Mmmm Whatcha Say...

So I have this friend. She's kinda funny. She wrote this:

You're the sweet red cherry right on top
You're the laughing gas before the shot

You're the finish line at the end of the race
You're the gold medal when I win first place

You're the quiet oasis in the middle of the desert
You're the spongebob bandaid for when I get hurt

You're the ice cold water when I'm dying of thirst
You're the bright blue balloon that will never burst

You're the calm before the inevitable storm
You're the radiant sun that keeps all of me warm

You're the neverending song running through my head
You're the brand of butter that's easy to spread

You're the movie I love to watch over and over
You're harder to find than a 4-leaf clover

You're the spot of color in the midst of all the gray
You're the bold, brave hero that saves the day

Yet all these corny metaphors still aren't enough
Words can't express how much you are loved.

[zOMG gUyZZZ.] I love you too, Lee.

At this point you may be wondering why on earth the title of this post comes from that "Whatcha Say" song. (So I don't know the actual title or artist. Shoot me.) It doesn't. That song sampled from an Imogen Heap song called "Hide and Seek." It's much better. Go listen to that one instead of your pop-rap-hip-hop-junk or whatever you call it. Doesn't matter what it's called, it still sucks.

So I did a little search-with-relient-k-ing and I came upon this: http://www.globalissues.org/article/26/poverty-facts-and-stats
Read it all. It's horrifying. And yet nobody does a thing.
My favorite facts:

• Almost half the world — over three billion people — live on less than $2.50 a day.
• Nearly a billion people entered the 21st century unable to read a book or sign their names.
• Less than one per cent of what the world spent every year on weapons was needed to put every child into school by the year 2000 and yet it didn’t happen.
• Number of children in the world: 2.2 billion
• Number in poverty: 1 billion (every second child)
• For the 1.9 billion children from the developing world, there are:
  640 million without adequate shelter (1 in 3)
  400 million with no access to safe water (1 in 5)
  270 million with no access to health services (1 in 7)
• In 2005, the wealthiest 20% of the world accounted for 76.6% of total private consumption. The poorest fifth just 1.5%

I like how much of the money spent on weapons could be used to put kids in school. Not just some kids, all of them. It's sad. This is one of the reasons I'm so glad we went to the Museum of Tolerance. No one knew about all that's happening, and it never really hit home. Now it has, although I'm pretty sure nothing is going to stay nothing.

So I started writing a review of the concert on Friday. My computer crashed before I had a chance to finish. Hopefully Blogger autosaved. If it did expect said post to be either above this on or below it. I really don't know where it'll end up.

That's all, folks!
Nova.

Because I Don't Like My Family, That's Why.

Oh.
My.
Gosh.
My family is so annoying. Especially my sister. And my brother (oldest). I really do not wish I knew them sometimes. Now would be one of those times. They are going to drive me off the deep end, I know it. I know what you're thinking: "Really? Get over it. Everyone's family is like that." Yea, no. Everyone's family is not like mine. Not only are we not the perfect 2 3/4 children, my sibling all have ADD. That's right. Attention Deficit Disorder. This makes not only schooling difficult, but just being around them difficult, because if they don't eat right, they are HORRIBLE. (and that is another story all in itself.) This is why I spend so much time in my room, when I go upstairs just being in the general vicinity of my siblings puts me in a bad mood. You don't like your family? Come hang out with mine for a while then you'll be changing your tune sweetheart. I am so so serious.

But on another completely unrelated note, cussing. I've talked about it before, and how much I hate it. But what really doesn't make sense and makes me flat out angry is censoring. If you're going to cuss on something like Facebook, just say it! Don't star it out so you end up with **** and s**t. It's annoying. It's all or nothing bi***. See how annoying that is? It's annoying me just saying it. And if you're going to star it out why just not say it in the first place? Seriously. Seriously? Seriously. Get over yourself. Puh-lease.

Aren't people stupid? Argh. I'm not going to get in my Monday dose of the Phillip DeFranco Show 'cause my phone is dead. (If you don't know what that is, look up sXephil on youtube. It's one of the random channels I've become addicted to because I had such easy access to youtube.)

I guess I'll see ya,
Nova.

Apparently I Didn't Title This Post.

Oh, and if you haven’t checked it out yet, I recommend listening to the new Switchfoot and John Mayer CD!

[Hot dogs? Who would have thought?] Heh. I like you, emma.

