Short-sightedness

I'm quite short-sighted, but I wear contacts for it so I'm fine and I think I'll freely admit it here. One example is this here blog. When I close this window, I'll probably forget about it again for quite a long time. It's odd though, because I'm not the type of person who goes around searching for blogs to read, and yet here I am, typing away, wondering who might stumble on this, and frankly, the answer is "likely no one". Unless I do something famous/infamous--at that point, then it's just up for grabs.

But the reason why I bring this up is because one of my best friends from elementary and middle school recently posted a lovely status thingy (speech?) on facebook, and it was very inspiring. She also mentioned she was thinking of starting a blog soon, which made me think of this. Man, if something isn't in front of me, I forget about it. I suppose I'm a very in-the-moment person, which is very strange, and sucky, considering I thought I was somewhat philosophical and annoying.

Letting go of the actual blog subject content, recently in my life, I got some BB cream. I love it, which might just be that obsession feeling that will disappear after...I've done obsessing. Something else that's come up is my watching Mock the Week episodes, not just that one little part, Scenes We'd like to See. Now, I can really see why people miss Frankie. After watching him for a bit, he's just grown on me. Kind of interesting, because I can get a taste of the European dialect and culture and stuff through the show. I also get a dose of politics, so I suppose all is nice.

What else.....Well, it's exam week, so I've been rejoicing over my 6 day weekend since I don't have school Thursday, Friday, Monday, and Tuesday. Hurrah!

I think that's it for now; I have Lit and Anatomy tomorrow, so, until next time!
The Onion Cat

SAT Cat

Wow. What a break from blogging. And you know what, non-existent reader? ...well, to be 'h'onest, I really didn't care.

First of all, worthy of noting, I'm going to be taking SAT Subject tests tomorrow--namely, Biology and Math. So good luck to me, and all the other test takers out there!

Second, I've come to see the hilarity of saying honest with a pronounced 'h' sound. Quite amusing. Quite.

Third, I'm going to try to go to bed. Early. Like, 9:30 kind of early. That's like, going to give me an almost sufficient number of hours of which I will utilize in an unconscious fashion in order to refresh my neurons and repair my body!

Fourth, I'm not sure if that made sense.

Fifth, I skipped "third"

Sixth, I lied--I actually didn't.

Seventh, I'm trying to get back into blogging--and failing. But mostly because I really shouldn't be pissing away my time right now when I should be either reading the SAT book thing, or preparing for bed. But actually, I just remembered that journaling about your feelings about something that gives you anxiety can help to curb choking and thus let you focus more on getting awesome scores! (NovaScienceNow, people! Watch it~ so awesome~~~)
Choking is supposed to be caused by communication between two centers of your brain, and the area hyped up with anxiety (like, the part which is responsible for that sort of thing) starts to bother an adjacent part, which is the area used for thinking of smart stuff for good scores. Or something like that.
But by journaling, you get to address that anxiety-freaked-out part so then you can focus on doing good on a test! Or whatever you're doing. I guess I'll attempt journaling....now!

I'm a bit nervous about how I'll do on the SAT Subject test--specifically, biology. I know I've got the math part down, probably, but looking through the biology review book has made me realize that I've still a lot of concepts I'm either fuzzy about, or don't know the names with the explanation (I'll have heard of the theory, and know a concept, but don't know that theory is the name of the concept). I'm really scared about how the test will turn out--no pressure, right? But it also doesn't help that my day has been stressful. I was supposed to have had these edits done, but I hadn't contacted the person I needed to for the edits, and that marred my day a lot. You know, with the immense disappointment in myself that I felt.

Remember this, kids--being a perfectionist is not a good thing, in full honesty and from what I've experienced or seen. Being a perfectionist holds you back--but if you have the right mindset--sufficient motivation to really want to go places and make you not only active, but proactive, in your endeavors, perfectionism is perfect for you. But if you're lazy like me, or if you don't know how to tell yourself 'no means no' like me, or if you're overly shy like me, being a perfectionist....it sucks. It just holds you back more because you don't want to present anything less than perfect to everyone else, which means you aren't presenting anything.

Just know that people don't expect perfect, and that your work is likely better than you realize.

Just as I hope for excellent luck in my performance, I wish equally fortunate circumstances upon your endeavors. Whoever you are, of course. (Traffic is quite bleak on blogs...or perhaps just mine?)

Pokemon White 2 has been amazing,
The Onion Cat

Comment Misinterpretation

Hey guys, I'm back! </speaking to an empty room>

It's almost like if I say it enough times, it becomes untrue. Anyhoo, I just felt the need to express myself about this one thing that bothers me, and that's comment misinterpretation.

I was on youtube, watching this Onion News Network video called Four American Troops Tragically Killed Along With 23 Afghanis, and after watching, I thought that the video did a good job portraying...well, I'll just post a screenshot of my comment below.

don't stalk me so I posted as "Cowgirl5155", but I've been getting a lot of replies of people saying "That's satire", or along those lines, as if I don't know what satire is. I know what satire is. I know it's a joke. I just thought I would point out that I thought it also did a good job at making me think. I wanted to comment because usually, The Onion simply makes me laugh as they tease, but today, they reminded me about the enemy versus ally.

