classroom. I'm then locked in there for 45 minutes. There are special occasions when I get to go run errands for my teacher. Next I move on to another room. This is my favorite part of the job. Band Class! I basically get to have fun and not worry about getting a good grade. If you can't pass my band class, you seriously are not doing well at all. The next two classes are a blur. Then I get to my second favorite part of the day...my lunch break. I get to enjoy my lunch break in the company of my 5 buddies, 200 obnoxious kids, and 2-5 adults who feel it is their duty to dehumanize you by making you ask permission to do basic things such as go to the bathroom or get a fork. The rest of the day pretty much is slow painful torture. Especially if I'm tired. It isn't difficult work, and that is what is frustrating. I could be watching T.V. and learn more than I do at my job, but hey we've all got to make a living some how.

Okay now here is today's question.

Do you itch or scratch yourself when you are itchy?

I scratch myself. You can scratch an itch, and itch a scratch. Don't try and reverse them. (Itching itches and scratching scratches sounds and possibly looks painful.)

The Freaky thing is

Okay well a few days ago I posed the Question, 'Would you rather by deaf or blind and why?' Well wouldn't you know it, we got into that very same discussion in reading class on that same day (I did not start that discussion just so I would have something to blog about.) Leave it to my reading teacher to make it into some big deeper meaning biblical stuff. I can't remember exactly what she said so I'll give you my version of what she said.

"blah blah The bible says something about eyes lead you not to trust and your ears lead you to trust blah blah Judging things by how they look blah blah."

Just thought that I would share that with you. My Birthday is coming up soon. I'm having a yoga party and it is going to be sweet. Speaking of sweet, My cake is going to be a yellow cake with Vanilla frosting. You omnivores are probably like, "Okay big deal, it is just cake." While you may eat cake often (or not) I get very limited amounts of cake so please deal with my excitement. I didn't realize you can order Vegan cake and frosting mixes. They have everything online. I was just wondering, 'Why can't Wal-Mart carry this stuff?' Then I realized they wouldn't be the greedy corporates that everyone hates if they did that.

Okay here is the Question;

If you could go anywhere in the world right now where would you go?
You would stay there for 2 months, be able to speak that language, it would be free and you could have a travel companion if desired.

Make me a supermodel

That is my newest obsession. If you don't know Make Me a Supermodel is a TV on the Bravo Channel. It has a few of my favorite things all rolled into one.

1. Pretty People (C'mon you know you like pretty people too!)


2. Gay Guys (They are just so innocent and non-threatning, you can't help but love them)


3. Fierce Clothes (The only time I get to see clothing that is expensive is on TV)
4. Amazing Make-up (Seriously wow, that is all I can say. I think the make-up makes the whole supermodel/fierce/awesome look.)

It is also sometimes annoying. On the show they get make overs to make them look edgier or whatever. Of course there are always one or two people who cry over getting their hair cut or dyed. It always bugs me. If I were in their position. I would be like, "You can shave it all off you think it would make me look better!" Obviously people who can't do that don't care too much. It is just hair don't cry over it. You know what it grows back too! When it grows back it looks exactly like it did before! (sarcasm of course)

Today I actually did my homework. I don't know what has come over me. I guess 2 weeks of no homework was enough to make me super bored. At the end of every post from now on I'm going to pose a question. Just one of those If you were stuck on a deserted Island... type of things. So here it is.

If you had to choose to either be deaf or blind, which one would it be and why?

My answer: deaf, I know I have no musical talents so it would not bother me, but take my colors away and forget about it I would just rather die.

Stretching

Yesterday I brought my friend (we'll call her RC for Rocker Chick) to my dance class. They had this whole bring a friend day thing and overall it was a lot of fun. I have a few things I want to talk about then I'll be moving on to the main topic of today's discussion. This class was a lot longer than I'm used to. The last 30 minutes or so I just wanted to leave. I was starving, and I was tired. We did all the stuff we normally do (stretching, warm-up, technique, and then a dance combination). There were a lot of people and 2 in particular that captured my interest. They were obviously friends (or they knew each other) and they had both obviously done some kind of dance before (You don't exactly do a split on the first day you come). The thing that was weird was they were both extremely large. I'm not talking about morbidly obese, they just had thicker limbs and an overall thicker body. I know it isn't all muscle either because it jiggled and muscle does not jiggle. It kind of threw my off. Everyone has this image or stereotype that dancers are all long and thin. One of them had this possessed look on her face whenever she did the combination or the technique exercises. I found it quite humorous. They were very good though and I enjoyed watching them.

