Take note….

This blog is here so that I can get out all of my anger and move on with life.
It is not here to impress you.
After the blogs are written, the subject of said blog is forgotten and a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.

Half of the things I say to people in general, I don’t mean anymore. I’m not mad at them. I was momentarily frustrated and needed to express it.
I don’t say things without having reason to believe them.
For example: in my Beaches and Bitches entry people were actually talking shit about me for no reason. I wasn’t assuming that they were judging me. They were judging me. So I got angry and judged them right back.
No I don’t think that judging them was the best or correct thing to do. But I felt better afterward and, really, no one was hurt by it. I didn’t say it to their faces. I came home and wrote an angry blog about it. What are the chances of one of them stumbling upon *my* blog? Not likely.
If my words hurt you, get over it. They’re just words. I don’t mean them anymore. I’m not angry.

CP, out.

Oh you’re *so* brave

Hi. In case you weren’t sure: putting asterisks around a word implies sarcasm.

Welcome to another installment! Today we talk about people who roam the internet. Those anonymous bastards who feel so safe and secure in front of their monitors, in a dark room, in their underpants that there is no filter to their speech. At all.
In fact, boys and girls, they are completely at ease with being a complete tool and disregarding all logic in their mind set and reasoning. The internet has given them the power to say whatever they want (in most countries) and where there’s power there’s corruption.
Internet moderators, for example.
What kind of expertise do you need for a job like that in a basic forum?
None. Just the ability to be judgmental and willing to abuse power.
I got a thread locked today because it was deemed “useless”. It was asking the opinions of others that share my interest. Isn’t that what a forum is for? To discuss opinions?
Apparently. Because this jack-wagon’s opinion was that it was “useless” to ask people’s opinion on a topic. (It was a video game forum, if you much know).
Oh and don’t make any kind of claim to your *own* opinion, average forum spelunker. God forbid people *disagree* with you.

On a more specific note, I posted a blog on a different website (THE NERVE! haha) and I used the wrong you’re/your. I was getting comments left and right that had to do with the subject of my post (none of which even mentioned my awful grammar mistake except for one who jokingly said “yes I *am* opinion lol”) . But then I received this comment:
“you’re=/=your”
In my opinion (which, of course, you don’t care about) this was a pretty abrupt way to inform me. I was embarrassed at my mistake and edited the entry. Then I deleted the comment. My logic was: the comment served only to point out my mistake. It did its job. Why keep it there, distracting from the subject manner at hand? So I deleted it. They got me to edit my post. No harm done right?

Wrong.
“Try not to delete someone else’s comment next time you’re embarrassed about making a grammar mistake. It’s rude.”
Excuse me? Going out of your way to comment on my post about my grammatical error, ignoring what I wrote about in the first place, and wasting my time is not exactly warm and compassionate. At least the other guy poked fun and then answered my inquiry. *You* on the other hand are only concerned with making other people seem smaller, less intelligent, less informed, and less important than you. Oh how brave you are! Lashing out at a complete stranger on the internet.
I held my anger back and replied as such:  “I edited the post therefore the comment was no longer needed.”
Because it was true. I did not delete the comment out of spite.
Then I get this: “Irrelevant. Still rude. Also: “Do not remove the comment feature from entries, as you will either have your entry deleted or you will be banned. This applies for comment deletion, also.”"
Awh, look at you using big words. Do you know what irrelevant means? I was simply explaining that I meant no harm by my actions. So….it wasn’t rude. Also, if there’s a rule against comment deletion in the community I obviously wasn’t aware otherwise I wouldn’t have done it. Or do you think I’m completely retarded? And that it’s your job to take my hand and lead me through the internet and share your wisdom and arrogance?
I’m human. I didn’t realize there was a bloody rule against deleting comments. I won’t do it again. I didn’t realize I hurt your little baby feelings. Go ask you mom for a hug.
Get off your high horse.

I did not reply after that one because I had better things to do that argue with someone who’s only gratification in life is to be condescending and petty and arrogant.

I understand that, to an extent, I am doing almost the same thing by complaining on this blog. BUT it is doubtful that the person I’m speaking of will even find this. I held myself back to *them* because I knew that lowering myself to their level would get me no where.
No one reads this bloody thing anyways.
It’s just a rant. And you know what? I feel better.