Anyway. A tragedy has struck. My phone died. How? It fell in the toilet. ACCIDENTALLY. Accidentally. It fell out of my pocket. Accidentally. Did I mention it was an accident? It doesn't really matter, though, because no matter how you slice it my phone is still dead. This means two things: 1. I can no longer text anyone. 2. The only way I can go on the internet is on a computer.
Did I mention how I can't text anyone?
No.
Let me rephrase that.
I can't communicate with anyone unless they call me on my home phone or I'm the computer.
Those two things don't happen very often. Wah. I'm sad.

But speaking of Hello Hurricane, if you're reading this right now, you need to listen to Switchfoot's other albums. Right now I've got Oh! Gravity. in my ears. I love it. I forgot how awesome this record really is. You should go out and buy it. And The Beautiful Letdown, and Nothing is Sound, and Learning to Breathe, and New Way to be Human, and Legend of Chin.

I havta go now children.

That's all, folks!
Nova.

Hey Little Insecure Kid

Dear Haley,
You're crazy pretty. You could be a model if you wanted too. Furthermore, a lot of the time when you stand, you stick your hip out, which accentuates how thin you are. Stop with your insecurities, sweetheart, for they're in vain.
Love,
Lizabeth.
(P.S., if that sounded harsh, sorry. I'm kinda not in the best mood as of right now. It's not you're fault. Something just happened at lunch. Ask Ellie.)

So on that note: insecurity. Don't lie. You know you are. That's right. Insecure. No matter how hard you try you will be insecure. No one is perfectly OK with who they are. Guaranteed. When you get to a point, though, it needs to come to an end. Lately everyone's been talking about "Oh mah gaaaaaawwssshhhh!! My life is so haaaarrrrdddd!!! I'll NEVREVREVRR be good enuffff!" (Maybe I'm exaggerating, so what? It's fun to act like a snotty teenage girl. [I'm not calling y'all that, that's just what my over exaggeration is equal too]) Newsflash, sweetheart, you are good enough. You're perfectly fine exactly how you are, and I don't mean to be preachy, but that's the way God made you. Be proud kiddo. Embrace yourself so much that you want a strait jacket just so you can hug yourself. (LAWL) That's what I try to do, and like I say in dance, if I can do it, you can too.

So enough about feeling small and worthless. The other thing that was bothering me was violence. So what happened today was that my friend kept taking my other friend's drumsticks. These weren't ordinary drumsticks, they had belonged to his friend that was in jail. (don't ask, cause I don't know.) My friends kept jacking 'em and this apparently pissed him off. So it got to the point where he turned to me and said, "Will you be mad if I kill Cole?"
Me: Yes.
Him: Will you be mad if I badly injure him?
Me: Yes.
Him: Will you be mad if I use the most non-violent means necessary?
Me: *think* No.
This did not turn out to be the case though, because when my friend ran over to retrieve the drumstick, Cole threw it. So my friend stopped attempting to attack him but in his impulsive anger hit him with the one drumstick he had. I do not condone violence, I am in fact very much against it. I think violent video games are horrible. The tendency to resort to violence is the worst though. I think I'm going to say that my friend was in the wrong for hurting my other friend, because I just explained that this is not cool with me. (although my friend was thoroughly provoked.) I shall leave you with this thought: violence is not the answer. It's the question. The answer is no.

"So pretty, so smart. Such a waste of a young heart."
Satellite Heart - Anya Marina.

See ya,
Nova.

Now See Here

I won't do this often. I've already told you the majority of the posts found on this blog will be rants. Today is different. I found something I want to show you guys. Her name is Emma and her blog is www.twoheartsbeat.tumblr.com. I like it, its good. Go read it kids.

THE DENTISTS OFFICE SMELLS SO GROSS!! (that's where I am right now. I hate it.)

Anyway. I am tired of Dwayne Johnson. Isn't he EVERYWHERE? I don't go to the movies to see the same guy on two different posters. It's just annoying! Go away! It actually reminds me a little of Miley Cyrus. It's just that Miley has 3 careers and Dwayne has 1. He's just EVERYWHERE. It annoys me. It's not nice to put an annoying actor in every other movie. I don't like it. Go die in a hole, Dwayne Johnson.

So back to the dentist. I do not like it at all. The only part I remotely like is the clean teeth part. The rest is crap. Straight up. Why does the dentist have to torture us so?

This is the end of the line.
That's all, folks!
Nova.