As you might know one of my 3 things I want are to be a ballerina (or at least have that flexiblity and muscle). I mean who does not want to be able to kick their foot up to their shoulder? I think I have to really step it up. I've been doing flexibilty excercises every morning. I had to stop because I injured my left hamstring, but it is all better now and I'm taking a much slower pace.

That trip to the dermatologist defintely helped. It hasn't even been a week yet and I'm already seeing improvment.

Unexpected

Today has been filled with unexpected. They aren't really the good or bad kind, but the ones that are kind of just not what you expected. None of them are/were too spectalcular so I'm not going to go into detail. I just feel like anything could happen at any moment.
Today we played a really awesome piece in band (I play the B flat Clarinet, so the same instrument as squidward for those of you who don't know what that is.) It was this whole loco-motive piece. It sounds so amazing! It is fast and slow, and at some points it sounds like a train leaving the station. I'll try to find a recording so you can hear it.
Thank you everyone (When I say everyone I mean all of 3 people) for your comments, especially on acne. I feel less alone.
I don't know if I've ever talked about my dog max (when all else fails talk about your pets). He is a little princess (even though he is a boy). Here I am trying to type on my laptop, and max comes and shoves my computer off to the side (don't worry it didn't get broken). He always has be right in front of you and consume all of your attention. He is so needy, but he always loves you no matter what.
The 8th grade dance is coming up (well in May, but that is the biggest thing I have to look forward to). I was talking about it to the girl who sits next to me on the bus (some of you may remember her as blonde guinea pig). This is how the conversation went.
Me= M Her=BGP

M; Yeah some of my friends said they might not go, and I told them that they have to go because I don't want to go by myself.
BGP; Well someone might ask you.
M; Ummm, yeah okay (sarcasm of course) I think I'm too (air quotes) "Opinionated and snobbish"
BGP; No you aren't. If you were I wouldn't hang out with you.

If I could go back and change that I would also add that I'm not "perhaps externally beautiful". Just in case you are wondering, I do not have self-esteem issues. I'm perfectly comfortable with the way I look (well minus the acne of course). I just feel other people may not like me or whatever, but I don't really care. Boys at my age a extremely imature as well and do not look for anything other than a pretty face.

Update

Well, I've got about 2 minutes before I leave for the bus so I'm going to try and give you a short summary of the past couple of days. I've been taking my standardized tests. They are so easy I breezed right through them and finished them in half of the allowed time. I still have to take one on Science next week. That one is going to be the hardest. Other than that it has been the same old thing. Well I don't want to miss the bus... I'll make another full sized post after school. =)

Wife Swap

I think that would be an interesting show to be on. I would like to see how someone else lived. I also think I'm pretty open-minded so it would be a pretty easy experience (but who doesn't think that they are open-minded?). I just have no idea what kind of family they would pair us up with. I don't really think my family is really psycho. If you've ever watched the show you would get what I'm saying. This one family only ate raw food, and they ate meat. They were like, "Nothing in Nature is bad for you blah blah blah God loves us blah blah." I was like, 'Umm have you heard of poison or salmonella?'
Well, let's see yesterday I finally visited a dermatologist. I got this antibiotic thing and some cream stuff. I'm really crossing my fingers this time. Acne just really stinks and I'm over it. I took pictures to send to Murad. I think I should get more than a refund. I wasted time, money and thought processes on that stupid thing. The amount of frustration I had over it not working was un-BE-lievable. I was even starting to question my diet. I think I needed to take a antibiotic or pill or something, because creams can only do so much. Beauty is only skin deep, but apparently my acne isn't. That is just a metaphor of course.
I'm really thankful, on our way to the Doctor's office we got pulled over by the cops. We were late and my mom was speeding a little bit (12 mph!). Thankfully they only gave us a warning. My mom was already ticked-off that she had to take me to the Dermatologist, and I really did not want here to get any angrier.
I'm going to yoga tonight. I really am not getting the whole "letting go of competition." That is just not me at all. If I'm not the best I'm a loser and I really have to stop with that kind of an attitude. I'll start trying tonight and I'll tell you how it goes.
I hope you have a marvelous day and don't let the boogies get you down! =)