Use the internet responsibly. Don’t be an asshole.

CP, out.

Beaches and Bitches

Welcome to another installment! If you’re reading, I’d appreciate comments. They make me happy.

And God knows I need that.

So I was babysitting last Monday. Two wonderful children (Trinity 5, Jimmy 3) and usually it’s at their humble abode. This time, however, their mother dropped us off at a park in Kirkland, WA for some fun in the sun. The park was also part beach, you see.
The thing about Kirkland is it’s full of rich, arrogant assholes who run shirtless because they think everyone wants to see their hot bods and their girlfriends who tan in as little clothing as possible and bring their rat dogs to get buried in the sand and yelp (only to be ignored by said bitch girlfriend because she’s listening to Katy Perry or Lady Antebellum while she tans).

I’m trying my best to ignore the general populous of the beach and focus on playing with the kids but it’s a difficult task. Here I am, 19 years old holding the hands of two small children, pale as the moon and fully clothed. I’m getting a lot of stares. Why?
Well I’m assuming that *they’re* assuming these two children are mine. I can feel the judgment. And, my goodness, how dare I have white skin and wear too much clothing to solve my pigment issue.
I see them. Ranging from about 16 to 20. Girls in small swim suits, gawking at my situation, laughing at my lack of “beach etiquette” (whatever the hell that means). “What a loser” “Could your skin be any more reflective?” “I wonder if they’re her’s?” “Sucks to be her”

The arrogance is overwhelming. Well I’m too busy babysitting to say anything or to give a fifth of a fuck about what these people think of me. I find it amusing, however, that they think they are SO much better than I am.
Why are you better, beach bitches? Beach dudes? Because you have a tan?

Have fun with the skin cancer. I’m comfortable with my skin. I don’t need a tan to be happy. But I know that boy/girl you’re crushing on won’t even look twice if you’re any degree of white. And I know that you’d rather be at the beach, tanning, than at home where your rich parents think you’re a failure or don’t even give you the pleasure of thinking of you because they’re too busy making money and buying you expensive things to replace their love.

Do you think you’re better because you’re sporting a small swim suit?

I’m babysitting. I’m not here to get in the water. Oh, you’re not getting in the water either? You’re going to sit on your towel and flirt for four hours and then go home? Then why the hell are you wearing a SWIM SUIT? You’re at a beach so it’s acceptable to wear it and show off that tan you’ve been working on. But you wouldn’t dare go in the water because, God forbid, your hair gets wet and you worked on it far too long to allow that.

It’s because you’re rich isn’t it? You live in this nice neighborhood with well kept parks and no gang violence.

It makes me want to push you out into the cold, dark world so you can realize that there’s so much more to life than this bubble you’ve been living in. While you spend money on bathing suits (that never touch water) and tanning lotion and gas for the gas guzzling car you got for your sweet sixteen, there are people who will never know the luxury of lounging and free time.
You are spoiled. Everything is done, bought, and worked for by other people *for* you.
And while you’re driving around the luxury car, promised a place in Daddy’s law firm, and tanning, I’ll be working my ass off in college to fulfill my dream.

So, go ahead. Think that you’re better than me. The fully dressed albino with two kids (who she’s actually babysitting, but I’ll forgive your narrow mindedness because I know how awfully you’ve been raised). I know that my life will be much more fulfilling than yours in every way.

Even without a tan.

CP, out

Fashion Faus Pas Part II

Ladies. Really?

I would like to make a couple things clear to my fellow women. Especially those college ladies, working hard for that degree. There are just some things that I can no longer tolerate.

1. Leggings are NOT pants
Leggings are cute when worn correctly. They look nice under a skirt (as long as it’s not a jean skirt) or dress, especially when it’s a bit chilly outside. It’s also acceptable to wear AT HOME when you’re lazing about. However, leggings are NOT suitable substitutes for pants. Firstly they are tight fitting and there are many of you that don’t need to be walking around showing all of that. (It would almost be like wearing only pantie hose and a sweatshirt. Leggings weren’t made to be pants). Leggings are not meant to be alone; they are meant to be paired with something. I don’t wanna to see you’re scantily clad lower half. So when you come to class wearing flip flops, leggings, and your boyfriend’s sweatshirt you just look lazy. Or like you forgot to get fully dressed this morning. Either way, you look stupid. Put on some pants.

