Powerless

I don’t think that anybody anymore is truly racist, with the exception of some senior citizens or the kids who are just stupid.  I think that we are scared.  People say, “Oh, well, white people are racist because they won’t stand up to the black person.”  It isn’t that they are racist.  It’s that they are scared, and they won’t stand up to them, because that fear is bred into our society.  Just like we are taught to fear foreigners because they might attack us because we are American and we ourselves are foreign to them. 

Perfect example of this.  Someone was picking on someone I knew on the bus and no one said anything.  They didn’t say a damn thing, and I couldn’t really do anything because I was smashed up against the window, but had I been on the outside, I would have said something…actually, had I known what was going on, I would have done something.  I came in at about the middle of the whole ordeal because I was listening to my music.  Also, at the same time, would getting in a fight with someone because they were making fun of my friend be worth it?  Maybe.  If I got into a fight, I would get suspended and then that would jeopardize me getting into the governor’s school.  At the same time, I would be saving my friend some face and she would be happier than she was when she got off that bus. 

I have been very irritable lately because I cannot stand the way people treat each other.  It has been grating on my nerves for a very long time and I just haven’t had a way of communicating that, and now I do.  What I also don’t appreciate (while we are on the subject) is the fact that people think they can insult my best friend.  Yeah, I kind of let them get away with it, just because I know Rampage won’t care, but at the same time, it’s hurting me, because Rampage and I are like conjoined twins.  We are rarely apart, and we completely understand each other. I just really don’t know what to do about this crap.  Because it is my other friends that constantly insult her and tell me what a horrible person is.  This is all coming from a friend who quotes this at me every time I pass judgement: “Let he who be without sin cast the first stone.”  What is up with this hypocritical society?

World of Warcraft and All of The Racial Divisions

Even though I do not play, I find World Of Warcraft very, very cool. I just usually watch Rampage play because I don’t have it at my house. I am trying to get all of the races straight, because I don’t have it all down yet. The Night Elves are the best, next to the humans. There are also dwarfs, and…something else, I couldn’t understand what Rampage said just now. But I do know that if you are on the Horde side, you can be a Blood Elf, an undead, Taurin (a cow), an Orc (as in Lord of the Rings I think), and troll. Back to the good side… and then there are gnomes and Draeneis, which are like wierd looking. Star Warsish…with hooves. Got it? I do now. I just thought I would share, even though Winged Ham Ham already knew this. Peace, peeps.

This One Is For Rae Rae.

I don’t think I have told y’all about my best friend. Well, obviously, she is my best friend. She has blond hair and blue eyes and gauged ears because she’s just wierd like that. She likes gory movies and death metal…I think just because she can. It makes me laugh. I think we’re such good friends because we have been through alot of the same crap and we don’t act like each other’s mothers. We always have each other’s back; I would beat the crap out of anyone who insulted Rachel, and she would do the same for me. But, we never let each other do it, because we don’t want to get arrested or suspended, because then we wouldn’t be able to hang out. Yeah, those are our amazing priorities. But, yeah. We are definitely best friends and we will always have each other’s backs.

Ice Skating With My BFFL

Okay, so, here is what I got from ice skating:
1) A cut on my arm from when Rae rae’s blade cut me when she fell on top of me (my fault really; I can’t ice skate)
2) A really sore leg from my second fall
3)laughed at because I couldn’t stay on my feet.
4) An odd sense of closeness with Rae rae.

That had to be one of the funnest experiences of my life, I am telling you. I have never really had so much fun. Rae rae kept trying to get me to let go of the wall…so I grabbed her hand and eventually it turned purple because I had a death grip on her. I got pretty good…until I flipped out and decided to stop. I couldn’t feel my nose or my arm, because Rae Rae got me pretty good. Then, all three of them (Rae’s sister and her friend) ganged up on me to get me away from the wall. That was just flat out mean. And then these really cute guys showed up and I was really not wanting to embarass myself in front of them so I stopped. Rae Rae just had to give me her pouty face so I got back out there again. What did I learn from all of this?

That I have no center of gravity whatsoever.