Random Ramblings

Yeah I know the human mind doesn't work on random. Every thought and idea is connected so it is virtually impossible to be "random". Well here is my attempt at it. Daylight savings time stinks. It usually takes me awhile to figure out if we are gaining or losing an hour and then I'm confused for a week because my biological clock is off-set. Darn you Benjamin Franklin! I feel relieved, I finished all my homework. I almost chucked my computer out the window. I hate Microsoft. Bill Gates sure scammed me out of a lot of money, because this system stinks. The next computer I buy will be a mac. PCs just don't cut it. I think this computer probably has another good 3-4 years. It is only two years old now. I should be able to save up for a mac in that amount of time. In case you haven't noticed I've added like 10 new blogs to my following list. I was hoping that if I followed their blog and commented on their blog they would look at my blog and maybe do the same. I'm going to give them a break people are busy, but if none of them have commented within 2 weeks I'm going to be seriously upset. Well I know this post was very negative, but it was a difficult day having my demon brother home all day (he is seriously the most annoying child in the world).

Manifest Destiny

Doesn't that sound like some coolish awesome title that was used way back when. Well it was and it was perfectly fitting for my day. Well I'll start at the beginning. Manifest destiny is a term a Newspaper reporter (in the 1800's) used to define the concept that it is America's destiny to own all the land from sea to shining sea. My take on this is well because "god says" we can kick other people off of their land and claim it as our own it must be okay. I'm not even going to go off on the topic of American land expansion because I had a marvelous day. It started out pretty normal. Rushed out the door, and doing half of my homework on the bus. Then I get to school and I forgot to drop off my band uniform in the band room. We had a concert yesterday in a nearby high school and we had to take our uniforms home. So I dropped it off and I said hi to some other band people. Then as I was walking out the Assistant Principal calls my name. I was in complete shock, I had no idea she knew my name. Usually school officials only know the names of trouble makers and I was just like woow. I even thought she was talking to someone else (there are about 2 other kids at my school with the same first name as me). Anyways apparently at the history fair ceremony- that I missed yesterday-I won $15. I had to miss some more class time (it was reading so like I really care) and go get some papers and fill them out blah, blah. I should be getting the money on Monday. That isn't the end of it. The rest of reading we went to the library so I have 3 books now. Then I went to band. Band is basically going to be free time today and all of next week (we have standardized testing next week so no hard work or homework). Some people listened to recordings of what the judges said about our performance yesterday. Our band director was ticked off, because we should have gotten a little bit of a better rating. We all know the judges didn't want us to get a good score because technically our band director isn't even a director. He is still going to college "learning" to be a band director. I (and pretty much all of the other band kids) think he is as good as or better than any other band director, but our say doesn't matter much. Well then I'm going to the rest of my classes same old same old. Then about half-way through the day some 7th grade band kids come in and there all like, "There is a band rehearsal today, right now." I'm all left in the dust trying to process what this means. I could pretty well guess that I was going to miss math (again not a big loss). Apparently the administration told my band director at his lunch time that he is doing a concert on Monday. I just can't believe that. We usually prepare for a month or more before a concert. Well we get about 3 days. I've got to practice like crazy over the weekend. We are playing 2 really fun songs. We are playing "Born to be Wild" and "Eye of the Tiger". The songs are for the testing pep rally. Before our standardized tests we have these pep rally things. I dislike them with atomic intensity. They mean we get to miss class though and that is all right with me. Nothing really exciting happened the rest of the day, but it was really nice to have all these unexpected surprises. Whether it was my manifest destiny, fate or karma we will really never know.

someday

For some people all they have to look forward too is the future. Maybe someday I'll be pretty, maybe someday I won't be so short, maybe someday people will get some common sense. I'm one of those people. Hopefully the future won't disappoint me. When you are young you have the hope and promise of tomorrow. Tomorrow can always be better. When you get older you're all like, "Dang it when will I stop aging." So essentially you are never happy you can never live in the now. I along with many others are concerned with things you just can't control. For example, you can't really help it if you have to breath the same air as ignorant, arrogant, butt faces, but what you can control is your attitude about it. So don't let anybody bring you down, and please (I know some people are annoying and they deserve it) but don't bring any body else down either.

Rush.