2. Sweatpants and pajamas in public
Are you planning on working out after class? No? Are you sleep walking? No? Unless you lost all your regular clothes in a fire or that Freshman Fifteen has fattened you out of all of your jeans, then I fail to grasp why you think sweatpants or pajama pants are acceptable. You look lazy and sloppy. You lose everyone’s respect when that’s all you wear, all the time. You don’t have five extra seconds to put on some jeans? Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that would cut into your hair straightening time. God forbid you add a curly bed head to an already careless disarray of clothing. By the way, there’s mustard on your left leg you disheveled fuck.

3.  Ugg boots paired with said sweatpants
Really? Ugg boots at all is atrocious. Why would you add to this image of “I don’t care” with those fluffy, piss poor excuses for foot wear? It’s not attractive. Ever. I don’t care who you are.

4. Rain boots…when it’s not raining
I understand you paid the same amount for those things as a regular pair of tennis shoes, but that’s your own damn fault. But they’re super cute! I’m sorry, what? They have polka dots and duckies? They’re comfortable? You don’t have to tie them? IT’S NOT RAINING, DUMB SHIT!  Save your money and buy some tennis shoes.

5. Camouflage
Are you planning on joining the service? Are you already enlisted? Then take that shit off because it’s not a fashion statement. It’s tacky. Unless all you have under that is leggings. Then go home and change, for the love of God. I doubt it’ll make much of a difference for those deer you’re shooting either. They’re laughing, too.

More to come. There will always be something stupid to complain about when it comes to “fashion”.

Stay tuned
CP, Out.

People

I’m going to be specific, in a nameless way.

First I’d like to draw attention to the girl in my Psych 101 class who I’ve endearingly christened “Bump It Girl”. I know you’ve seen the ridiculous hair style. It looks as though you’re stashing an ostrich egg under that bed head of yours.

It looks stupid.
What year do you think this is? Even my *mother* realized that big hair is out. Stacking your hair on top of your head makes you look like an idiot.
And, for the love of God, I hope that hunting jacket is your boyfriend’s. *NOT* because women can’t hunt. I would just like to believe that you’re wearing it for sentimental reasons instead of using it as a fashion statement. Bump it and camouflage.
Hon, you’re just gonna scare away the animals with your tall hair and poorly applied mascara.

Second:
Wearing a shirt that has the word “FOXY” written across the chest disgusts me for two reasons, “Girl Who Can’t Stop Talking”.
1. Who the hell says “foxy” anymore?
2. You are NOT anywhere near foxy.

Also, when arguing a point, it would be wise to avoid such words and phrases:
-kinda
-for the most part
-I think (at the end of a sentence. “blah blah blah, I think.” Very convincing)
-The way I saw it
-Possibly
-What not

Either you agree with yourself or you don’t, miss; which is it?
Also, I’m going to guess that “pragmatic” was your Word of the Day? Yeah, I bet you own one of those nifty calenders and challenges you to utilize a new word every day.
Using it once is enough. After your little argument, or whatever the hell you call it, “pragmatic” doesn’t even sound like a word to me anymore.

Thanks for ruining it.

Peace
CP

Teachers

Before the angry rant commences I would like to make a couple things clear.

One. I want to be a teacher. That’s why I’m in college. I’m paying 40k to be qualified for a job that gets paid less than a bartender.
Two. I appreciate teachers. I don’t usually like when people bash them because these are people that, without them, our society would crumble. Sure, you’re never going to use the Quadratic Formula ever again and the French Revolution didn’t even take place in your native county. So who cares, right?
Wrong.
Education is what made man evolve from cavemen and simple minded folk to the broad minded intellects among us today (granted they are still a rare creature). Teachers give us the building blocks of life. Knowledge. What is life without knowledge? It’s worthless.

Now that that’s out of the way, the angry rant will commence.

