The American Irony

Our country is viewed by others to be extremely proud. And, I suppose this is true, but not without good reason. Since we managed to defeat the British in the Revolutionary War against the odds or whatever. (I was not very attentive in American history)And since then, we've been kind of awesome in combat, if I'm right. (I hope I am, lol.)

But, one of the greatest ironies is that with America being one of the countries where most everybody can have food and stuff, people are starving themselves and vomiting. Now, I'm tired, so I'm writing in a very sterile way, please don't think I'm uncaring... But it is a huge irony. If you didn't have the option of food everyday, you probably wouldn't have an ED.

And this moves on to how the media shows people. I remember an episode of Family Guy where Peter goes to visit his father in Ireland. While in a drunken stupor, his father asked why he wasn't attractive, like most Americans. I thought of this before I started this post. Because if people from other countries think all Americans are supposed to be beautiful, and so many girls have low self-esteem.

Like, seriously, 90% of the girls I know hate themselves, or, more, their physical appearance.

I was just thinking about this. I find it ironic. Saddeningly so.

Today my friend and I walked around the cemetery about a mile away from our houses

We brushed off stones covered in grass, and put rocks on the tombstone of a 20-year-old boy. Afterwards, we saw the heart-shaped grave of a fifteen-year-old girl with her picture attached. Her mother was buried next to her. We also saw the minute grave of an infant, marked only with the letter A on the top. Not to mention, a masoluem from 1892, with it’s door wide open, the wrought-iron bars letting us see inside. Few things have been more…queerly terrifying in my life. We stayed there a half an hour, and saw so many sites with just markers and dirt. I just kept thinking “zombie” as we stood by those sites, then reprimanding myself for such disrespect. There’s no point to this, but I think these people would’ve been happy we remembered them when the rest of the world has forgotten.

But, I’m just thinking of that boy and girl. I want to know their stories. I want to know them. I want to avoid an early grave.

You Know What I Love?

I love Fuckin' Perfect (Guys Version) By Travis Garland.

I love it more than I love Peruvian flan, wrestlers, and platinum blonde guys.

It is fourth only to Phantom of the Opera, My Top 3 Disney movies (Little Mermaid, HERCULES, and Peter Pan.), ninjas, and being extra version olive oil.

Top 5 Favorite Makeup Products

1) Lancome Dual Finish Powder
Perfect. Makes my skin like a porcelain doll. Which works because my shade is Porcelain Delicate, a pale color with a rose tint to it. This, even without concealer, makes my skin look amazing, all day. With just two swipes, it takes away the bags under my eyes. (10% Natural, 40% Tired, 50% leftover eyeliner.)
Find it: At the Lancome Counter in any department store

2) DuWop BlushBooster
Warning: Not for the large-pored. What I love about this, besides it's flattering peachy-pink shade (I use Mango, but want to try every color) is that it's exactly wht you think it is. Too many times I've picked up a pink blush to have it trun my cheek brown. And I know, that I will never have to worry about that with this.
Find it: At the DuWop website. (I got mine as a gift from my godmother.)

3) Lancome Definicils Mascara
High-end mascara that actually works. I don't knopw why, but mascaras always stop working for me after about a month. Definicils and I have been going strong since Christmas. My lashes are long, but thin, and this mascara once got me compliments from over ten people in one day. Honestly, I find that impressive.
Find it: Look at #1

4) Avon Ultra Color Rich Lipstick in Sparkling Warm Rose
The color choice, a beyond pale pink, is very specific for me. Two coats of this stuff, MAX, or you'll end up looking like a crazy aunt. But I love it. Love the hydration.
Find it: Avon.com

5) Revlon Color Stay Liquid Eyeliner
Liquid liner is the future, now. Perfect fluid lines that don't smear when done (correctly) on the waterline, amazing wings without the awkward dashes of pencil liner. But, the thing is, you know what it's like when a black marker begins to lose it's strength? That's what a liquid pen is like. Go for the pot; it also lasts a long, long time! Think of it this way: I do my eyeliner the way Taylor Swift does. Liquid. YES. Andd, no need to splurge here!
Find it: At your local drugstore.

