Real Madrid- Barcelona Soccer Game: 3/23/14

So, I'm watching the Real Madrid- Barcelona game

while doing my hair, but this is beside the point, and Barcelona made a goal; needless to say, this pleased me (however, I like both teams equally, so I root for the team that scored first).  The spokesman is really enthusiastic, and all I heard coming from his mouth is:

"...MORE ELECTRIFYING THAN A BLOW-DRYER IN A HOT TUB!" 

I say that this man needs to have eternal immunity from ever being fired, laid off, etc. for the rest of him spokesman career.

He mustn't be fired, or I will throw a fit. 

I have a band now.

We are to forever be called

Cue The Noise
Well, that is how it's going to be pronounced... However, one of my band mates suggested we keep it to 

Q The Noise 

Or 

Cue The Noize

Yeah, I don't really get it, either. But the title was clever; inspired by our history teacher.

Economy.

Here's something that really grinds my gears.

The economy isn't about really helping anyone.

If the minimun wage were to be raised to $10, then everyone would have some extra bucks in their pockets for a well-earned work day. However, since that is the MINIMUM wage, companies will start charging double for their stupid products; milk would be about $7, and then the raise would be useless because these people would not be able to afford the things that they can't afford already.  Politicians have the power to prevent such things from happening, and they just will not.  It's like the government wants us to host our first annual Hunger Games over something so 

minuscule as a can of tuna, or gallon of milk, when the whole idea of raising the minimum wage is to give extra bucks to those who deserve it, not starve them more than they are already being.  I guess people just won't see their struggles because they earn too much.  Well, put politicians on minimum wage and see how fast things will change.

Happy Valentine's Day!

Here's a picture to sum up how I feel about celebrating such mainstream festivities.

Now if you would be so kind, I'm going to enjoy my day sleeping in and tweeting this picture to everyone who is optimistic about the holiday that I know of, meanwhile eating popcorn and watching movies all day, cuddling with my Big Bang Theory throw blanket and simultaneously making my guitar weep.

Blogger Templates And All That Jazz...

The hardest, and by far the most frustrating thing I've done all day,
and by "all day," I mean for the amount of time I've been awake, was edit my blog template.
I wanted to go with a Legend of Zelda-styled theme because I am indeed a huge Nintendo LOZ fan, and a nature-lover, and the picture I've chosen had a mix of both.
I went to apply to the background, and it was too big, so I went for another picture that was LOZ-inspired, as well as Pink Floyd-inspired because I am also a fan of music and have my own band, and the added bonus of said picture was the Dark Side Of The Moon theme, because it could be compared to the moon in Majora's Mask...

I apologize for getting off-topic there,

unfortunately, that picture was, also, labeled as too big, so I simply decided to click on the "I do not know" meme to see if it would work, because I had run out of ideas at that point; the picture was just the right size, and I suddenly knew how Goldie Locks felt in the house of the three bears...

McDonald's Olympic Commercial is Awful...

Did McDonald's really just try to compare biting into a chicken mcnugget to biting on an Olympic medal? 

I don't know if they know this, but... 

Olympians only became Olympians by avoiding biting into chicken mcnuggets;

that, or maybe just avoiding McDonald's all-together...

                                                              SERIOUSLY, LOOK AT THIS MONSTROSITY!

Just a thought...

              I was wondering today... 

        I seem to always feel like giving up on life, and it's never for one specific thing, then I think: "Why am I even trying at all?" Then I think of Ken Ham during his debate with Bill Nye and I ask myself: "why we do any of these things at all if no one is going to remember, and we're all going to die, and if there's a heaven at all then we'd all happy and healthy there, so what was the point of any discovery anyone else has made, or sorrow or pain I've endured and still will endure, or anyone else for that matter?"

Military Copters.

For the past couple of days, there have been military helicopters flying above my town

, and they're extremely loud.

They look like they're preparing for war or something, they fly in a v-formation and it's frightening.  The copters themselves aren't frightening, it's the many reasons as to why they would be flying about.  I spoke to my friend about it on Friday, and she told me there were suspected terrorists staying in a nearby hotel, so now there's a fleet of copters on standby.  My worry is that they plan to blow up anything in their sight of the suspects are proven guilty, since the hotel is pretty much filled with suspects.  I hope this doesn't start a war, the country's already messed up as is.  America, do your citizens a  favor and don't blow stuff up.

Perfume.

It scares me that my grandmother lives upstairs, and my mother has left the house, but I still smell a strong scent of perfume.  Cheap perfume, at that, which my mother does not own and a scent I've never smelled my grandmother wear.  Whether she owns the scent or not, she lives upstairs and I do not believe scents penetrate walls that easily.

Deport Bieber.

I signed a petition this morning to deport Justin Bieber from the U.S.

Turns out it was a national and government-official petition, and I was the 19,005th person to sign it, and I felt so happy because I was a part of something that I actually felt right about something regarding the country I live in; finally.  It's like someone decided to bring the country together in some way, knowing that we all hate each other in every other sense, but we have come to an agreement that states we feel that Bieber is not worthy of living here.

Now we just need to exile Bieber from Colombia; my descendant country.

Snow days and school...

Even if I were to attend school once a week,

it would still feel like too much to handle

simply for the grades and anticipation, knowing that the grades I earn myself now will foreshadow where I will go in life, and there's not a dang thing I can do about it no matter how hard I try. 

This is why I feel that attending even one day of school, weekly, is too much pressure, because I know in my subconscious mind that my future is at stake, but my conscious mind thinks I'm free.

Students are suffocating...  Slowly.

My grades.

I have straight A's and one F (I'm American) because my school is run by a family of people and they do things their own way, and not in a legal fashion. It makes me upset.

NO ME GUSTA

President Obama States Marijuana is No Dangerous Than Alcohol?

I'm such a liberal that I'm going to just spurt this out: Finally, someone in the government has stated something that makes sense (it only took about, what, 15 years?).

Finished Everything I Had To Do...

I finished my position paper, my three projects, AND my creative writing literary fiction story.

So much to do in so little time.

I have recently discovered that my Model UN position paper has to be a minimum of four pages in length per person, needless to say (but I'm going to say it anyway), I am under a lot of pressure here.  It's funny, because I have a lot on my plate here as a junior in high school; I go to a charter school, where our school gives us a lot of testing, so we have benchmarks every marking period, and pre-tests, as well.  For example: I have a Pre-HSPA a week before the actual HSPA is administered, and the week before that I'm taking my SAT, and the week after I take the HPSA, I have benchmarks that count for about 30% of my grade.  See, all these things flood my mind at the most inopportune moments; this is 2014, the worst year to be attending my school... Ever.

So...

I could not have picked a better time to start writing my position paper for Model UN.  My country is Zimbabwe, and I tried to pick some mood music in order for me to write.  The first song that popped up was: "I'm like a Lawyer..." by Fall Out Boy, and what I can recall from the music video is that it takes place in an African country that is impoverished, and my position paper is about urbanization and poverty. 

Let this paper begin...

Although I'm pretty sure no one is even reading this, I'm going to blog anyway, because that is what I signed up to do, and that is what I will do.  I sort of failed updating the html in my template, but it's all good; I'm in the middle of doing a project anyway, so I'll concern myself with such matters at a later time.  It's a shame that I forgot basic html in only a few months, it makes me upset. Now I'll go and continue my project with my spirits a tad lower, and I'll probably go out and buy a book on html since my mind has failed me.