Today was the start of my spring semester. Here, at my school (I’ll keep myself safe by remaining somewhat secretive), we go by a semester system. Not quarters. Anyways, my first class was at 8:55 this morning (kill me) and it was Intro to Keyboard.
Not the typing kind. The music kind. I’m going for a BME (Bachelor of Music Education).
So anywho, I’ve had this teacher before. She taught the “We Only Know Where the Notes Are, Teach Us to Apply That” class. Basic of basics.
First off, I’m not really sure she deserves the title teacher when everything she says could have just as easily been read off of a worksheet. Hell, we could have a computer program telling us how to play penta scales and the fingerings of regular scales. My point is, teachers are people who have this beautiful opportunity to touch the lives of America’s youth and mold the minds of tomorrow. Alas there are some who, instead, dumb things down and throw away the opportunity to broaden anyone’s thinking.
Second, we use these electronic pianos and she thinks it’s a real kick to change the settings so that we play that C major scale sounding like a harpsichord. Just about knocked my socks off…..
Third, this woman only teaches morning classes. Like, before 9am. For some people (crazy ones) 9am is nothing. Remember, though, that these are people who go to bed at ten because they have no life. Those are the people that get a kick out of changing their electric piano to clavinova. How do you expect anyone to be able to use both sides of their brain that early in the morning? Reading two clefs and playing two different things with two hands deserves sleep.
Good Gracious, woman!
And I don’t even feel sorry that she’s a professional concert pianist. She could have said no to the job.

Final summarrrrrry: I love teachers. They do some great things and they shape who we are today. They have a lot of responsibility on their hands.
Some of the people in this position, however, are making me feel like 40k a year is a little overkill. (Just kidding, my other teachers are FABULOUS).

Oh for F*ck’s Sake…

It’s funny because of the topic….which you don’t know yet.

But first! Introductions!
I am Christine P. and I have opinions. (A woman with opinions?!?). I am also the author of some lovely poetry on: findingherforte.wordpress.com <—- I can haz visitors?
Anyways, I’ve decided that I need a blog for opinions and shenanigans. For real. So here it is! Totally uncensored, womanly anger! Yay!

And now to serious business.
Porn.
I have many issues with porn. Mostly it boils down to my annoyance with people for thinking that I’m weird for finding it disgusting and horrifying.
Look, this has nothing to do with my maturity level. In fact, for being the ones who have no problems watching a beautiful thing turn vile and repulsing, I’d say this has more to do with *your* maturity level.
Sex, love making, reproducing, etc. is supposed to be a beautiful thing; it IS a beautiful thing. Until you get sex addicts, women with no self respect, and “directors” with perverted, twisted minds involved.
Then you have porn.
First of all, I don’t find watching other people have sex arousing. At all. And if you need that to get you all worked up, I feel that you have some serious issues.
Second, if a  married or taken man insists on watching it, then he must not be satisfied with the “lovin’” he gets from his woman. Personally, I’d be insulted if I were with a guy who watched porn.
Third, it’s numbs society into believing that sex isn’t that big a deal. Which is unfortunate because it’s probably one of the bigger decisions you make in life and it leads to regret and disease.
I wish that, nowadays, people were a bit more humble and respected themselves and each other.

Now, let me get something straight here.
Yes, I am Christian. No, that’s no the only reason I’m against porn. No, I don’t think sex is bad (As previously mentioned, it can be very beautiful and intimate).  Yes, I think exploiting sex is bad.
And that is what porn is doing.
When I turn down watching this or leave the room, I’m uncomfortable. I’m still young and impressionable, people, and I would like to believe there’s still good in this world.
WARNING: GRAPHIC CONTENT AHEAD

When you can sit and watch a guy blow a load in a girl’s face, use her body for his own pleasure (trust me, a lot of guys don’t give a flying SH*T how women feel), and watch a beautiful thing turn ugly and mind numbing…
then you are seriously effed up.

Society has turned love making into such a taboo with bullsh*t like this. They’ve made it dirty, raunchy, and gratuitous. Sex isn’t about orgies, experimenting, and quantity.
It’s about trust, love, and sharing something special with someone you love. And I’m tired of it being abused.

So, go ahead, say I’m immature for “not being able to handle” watching the disgusting display that is porn. But, really, to me it’s more about how they’ve ruined something truly beautiful.
Beautiful things should not be ruined.

CP, out.