In 6th grade, we held a mini debate in class about what good is versus evil, and I told the teacher I wasn't really sure if there was an answer. In the example I used, a spy from country A would be seen as evil from country B, and good in country A, while a spy from country B would be seen as evil from country A and good in country B. The point is that while we may believe that something the other side is doing  is evil, when you get right down to it and put yourself in their shoes, you'll see that from their point of view, what they are doing is good. Killing thousands is good and bad--it simply depends on what side you're not. Not that I'm advocating war or killing or anything. I'm just pointing it out. The death of one can be tragic or be a reason to celebrate. It all depends on context.

I'm not sure whether or not it is our place to judge. You will hold your opinion, and I'll hold mine. I just hope that people realize that sometimes, they need to step out of their "context" and into someone else's context.

Happy for thumbs up, but sad for misunderstandings,
The Onion Cat

--girl look at that body

First, let's knock this outta the way. I love nerdy stuff, so when I stumbled on this comic, I thought it was hilarious. But xkcd always has funny comics.

Anyways, I feel semi-bad but not really for not updating for 10 whole days, because really, who reads these? Close to no one. And who would want to? I don't say anything interesting. But anyhoo, I've been swamped by stress due to my stupid choices in academia, which makes me wish I was stupid and didn't have to do anything.

I forgot what I had to say :(

*sigh* ... --girl look at that body

Well--Oh yes! I was going to talk about my club. Like, no one is in it, but the people that are at least, matter to meeeeee~ they're all my fronds <3 :D So we've been doing some fun writing activities. I just hope it's not like, too boring, because I try and think hard about activities to do for the club, so I'd be kind of sad if I was just letting down my peeps.

Nerp.

Ya know, I loooove Lady Gaga's song, Paparazzi--it doesn't seem like one of her usual songs, I guess? Also among songs of hers I like that don't seem like "her" is Eh, Eh, Nothing Else I Can Say. Sounds nice and sweet.

Well, that's all for this update~

See ya later, through your window!
The Onion Cat

PS. Confession: I've been doing poorerly in Math recently. Bye!

Restlessness

Looking back is painful enough

to see the accomplishments of a younger me,

an innocent comeuppance I cannot triumph.

Restless I am, in a journey through time.

Hoping for a sanctuary of a safe nest

of fragrant stalks of standards I may rise above.

I look down upon my infancy,

and choke, feeling jealousy, 

at my capacity of responsibility.

Restlessly move on further,

lingering on my segment of budding education,

despising the intelligence and potential I held.

A stride forward yet, and I fall into a pit of black,

of delicious darkness that demanded attention;

I leave it yearning.

Now we are here, in present day,

lacking in talent,

lacking in display.

Losing flexibility,

shirking responsibility,

descending adaptability,

self directed duplicity.

Doggedly onwards,

pushing forth.

Oriented backwards,

fated to fall into the hearth.

- The Onion Cat

PS. I'm finding I really like the rhyming thing in the last stanza xD

Wine Red

A song holds significance,
strange above all others.
Tugging at the heartstrings
of associated time long past.

Unique and special
to my memories within.
The song is alone
in isolation.

A solitary lump of song
in a dark and solemn pool
of past depression
and music suppression.

Never heard before,
or ever since;
introduction by one
where our relationship was a cinch.

Social awkwardness
bridge paths across appearances;
phenotypes irrelevant,
when the psyche trumps the reality.

Song traverses time--
connects me to the past.
Linking me back then when
I wanted pain to last.

- The Onion Cat

Breaking Dawn Part Eye

Kay, so, I just took the trash out, and I happened to see that my mom had Breaking Dawn open and was watching. She'd gotten Breaking Dawn part I from the library, but I didn't want any part in the Twilight Saga anymore because I would get so obsessed mentally with it (and I'll tell you why a bit later).

The movie I actually enjoyed--well, what I saw, and the thing is, I don't intend to watch anymore than I have to. Maybe I'll watch Part two for closure. On the other hand, I'm doing find so far, so why push my luck?

The problem with the Twilight Saga is that...Well, no matter how annoying I find Bella to be, and no matter how bland and lifeless they deliver the lines, or how cheesy the lines are, etc, the fact simply remains that I am immensely jealous of the world they live in. Like, I want so badly to be Bella, so I can turn into a vampire--to make my own decisions and see how or where the story might've changed.

I know this sounds bad, but I want to have the power to kill. I want to be powerful...an outliar...I want to astonish them with the self-control I possess; show them that what Bella did wasn't that special. I probably could have done what she did if I was in her place...and I wouldn't have raved on and on about her baby being male, and exactly like Edward....*shudder*

The problem is that the story seems extremely realistic minus the addition of the vampires, werewolves, etc. Like, the addition is pretty subtle...like an add-on or something. It's enough to make me hunger...when I read the series, my mind would like, yearning to see what powers I'd gain, what I'd do, etc. I'd project myself into the story, and afterwards lie in a daze, wishing I could be a character in there...I wanted to see what would happen--what I'd change...just...what would happen >_<

A weird thing is that I kind of want to lose control...like, I want to lust after blood and thirst for it everyday. It's weird, because when I read it, I wanted to enjoy a taste or a spree--indulging myself freely, with secure knowledge I wouldn't have to stress another day. I want to enjoy the horror that others would feel. If I were a vampire, I'd want to bask in the glow of power.

But I mean, at that point, I sound like a monster. I think I'd have enough control, and ethics instilled in me to not act on those feelings, but I'd love to be tempted.

I'd like to have a  reason like that for angst.

Sorry it's been a while,
The Onion Cat