Powder Puff Football

Every year, our high school has a Powder Puff football game- the girls play the football, and the guys (if enough sign up, and unfortunately this year, not enough did) do the cheerleading. In skirts. Anyways, it's five bucks to get in, and you either do that or just hang out around the school. So, naturally, my friends and I all paid for the game (well, except Lori and Andrew, who didn't go, and Alex, who went but didn't pay).


While we were there, I turned to my friend Tyler and told him that if I had any spare money, I would bribe the announcer into yelling "TEN POINTS FOR GRYFFINDOR!" every time the non-seniors scored (the students and faculty in charge of the whole thing had pitted the seniors against the freshman, sophomores, and juniors), so guess what he did.


Yeah. 


Every time the non-seniors scored, he would stand up and yell "TEN POINTS TO GRYFFINDOR!" Granted, we only scored twice, but whatever. It's the thought that counts. And it was hilarious. None of us- me, Tyler, Katie, Rachel, Fadia, Fadia's older sister (Nadia, I think?), Kayla, and Jenny- paid much attention to the game. 


Tyler, Katie, and I shared jokes. All sorts of jokes: obscene jokes, yo mama jokes, lawyer jokes, blonde jokes (much to Jenny's dismay- she's a natural blonde). Mostly obscene jokes, naturally. Most of them were Christopher Titus quotes.


In case you're wondering, the game ended up as a tie.


Oh, and on a side note: I visited the guidance counselor this morning- she set up a meeting between me and a different counselor, whom deals solely with people like me, tomorrow morning.

Issues

Imagine you are a vegetarian teenager, who does not generally cook dinner. Your mother makes Hamburger Helper. Is it better to

a) request something different, or skip dinner altogether and get something later,

or

b) pick out the meat, eat the noodles, and eat a lot of garlic bread (another part of the meal)?

I assumed answer B would be more polite, but my mother just looked at me and went, "Really? You're wasting that meat, just eat it."

And on the inside I was all, "Really? Because, seeing as I've already told you I don't eat meat, it was kind of ridiculous of you to expect me to eat it in the first place- therefore, you, madame, are the one wasting the effing meat." But of course, I didn't say that out loud. Instead, what did I do? I started crying.

Not on purpose. Not because I was sad. I cry whenever I get highly emotional- happy, sad, angry, frustrated, afraid. So my frustration and anger came out in the form of tears. And then Shelby (my nine year old sister) said, "Look, she's crying!"

And my mom got pissed off at me for crying, too. So you know what? Maybe I'll just go sit alone in a corner and eat my delicious, natural vegetarian diet. (Did you know human teeth are more shaped for eating plants than meat? Our 'canine' teeth are no comparison to those of lions and such, and carnivorous animals don't have flat molars like we do.) Then, when I'm done eating, I'll just go cry my eyes out because I'm such an alleged poor little effing emo kid that apparently really can't be around her family for more than ten minutes before either side gets pissed off at the other. They can all just go feast on corn dogs and pork chops.

I broke a nail. And it hurt.

Paskeetos and White Stuff

My little brother Benji came up to me this morning and said, "What's this white stuff going down my leg?" Of course, I had no idea what the hell he was talking about, and told him so (in a less profane manner).

He showed me the 'white stuff' and it turned out to me the skin around his mosquito bites, where he had itched it so much that it turned up the dead skin (I think) and made it look white. I just told him it's his mosquito bites, and that he needs to get some cream so he doesn't itch them and make them bleed (he'd already made a few bleed).

So he runs around telling my other siblings (Sydney, Shelby, and Thaxton) and my mom that he has a "paskeeto bite! I have a paskeeto bite!"

I love it when little kids have speech impediments. See that search bar somewhere around here? I think it's at the bottom of the page. Type in 'star wars' and you'll see why there are some reasons I love having younger siblings that don't quite talk correctly.

Fun Times

Rachel Dumbledore is over at my mom's house with me, and we are watching Wizards of Waverly Place. I feel like a small child. We are sitting on the floor, huddled over our laptops. (Mine is twice the size of hers.)

We went to the park today with Josh, Carson, and Sara, and it was hilarious. We found a broken toy tractor (although Carson says it's a loader, but I dunno, it seemed to be a tractor), and after we messed with it for a while, I threw it into traffic, and two people hit it before Rachel and I left.

That is all for today.

Writing!

My best bud Katie McGonagall (yes, I enjoy using fake surnames from Harry Potter; it protects me and anyone I may mention, as well as showing my obsession, haha) and I are working on writing a novel together. Two, actually.