Life is so much like music it is scary. You have the director who is never satisfied no matter how well you do. I guess that would be your boss of some cranky teachers/people. You have the notes which are basically the tasks at hand. What you need to do. Then there are instruments you could think of those as your bodies. So many different kinds shapes and textures, they are also all very hard to get in tune and stay in tune. There are dynamics which make the tasks (notes) ever more so interesting. They add some spice and flavor to an otherwise dull piece. Then there is the subject of today's post the tempo. There are the pieces where there is a definite tempo change and you can anticipate it. Other pieces constantly stay at the same pace, but no matter what you can't help but speeding up or slowing down at certain parts. It is a bit frustrating when you are going along and then you are like, "What's going on? Why is everyone going so fast?" So you try and slow down, but you just make the whole band sound awful. I feel like that is happening to me sometimes. No one just sits and plays board games, or walks outside because they have nothing better to do than enjoy the crisp air. We are basically like the animals raised for meat except we consciously (or more like sub-consciously) inflict this on ourselves. We push and push and push to squeeze all the work and effort out of one item, person, device that it just isn't worth it. For example, okay sure you could have the job from 9-5 get home and rush rush rush, take joey to soccer kevin to football and jenny to dance. Get home, clean and go to sleep. All the while move, move, move. What kind of quality of life is that? I feel like I've been brainwashed. You need to do good in school, go to college, get a good job, and then make money, retire at 60 and start living then. Yeah like I'm really going to want to travel the world when I'm old an ugly (no offense to any seniors out there, some people age quite nicely. I could be one of them but I have a feeling my skin will yet again betray me.) I am just so unsure about things. I'm teetering on the edge of childhood and the rest of my life (I just make this all sound so dramatic, don't I?). I'm only 13 years old and I'm worried about a career. This is nonsense and I better get some sleep. I'll talk to you later. Until then digest my words, hopefully they won't give you gas (but that would only be because they are high in fiber).

Where is the love?

I'm feeling lazy today so I want you to watch this music video. It is so inspiring. If you can try and watch the good one on youtube.com I couldn't embed that one because universal music group disabled it so pooh to them. There are also some other good videos that people made themselves.

Here are the lyrics:

What's wrong with the world, mama
People livin' like they ain't got no mamas
I think the whole world addicted to the drama
Only attracted to things that'll bring you trauma
Overseas, yeah, we try to stop terrorism
But we still got terrorists here livin'
In the USA, the big CIA
The Bloods and The Crips and the KKK
But if you only have love for your own race
Then you only leave space to discriminate
And to discriminate only generates hate
And when you hate then you're bound to get irate, yeah
Madness is what you demonstrate
And that's exactly how anger works and operates
Man, you gotta have love just to set it straight
Take control of your mind and meditate
Let your soul gravitate to the love, y'all, y'all

People killin', people dyin'
Children hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek

Father, Father, Father help us
Send some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love (Love)

Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love
The love, the love

It just ain't the same, always unchanged
New days are strange, is the world insane
If love and peace is so strong
Why are there pieces of love that don't belong
Nations droppin' bombs
Chemical gasses fillin' lungs of little ones
With ongoin' sufferin' as the youth die young
So ask yourself is the lovin' really gone
So I could ask myself really what is goin' wrong
In this world that we livin' in people keep on givin'
in
Makin' wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends
Not respectin' each other, deny thy brother
A war is goin' on but the reason's undercover
The truth is kept secret, it's swept under the rug
If you never know truth then you never know love
Where's the love, y'all, come on (I don't know)
Where's the truth, y'all, come on (I don't know)
Where's the love, y'all

People killin', people dyin'
Children hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek

Father, Father, Father help us
Send some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love (Love)

Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love, the love, the love?

I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder
As I'm gettin' older, y'all, people gets colder
Most of us only care about money makin'
Selfishness got us followin' our wrong direction
Wrong information always shown by the media
Negative images is the main criteria
Infecting the young minds faster than bacteria
Kids wanna act like what they see in the cinema
Yo', whatever happened to the values of humanity
Whatever happened to the fairness in equality
Instead of spreading love we're spreading animosity
Lack of understanding, leading lives away from unity
That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' under
That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' down
There's no wonder why sometimes I'm feelin' under
Gotta keep my faith alive till love is found
Now ask yourself

Where is the love?
Where is the love?
Where is the love?
Where is the love?

Father, Father, Father help us
Send some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love?

Sing wit me y'all:
One world, one world (We only got)
One world, one world (That's all we got)
One world, one world
And something's wrong wit it (Yeah)
Something's wrong wit it (Yeah)
Something's wrong wit the wo-wo-world, yeah
We only got
(One world, one world)
That's all we got
(One world, one world)