This is a visual of all of my dear nerdoms, Star Wars, Marvel, Harry Potter. I have a lot more, but to save time, this is all you get to see today. You’ll see lots of cool stuff, hope you enjoy! Live Long and Prosper, friends.
I Don’t Remember ‘Perfect’ in the Job Description (SSR)
I am a 14 year old girl, and I walk around sucking in my gut in a pathetic attempt to look like i actually have a flat stomach. I don’t. Neither do most girls. The difference: I still feel comfortable in a swimsuit/bikini, while there are other girls starving themselves to have the perfect body. Well here’s a newsflash: there’s no such thing as a perfect body. There is only what society accepts as “perfect”. But who are they to say what’s perfect on you? In my own personal opinion, you have to be happy with yourself, because even though you may not look like Angelina Jolie, you are the perfect you.
Now that last sentence probably didn’t make too much sense, but I’m here to tell you that you look beautiful and just because the girl that sits next to you in math class weighs 20 pounds more or less than you does not make her any worse or better than you. I know this is probably really cliche, and you’ve probably heard it a million and a half times, but it really doesn’t matter what’s on the outside that matters. Bigger girls can be the nicest, or the meanest people and the same with people that are twig thin. Who cares about the number on the scale when your a wonderful person? And if you’re a terrible person, well I don’t know what to say to that. Fix it I guess.
My mom always says ‘You can’t demand morality.’ To me, that means that I can’t tell you that you’re being an idiot, or try to tell that something you have already done is wrong, but boys and girls alike, you have got to stop using weight as a weapon. Yes I say weapon, because that’s what it is. A weapon is something used to strike a target in a violent way with intent of harm, and that’s what you’re doing when you say “You’re such a cow, you’re kidding your self if you think I’d ever go out with you!‘ or Are you seriously eating a hamburger? I didn’t think you stomach could handle anymore food!‘ and guess what? You may think it’s funny at the time, but when that girl you called fat is lying in a hospital bed having passed out from starvation, it won’t be.
So I leave you with this: Be nice for goodness’ sakes, Santa’s watching you know. 😉 Goodbye darlings.
Give Me A G! Give Me An O! GOOOO Team!! (PB)
Cheerleading is really very fun. Once you are added to that squad, once you see your name on that list, you are part of a tight knit, loyal, fun group of girls that will back you in any situation. In all truth, you are becoming part of a new family. What really gets on my nerve though, is when people stereotype us, like we must be the popular, mean girls, and that its all backstabbing petty drama. Its really not. Every squad I’ve been a part of has been super close, and very supportive of everyone. While this is really very annoying, there is one thing that annoys me even more than that….
I seriously hate it when people say, ‘Cheerleading isn’t a real sport!’ I sooooooooooooo beg to differ. Cheerleading isn’t a sport? Name one football player that’s been thrown 20 feet into the air in a basket toss, then been caught, or vice versa? What about a full 360 turn stunt? I speak from experience, those things are very hard. I can go into full right splits, so what if a football player can bench-press my bodyweight? I know cheerleaders who can do triple backflip-roundhouse spin-double cartwheel-back walkover, and then land in the splits. I swear I am not making this up. Oh, you play football? Defense huh? So you basically run at people and shove them? Or you play offence? So you throw/catch a two pound ball? I do both with a 90 pound girl. Nice try boys, but I have a really hard time coming up with anything that betters a good cheer squad! I will admit that if your cheer squad is lame, they wont be able to do awesome stuff like that, but if your local cheer squad is awesome, like the one i was previously on, the Esperanza Pirates, then you’d better be prepared to be put to shame.
What’s that you say, cheerleaders don’t play games? They might be called something different, but they are just as, if not probably more competitive as a football game. I mean, you know how catty girls can be. These are called competitions, they are often held at fun places, like Theme Parks and stuff. To compete, your team and your coach must come up with a routine to wow the judges. Your jumps must be directly on time. Your stunts must be on exactly the right counts. Your transitions/walks must be tight, stiff. Your facials must be excited and cheerful. Your dances and arm movements must be tight and sharp. I know it sounds simple, but the routine takes weeks, months of practice, harsh conditioning, and it can be very stressful. But it can also be very fun if you let go, don’t worry about it, and just let yourself have fun.
Your bow is the most important part of your uniform, though I know the boys do enjoy the short skirts. 😉 I personally don’t like the uniforms that show belly, but they can be cute if the whole team is fit to wear them, if you know what i mean. Cheerleaders have one thing, the only thing that is more important that an adorable bow, than the short skirts or the shiny shirts, this one thing makes or breaks a cheerleader. It is quite possibly the one thing standing between her and a place on that squad, between her and a huge golden trophy. Her smile. Why are we called cheerleaders? Because we lead the fans to cheer on the team on the field. How would we do that without a big enthusiastic smile on our faces?
Alright, I’ll get out of your way, but remember, if you ever say anything about cheerleading not being a sport, or the girls not being real athletes, just remember that we probably put in more time and effort into our daily work outs, practices, stretches, etc. than any of you big, tough football players. Friendly reminder. Maybe we should bring you to practice Twinkle Toes, see how easy it is then huh? 🙂 See you later darlings.
Here’s some awesome links, some are me, some aren’t. Lets see if you think you can do this boys.
this one is not us but pretty cool! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gt-HTo6Iwe0
This one is us, I’m the palest one in the front at the beginning. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UrTl5B1yChc
See if you can pick me out in this half-time performance! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oK8WhiYdtVE
FYI boys and girls, they got second place. I know some of them. Still easy? And yes, boys cheer too. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yCEuQR_jKeo
That’s Not Where Your Underpants Go, Clark (FC)
Alias: Clark Kent, newspaper journalist, and overall dork.
