The End of 2012

Well, 2012 is almost over. We survived the Apocalypse, which I guess is good. That's pretty much the ONLY good thing I can think of that happened this year, because you know, you never hear about people's good deeds. You only hear the bad things, like the shooting in Connecticut, for example. Some things can be interpreted either way, like Obama's re-election. Personally, I see that as a bad thing. No offense to you Obama supporters out there, but I actually think he mostly got re-elected because lazy, ignorant people didn't do their research and just decided to vote for whoever was currently in office. But I'm getting a little off-subject here.

This is a list I've made of bad things that have happened this year. I didn't bother making a list of good things, because frankly, I don't think there were any, really. You can call me pessimistic or simple-minded or whatever. I don't really care.

BAD THINGS THAT HAPPENED IN 2012

• Wisława Szymborska died
• Whitney Houston died
• Davy Jones died
• Dick Clark died
• Maurice Sendak died
• Donna Summer died
• Ray Bradbury died
• Sally Ride died
• The blackouts in India
• Neil Armstrong died
• The attack on Benghazi and the killing of our ambassador
• The Princess of Norway, Ragnhild Alexandra Lorentzen, died
• Super Storm Sandy
• Obama's re-election
• The shooting in Connecticut

I know a lot more things have happened in 2012, both good and bad, but this is all I can really think of right now. But don't let all these depressing things get you down on New Year's Eve. Have a party, drink a little (and by that, I mean ONLY A LITTLE), and reminisce about auld lang syne, and all that. Happy New Year, everyone.

Why I Hate Chewing Gum

If there's one thing I can't stand, it's chewing gum. Especially when people chew all the flavor out of it and then stick it on walls and furniture and things like that to harden. I HATE THAT!!!! It drives me absolutely insane! It looks so disgusting when it's wet, and it looks even grosser when it's dry. I live with people who stick their gum all over everything when they're done chewing it, and you know what? The gum is still there, because no one wants to peel it off. It's disgusting because it's been in someone's mouth! Once, in a parking lot, I stepped in somebody's freshly-chewed chewing gum that they left on the ground, and it just made me want to vomit! I actually thought my insides were going to come spilling out of my mouth! Sorry if that was too much information for you.

I don't like actually chewing chewing gum, either. The flavors are all artificial and usually some kind of minty crap, and once the flavor is out of it, it feels really gross and wet in your mouth. I want to throw up now just thinking about it. If you like chewing gum, that's okay. I'm happy for you, I really am. Just please, please, PLEASE don't spit your gum on the ground, or stick it on walls, or furniture, or anything like that. JUST THROW IT AWAY!!!

The Night Before Christmas

Today is Christmas Eve! I'm sure you've all heard of the classic "The Night Before Christmas" story, but many of you probably don't remember it. Some of you have probably never read it. So to save you the trouble of running out and buying a copy of the book, I'm going to type it all out for you right now.

"'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their bed, while visions of sugarplums danced in their heads.
And Mama in her kerchief, and I in my cap, had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash, tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow gave a luster of midday to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, and he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now Dasher! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen! On Comet! On Cupid! On Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall! Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew, with a sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas, too.
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head and was turning around, down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, and he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes--how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard on his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, and the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly that shook when he laughed like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, and I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying a finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, and away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

I know the punctuation is kind of weird, but that's not my fault because I didn't write the story. I just copied it as best I could. I may have messed up a few words, but there are a lot of versions of this, so I don't think that will matter. So yeah, that's pretty much it. Merry Christmas Eve!

Musicals

At this very moment, I am being forced to watch "The Sound of Music." You know, that classic musical? And you know what else? I really freaking HATE musicals!! Some of you are probably thinking, Who doesn't like musicals? Well, I DON'T!! Musicals are really cheesy and stupid. The plots are predictable and pathetic, the songs are unbearably annoying, the main characters are always stupid, goody-goody Pollyannas, and everything looks fake. There are often unnecessary scenes, just so there can be more singing! No one wants to hear those crummy actors sing their obnoxious songs! At least, I don't. Of all the musicals in the world, "The Sound of Music" has to be one of the most intolerable, fake, pathetic ones I've ever seen! In fairness to the writer of "The Sound of Music," I haven't seen that many musicals in my lifetime, and I'm sure there are some I'd hate more. But I can't think of any at the moment. I am not trying to offend anyone with this. If you enjoy "The Sound of Music" and/or other musicals, that's okay. Personally, I just can't stand them, and that's my own opinion, and I have a right to it, okay?