One is about an immortal girl going to a modern high school filled with demons, archangels, the occasional angel, and werewolves, as well as various other mythical creatures and such. The different species are each kind of representative of a clique: wolves are jocks, demons are goth, archangels- AKA demon wannabes- are emo, vampires are (as Bowling For Soup so eloquently put it in High School Never Ends) "all the total dicks, all the stuck up chicks- so superficial, so immature." And then some stuff happens that creates an actual plot, but I don't want to say because I have had people steal my ideas before. (Even the crappy ones.)

The other is about an archangel girl who was raised in Hell, but ran away to Earth at age fourteen. She has to make a decision as to whether she wants to become a demon and stay in Hell permanently, and wed this total ASS that she's engaged to by her parents- or stay on Earth, not marry the guy, and live a short life, most likely ending up in Heaven with the guys she made fun of for so long in the end. The plot twists are surprising, as is the ending.

I'll notify you if we ever get first the first few chapters :)

In the meantime, check out some of my- ahem- illegal fanfictions. Well, they aren't illegal as long as you put a disclaimer since Rowling gave fans permission to write them, but I often- okay, almost always- forget the disclaimer.

Obama's Nobel Peace Prize

I don't have much to say on the subject, but I will say this: Obama should not have won that Nobel Peace Prize.

Now, I don't say this because I hate Obama (which, admittedly, I do... I suppose good ole' Thomas Hobbes and I would never have gotten along- anyways), but because it is my honest opinion. I don't think he should have gotten that prize until he actually did some of those things.

Here's the title of one of many articles on this controversial subject (courtesy of the home page of CNN.com, as of 11:11 PM on October 9th, 2009): "Analysis: Did Obama win for not being Bush?"

And I believe that pretty much sums up my feelings on the subject. Comments on the subject?

Vegetarianism is Humane

To start out, I would like to say that I felt incredibly badass, posting from the school computer. I wanted to say that in that post, but I figured they might have a profanity filter that would alert them that whoever was on Computer 25 at 2:30 PM or whatever was on Blogger writing bad words, and they would figure out through my profile that it was moi. Yes, I know I don't have my real surname up, but a simple search for students at Harpeth with the name Lydia (as far as I know, there are only two out of the six hundred students in my entire school), combined with looking for somebody with my face, it would be easy.

Anyways...

I recently (and by recently, I mean last night) converted to vegetarianism. Why? I got sent a video of three men catching and killing a cow to be used to make beef. That animal's screams of pain got to me, and I couldn't watch much past the first few seconds.

Because of this, I am now ovolactovegeterian, meaning that I do not eat beef, veal, shellfish, or any other animal flesh product. I also will not eat certain things like parmesan cheese, because they have enzymes in them, which come from animals (obviously). Dead animals. Besides, animal-based enzymes are relatively weak when compared to their plant-based cousins.

Yeah, biatch. I Googled that.

Anyways, the 'ovolacto' prefix just makes it clear that I will eat eggs and drink milk. This is important, because it shows that I will eat anything in which an animal didn't die to make it. Eggs are like a chicken's period. You don't have to have a rooster around for them to lay. How do I know this? Because for a while I had chickens, and despite the fact that I didn't have a rooster, they kept on laying. So, unless the hens figured out some bizarre sort of lesbian mating ritual that resulted in one of them getting pregnant, it would certainly seem that they lay eggs whether or not they are with child. (Or chick.)

And milking a cow doesn't- at least, with proper supervision, it doesn't- hurt the cow in any way, shape or form. In fact, it can hurt the cow if you don't milk it.

So I have nothing against eggs and milk.

I know that it sounds strange to some, but that's my reasoning. I am willing to give up bacon, burgers, and hot dogs (not sure what kind of meat that is- it might actually only be rubber; someone explain that to me?) in order to protect animals.

How would you like it if some higher species that we were defenseless against picked you up and brought you to a slaughterhouse so they could chop you up and eat you? Pretty bad, I'd imagine. Unless, of course, you are suicidal, in which case I don't know what to say to you.

Also, in the long run, this is better for my heart. I fully intend on having every birthday I can manage. I don't know why I wouldn't. Again, if you are suicidal... sorry, dude.

I am not trying to convert you, I just thought I'd present my opinions on the subject. Comment telling me about what you think of vegetarianism. Do you eat meat? How about milk and eggs? Are you only semi-vegetarian? Why? Do you think vegetarianism is dumb? If I get a few replies, then I might have a special post just to reply to your replies :)

Note: That last bit wasn't begging for comments, it was creativity in action, LOL.

Hai Thar

You: "Hai thar more posties kthnx by!!!!1one1eleven"
Me: "I'm on it!"

I am blogging on one of the school's library's computers, and I'm surprised this blog wasn't blocked. In fact, I'm surprised that Blogger in general isnt' blocked.

Ack. Gotta go. Teacher needs us to leave for dismissal :/

Will update once I get home!