Superman: Flies, has: laser eyes, super strength, x-ray vision, is allergic to a rock, and can’t figure out how to put his underpants under his pathetic tights.
Superman, is by far, probably the worst superhero ever. He’s in love, which dampers his abilities to save Metropolis/the world. Obviously no story is complete without a love interest, but the other superheroes make it cool, like Thor, fighting to protect his forbidden love (cheesy), but from aliens (aliens make everything 67 times better), or like Iron Man, the narcissistic billionaire who refused to believe he needed to completely rely upon anyone else until the third movie (even longer in the comics), but when he did, he lost her. Well we couldn’t have that so we obviously had to pull her back to the surface and she got her hardcore, strong women moment, which is awesome, but now we are off track. While Iron Man is epic, this post is about how exactly opposite Superman is.
Superman was born on the planet Krypton, when his entire planet was sentenced to be executed. Alright, so my question is what in the world did an entire planet do to get them executed? And another thing; how many other superheroes are aliens? Debatably Thor is, but I see him as more of a god. I mean have you seen his arms? 😉 Then Clark Kent travels to Alaska, to go talk to his dead parents….. I think that one explains itself. Also, he’s allergic to a rock. A glow-y, green, alien rock. Wow, what a weakness. You’re so brave Superman, oh wait, you’re allergic to that? It makes you Super-weak-man? Whatever then, you aren’t protecting me, I’m moving to Gotham!
Superman has always told the little kids; ‘You don’t need powers to be a hero, you can be super by doing the little things!’ Yeah, well that’s a lot of talk coming from a guy who can get shot and not even flinch. There’s another thing, a superhero with no weaknesses (besides Louis and a rock) is in my mind, an under-developed character. I know there is a comic book where he dies, but come on, wheres the suspense, like when Captain America went on that rescue mission and everyone thought that he had died, but then he came walking into camp with hundreds of rescued soldiers, and his best friend back. Or when Iron Man flue that nuclear missile into the worm hole and barely fell out in time, then the Hulk had to rescue him, and he was dead, until the Hulk roared, which was pretty funny, but my point is, that most superheroes have weakness, they still just men, men that can be injured, men that love, and one kick-butt women that isn’t always so kick-butt.
So overall, Superman is under-developed, his love story is typical and boring, while his love interest is a total victim, not the way us women want to be seen, he’s allergic to a rock, and really Clark, put your underpants under your tights!!!!!
Goodnight Moon (CRR)
“Goodnight room. Goodnight moon. Goodnight cow jumping over the moon. Goodnight light, and the red balloon…” These words speak to me. When you hear the words, childhood, and goodnight, what do you think of? I think of cardboard under my pillow and a colorful story every night. When I was little I would force my mother to read me a bedtime story every night. The book was Goodnight Moon by Margaret Wise Brown. I remember putting Goodnight Moon under my pillow and pulling it out before she kissed me goodnight, begging her to read it to me.
The colors calmed me, the reds, and greens, and yellows. As did my mother’s cool, empathetic tone and voice. It just didn’t feel right going to sleep without having it read to me. Sometimes she would turn on my (really awesome for a toddler) Disney princess radio clock with the stars that went on the wall like a disco ball, and play that one song from the Lion King, “Do You Feel the Love Tonight.” She would pick me up and put me on the bunk bed, and we would slow dance. I would bury my head in her shoulder, and breathe in the smell of her shampoo, but that was a sometimes thing. Goodnight Moon was an always thing. Always. Every single night, sometimes during the day.
Being a Navy Brat, my dad went on deployment overseas when I was really little. Sometimes I would really miss him, and not understand why he wasn’t there. When I got these kinds of feelings, my mom asked him to record something and send it to my sister and I. She assumed it would be something like, ‘I love you Amanda and Katie,’ or ‘See you soon baby girls, miss you!’ Instead he bought the books over amazon, Goodnight Moon, and my sisters favorite picture book, and he recorded himself reading them. He got some funny looks at first, but then the other guys started to get it. When I got this in the mail, I was ecstatic. My mom would play it for me every night.
I have so many memories because of this book. It brought me closer to my parents, and helped me when I was sad. I will instantly recognize the artwork by Clement Hurd! That book, to this day, is in my bookshelf in my room, and when I feel like I’m growing up to fast, or life is just a little too hard for me, I’ll pick it up and read it, remembering the great times when I was small and carefree. I seriously miss those times sometimes. That book will always comfort me and I will definitely read it to my children.
Well, I guess that’s it.
Goodnight internet, Goodnight Moon.
Welcome to My Blog
This whole blog thing makes me feel like John Watson. Where’s my Sherlock, I WANT ONE!! I like Sherlock, obviously, it’s a modern Sherlock Holmes story with al the characters, the books were never written and he actually exists. I also love Doctor Who, a story about a lonely alien that take his companions to “travel around all of time and space” though the story seems to take place mostly in London….. I also love, love, love, Supernatural, a show about two brothers who travel around the country, saving people, hunting things, the family business. 😉 I love the Avengers, Star Wars, Lord of the Rings (THE BEST EVER!!!!!), Harry Potter, Hunger Games, Percy Jackson, and if you haven’t figured out how big of a nerd I am yet, you really might want to get your head checked….. :* I love tumblr, food, music, and lots of other things. So yeah.
Peace out darlings.
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