Smoking

A friend of mine mentioned smoking on her blog, and I agree with pretty much everything she says. She has two posts that discourage smoking: No On Tobacco and Smoking Sucks.

When I went to Disneyland, a companion of mine took me to a designated smoking area so he could have a few cigarettes. I saw two children standing nearby, playing some video games on a Nintendo DS. They were only about eight or nine and seemed oblivious to how much harmful smoke they were breathing in. There were two people smoking on a bench, and I'm pretty sure they were the children's parents. It broke my heart to see that both the parents were smoking. When I was a kid, my mother used to smoke around me, but my father never did. It was hard enough with just her, and I can't imagine what it would have been like if both of my parents had smoked. I wanted to tell the children to stay away from their parents when they were smoking, but of course, I couldn't. The kids wouldn't have listened to me, and it was none of my business. But I know I'll never forget how depressed it made me feel, especially since I also second-hand smoked when I was young.

An amusement park for children should not have any designated smoking areas. No place really should. People should either try harder to quit, or not start smoking in the first place. What really bothers me is that a lot of heavy smokers know smoking is bad for them, yet they don't even try to quit because they believe they're too addicted. I'm sure that if all smokers tried a little harder to quit, they could. I'm not saying it's easy. I'm not pretending to understand their addictions, either, since I've never smoked a cigarette and never will. I just think a lot of smokers would be surprised if they realized how quickly they could kick the habit.

December 22nd, 2012

We all survived the 21st of December. You're probably sick of me saying this, but please don't blame the Mayans for your mistakes. THEY NEVER SAID THE WORLD WAS GOING TO END ON DECEMBER 21st, 2012. We simply misinterpreted their calendar, and there's nothing more to it. As I said before, I'm sure they just got tired of making calendars. You would, wouldn't you? We all would.

As I also said before, there's no reason to be ashamed if you actually thought you'd die yesterday. We all get scared about irrational things, especially things that have to do with the end of the world. I hope no one was looking forward to Apocalypse. If you were, I'm sorry that you got excited over nothing. I also have to say that you're in pretty sad shape if you actually want the whole world to end.

It would be nice if we could just drop the subject now and forget about the whole thing. Some of you people will probably completely ignore me and say that the Mayans were the ones who were wrong, even though they weren't. And some of you will probably admit that we read the calendar wrong, but if you're a stuck-up jerk, you'll say that the Apocalypse is still going to come, just on some other day. I'm not trying to offend anybody with this. It's just, I know some people are going to be ass***** that refuse to admit that they were wrong. If you'd just accept the fact that you were wrong, we'd all be a lot happier.

The 2012 Apocalypse

December 21st is here; actually, it's already gone in some countries that have a different time zone than we do. We aren't all dead, so there's really nothing to worry about. If some of you were scared to death about the Apocalypse, I hope this is a comfort to you. There's no reason to feel ashamed about your gullibility. I get freaked out all the time about silly things. Now that we know the 2012 Apocalypse was just a load of crap, we can shut up, admit we were wrong, and go on with our lives. I wish everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

December 21st, 2012

December 21st is coming up. I know some of you out there may believe that the world is going to end and that you're going to die. You're probably trying to solve all your problems and pay back your debts and make up all the arguments you've had so you'll have a clean conscience when you die. That's great, and if it's what you want to do, then I support it. I just don't think it's Earth's time to die yet. Think about it. The Mayans existed in the B.C.s, and the fact that they were able to make calendars that went up to the year 2012 A.D. is pretty mind-boggling. If I were a Mayan calendar-maker, I would have given up after the first year, probably, because you know what? Carving the years and days into a stone in tiny symbols is probably very stressful and tiring, and I'll bet they just got sick of it and decided to quit in 2012. And that's fine, except we interpreted it wrong, and now a lot of us think we're going to die. If you're one of those people, I won't make fun of you or anything. I'm just saying, I think we're overreacting. And I'm pretty sure that a lot of pompous ass***** out there are going to blame the Mayans for misleading us, when really, they never claimed that we were going to die on December 21st, 2012. We just assumed that because their calendars ended. It is completely our fault, so if you wake up on December 22nd and realize you're alive, don't go around blaming the Mayans for being wrong and mis-predicting end of the world and all that. It's your own fault, and the fault of the scientists who were irrational enough to believe that Apocalypse nonsense. So yeah, all I'm trying to say is, you shouldn't worry too much about December 20th being your last night on Earth, because I'm pretty confident that it won't be. I probably got a little carried away here, so I'm going to stop now. Bye.