Day of Silence

So, people on Tumblr and otherwise are in an uproar about the Day of Silence for the LGBT community. My school is actively supporting the campaign as well.

And many people are going to try and fail. They're going to try and fail because no one can keep silent for long. Not even a homicide of suicide is a successful form of silencing. It creates an uproar about the issue, even if the victims aren't there to speak of it. Another reason I think that this is so hard to do is because no one defends themselves when they can't speak. And I'm the type of person who likes to take my time and words to make a valid point.

This type of event, is it to show support or stop hate? Because half of the people who do this are going to forget it by Saturday. They'll do it because it's PC. For the haters, it won't do jack shit to remove the hate from their souls.

No one can depend on the silent support of one day. If anyone who is a part of the LGBTQ community depened on one day, they'd be crushed the rest of the time. You need to lean on the support that you have everyday.

As a matter of fact, silence is a reason WHY people are stepped all over. If you never stand up for yourself, no one's going to respect you out there in the big bad world. Do you think that because people were quiet, Congress is going to listen to the pin of social alienation drop?

My best friend brought up the point that a day like this seperates LGBTQs more from the rest of the public. And, thinking about this, I agree. It's a target for hate as much as it is a target for healing. EVERY DAY should be a day of support and tolerance. And I don't think being quiet about it is the way to go. This is the time for an uproar, a revolution of society. I know I support LGBTQs every single day. We all should.

Now, comment me, let me know. Love my view, or hate it, I want to see how you feel.

3 in 1 Post Day!

Day 12: Bullet Your Whole Day

•Ignore alarm
•Get up
•Spend an hour finding an outfit
•Do makeup and other hygenic things
•Run to catch bus
•Listen to iPod, singing Eminem/ Taylor Swift/ The Script lyrics to self
•Arrive at school, wander with Leya
•Classes
•Study hall with Jon and Spads
•Gibby and Ferraro
•Luch/ Coach Mike
•Classes
•Studyhall with mah brooos
•Middle school bus
•Home, sleep
•Food
•HW
•Shower
•Sleep

Now, my new description on Tumblr, which I based off of the lovely Ms. Camille. Here's her link: http://c-of-enchantment.tumblr.com/

I like writing, the bay, cameos, makeup, mermaids, dresses, waist-holding, lilacs, black and white cookies, psychology, sparkles, cellos, empire waists, fairytales, hunter green, art, Lord and Taylor, Keds, theology, unicorns, dreaming, interior design, music, and the word clandestine.

And, yes, I'm always this wordy(:

Now, for the last, a little bot of dreaming<3

The thing about you is… You’re the only person I could imagine twisting my neck to see leave class, or skip 5th period to see in the commons. The only person that always looks gorgeous, even when everyone else looks like colorless saps in this relaist world. You don’t know me, I mean, you know my brother; our brothers are pretty close. Is it creepy that seeing you gives my tummy butterflies? I feel like I’m living in a Taylor Swift song. I feel so INVISBLE. If someone that could help knew, and not someone I know would screw with me, I’d beg and cry on my knees for nothing other than to meet you. Because I hear you’re really nice. Most good wrestlers are.


There, I have compensated for missing two days.

Faith, Trust...And Artsy Stuff?

I've been experiencing some really extreme emotions lately, when it comes to faith and religion. I feel like my surroundings influence my feelings. When I'm with my (numerous) Atheist friends, I tend to be more reserved with my hopeful idea of faith. Yet know, I feel so at peace with God as I listen to the Kate Voegele version of Hallelujah, one of my favorite songs.

I'm just so ashamed that I would let the way other people feel influende how I feel about God, whether I have a strong faith or not. (I most certainly do not have a strong sense of belief.)

I have seen the most intricate forms of creation and expression, whenther it be painting, writing, or creating their own systems of beliefs, which is obviously the most personal form of faith.

Most religions are based off of each other in many ways, as my study of Global History has made even more clear to me this year. And I believe that there has to be some truth to the Bible, etc. I mean, many of the stories are written on such a personal way.

I want to believe someone loves me. You know?

PS: Challenge was an iPod shuffle-thing. I already did one of those on here. :)