My Favorite Christmas Songs

This is a list of all of my favorite Christmas songs, in no particular order:

-Merry Christmas (War is Over)
-O Holy Night
-Hark the Herald Angels Sing
-Angels We Have Heard On High
-Christmas Day
-It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year

You can agree or disagree with me, if you like. Maybe you hate some of these songs. Maybe I didn't list one that you love. That's fine. This is just my opinion of what the nicest Christmas songs are.

Elam's Hallmark Store

Today, I went to Elam's Hallmark Gold Crown Store with two of my very good friends. We did a little Christmas shopping. There were some really nice things in that store. The clerks were very friendly, patient, and hardworking. The taxes are kind of high, but the initial prices are reasonable. We got a tiny china golden retriever and a mosaic humming bird window hanger for under $26. Yes, if you want a place to do your Christmas shopping, I suggest going to Elam's Hallmark Gold Crown Store first to see what they have for the special people in your life.

Color

Someone suggested that I add more color to my posts. Well, since I have a white background on which a lot of colors just won't show, that's not happening. Maybe my posts look "boring," or whatever, but I honestly don't care. I don't mean to sound like a stubborn, pig-headed moron, but I'm not going to change the way I do things just to make this crap look more exciting. Sorry.

Stars

I'm back again. I just want to say, I like stargazing. Constellations are weird. I just don't see the pictures. I mean, the Big Dipper is obvious, and the Little Dipper, too, I guess, but they don't look anything like bears, and saying Orion is a man with a belt and a sword and crap like that is just crazy. And people who create light pollution and stuff and block out the stars, you should be ashamed and switch to lower-sodium lights. There are solutions to the problems you are creating, but because of YOU, we all have to work a little bit harder. Not that there's anything wrong with work. I'm just saying.

And you people who are creeped out by the stars, know you're not the only ones. The stars creep me out, too, sometimes. They make me feel small and insignificant, but since I already concluded that I am in fact both of those things, I'm over it now. If you don't like the stars, don't block them out with your bright lights and things. Just keep your shades down and don't go outside at night.

By the way, these are just my thoughts at the moment. I hope nobody is offended by any of this, and don't be surprised if my posts are random and confusing. I'm probably ADHD, or something like that. My mind and body and stuff have to keep moving, so my brain skips around a lot. If you made it this far into the post, thank you. You have a lot of patience, and probably nothing better to do with your time. Thank you.

My First Post

This is my first post on my new blog. I am a pretty happy person, I guess. I'm not fond of the Internet, but I'm making a blog anyway. I think technology is moving way too fast. We don't need any more technology. Say all technology was wiped out like in that show "Revolution" (I don't watch it, but I think it's an interesting and thought-provoking idea.) We'd be left with nothing. NOTHING, I tell you! People need to slow it down and start appreciating what they have instead of trying to improve it. I'm grateful for computers and the Internet (I guess), but I also appreciate things like typewriters, libraries, and other parts of our history. Books, too, which are being replaced with these newfangled E-reader things. It's so sad that people in the future will probably never know what typewriters and books are. They'll just be things of the past. Future historians will probably find our old typewriters and make assumptions and theories and ideas about them that are all wrong. We keep making these theories about artifacts we find, and I bet most of the time, we're WRONG!

Getting back to the subject of technology, I hate smartphones and people who use them non-stop every freaking day. I hope they all wear out their data plans and go over their limits every month, which they probably do. I'm sorry if you're one of those people. I won't take it back, though, because seriously, you're wasting your time.