politics, manifestos, and hypocrisy

i am certainly not one to bash others for their political or religious views, but i do draw a line at some point. something that i cannot stand is a hypocrite. i believe a man is only as good as his word, without being gender specific. i have examples of the hypocrisy i am referencing to. i will go in order of the title to make things organized and easier to ingest.

politically, i am torn between two political parties that are neither democrat or republican; but that is beside the point. we all know of the crazed inbred hick that is "nObama" that wants his bible and his guns at the low price of health care. this is the same man who also wants everyone to help his family out in hard times and blames the media or the school system every time Little Billy comes home saying dirty words or talks about people who don't share the same beliefs he does. God forbid Little Billy becomes aware that there is more than one religion or the fact that not all boys like girls. as for democrats, or any other "prObama" kiddie, they aren't to angelic either. i don't think they know what the word majority means. the health care plan was to help out those who cannot afford to supply basic means for themselves and their families. theoretically, this is a brilliant plan. theoretically being the word of the day. the plan would help millions, this is true. but how many actually deserve it? i would guess that less than 20% actually do. the rest are living off of unemployment, as they have since before the recession and are reaping from the benefits. free health care is a horrible idea. i know for a fact that there are thousands that do not need it. there are kids in my class that receive government funding and they have a Dolce and Gabbana purse. i know you are arguing, "what if they were given the purse?" that is beside the point. oh, and their mother's drug dealer boyfriend's Caddie is also beside the point. as much as Democrats say they are "open minded", they sure are not open minded to accept those who are Republicans. hypocrites,  both are dirty hypocrites.

well, to say the least, my favorite manifesto creator would have to be... Karl Marx. the Unabomber is a close second, in the fact that he's an insane emo kid that likes the woods a bit much. people who do not understand the purpose of a manifesto obviously should not be reading a blog. manifestos, in some cases, should be seen through clear eyes; purified of all bias. if you do not grasp my concept, go read Junie B. Jones and forget these typed words so you can sleep better at night in your racecar bed.

The Art of Warcraft

okay, so i have to go on about WoW. i have posted nonstop about other things and now i have to post about the ting that has gotten me through/over many occasions and feelings. it has also had it's fair list of cons as well. World of Warcraft is stereotypically a "guy thing" but i'm sorry douchebags, i PvP like a BOSS. just so you know, i'm FTH and if you are an ally, gtfo. currently i am a lvl 83 Blood-Elf Frost Mage. a kitty, yes. i bought cata as a collector's and i have all the box sets. i have merch and i'm ready to yell at any fat ally dude out there that wants to say that the Horde sucks. 


What WoW has helped me through:

• a summer
• during the summer of '10, i wasn't really going 'out'. i sat at home and played WoW with my friend Alec. [for those who use vent, that's cool, but i enjoy Skype] we skyped from 12pm to 3am. day in, day out. how saddening.
• sophomore year
• my then boyfriend, Corey, got a job and really didn't have time for me. i played WoW to keep myself from thinking that my own boyfriend didn't want to talk to me.

Cons of WoW:

• Yes, WoW steals your soul.
• Costly, i'm a broke teenager. Blizzard merch is expensive
• a break-up
• when corey broke up with me, we are Real ID friends, and i couldn't go online with the threat he, or our mutual friends, being online.

in all consideration, i still play. but, i refuse to let myself get fat or acne ridden as Eric Cartman did. by the way, thanks guys for all that publicity. but i am whole heartedly a WoW nerd.  because, live or die... Lok'tar Ogar!

prom 2011 - the aftermath

as posted in my previous blog, i went to prom this year. we took pictures at the prom's location and went to eat at Miyabi's; this lovely Japanese bar and grill in the Columbia/Irmo area. the food was fantastic. a true dinner and a show. after we left there, we went back to prom. prom itself was just as i expected, a little awkward and a lot of talking without that much movement. then things turned for the more annoying point of view. my friend, Nickpapageorgeo, brought a girl to prom that was wearing the exact same dress. i don't know if you know how pissed that makes someone, but it's above and beyond rage. i honestly wanted to shoot an ice lance at her face. things became really awkward for a while, that is, until the Cupid Shuffle came on. i don't know why, but that dance is extremely popular at my high school. that and Dougie(ing). we started the Cupid Shuffle and of course, of all people, the zipper on the back of my dress broke and tore all the way down to my ass. i ran out of the congregation area, with Kayla and Meggy, and went to the bathroom to see if she could unzip and re-zip it. of course that would be too difficult to understand and did not work. yeah, i did cry. a lot. my friend Heather than came into the bathroom with her friend Kayla (another Kayla) and said that she had another dress in her car. you are probably thinking the same thing i was... who the hell carries dresses around?! she handed me a blue dress that was held up by a strap around my neck. bless her heart, but this dress made me look fat and was too big. i wore it and called my mom. she brought me my freshman year prom dress and i wore that for the remainder of the night. over all, i enjoyed it. jason was very patient and kind. 


in all consideration, prom 2011 wasn't all that bad. actually, if i didn't go with Jason, it probably would have permanently been scarred. 

prom 2011

that time of the year has once again rolled around. prom. the times when you have to decide who you would like to waste an ample amount of money on and go to a horrible decorated building with. this year, i will be going with Jason. but, like all, i must tell of my previous proms. no, they aren't that interesting, but i would like to recollect how they have been in comparison. 

freshman year

i went with, then boyfriend, corey. it was a nice prom with an okay theme. the theme was masquerade. we had little masks sitting all around the tables and the backdrop was something you would expect from The Masquerade of the Red Death. deep coloured drapes and all. my dress was beautiful. i had purchased it at Dillards and i knew i had to have it time i saw it. why this cheesy and cliche' statement? because Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls was playing when i saw it. it was meant to be. black with white trim. when you picked up the dress, it was actually square shaped. kayla, my cousin and best friend, was shopping with me when we found it. very Helena, very dark, very me. the prom itself was probably better than the year following due to the fact that i had more of my friends going to this prom. the rest graduated that year. music kind of sucked but that's how it is with DJ's at high school proms. i do remember leaving prom and wanting to go anywhere but home. so we tried to go to Wal-Mart. don't judge, i'm from SC. when we get to Wal-Mart, we could tell something was wrong. i get to the door. Wal-Mart was closed. yes. the infamous 24-hour-always-open-no-matter-if-there-is-hurricane-force-winds Wal-Mart was closed. i felt so betrayed. turns out, the Wal-Mart in my town closes at 11. what.the.hell. so corey took me home and that was that.

sophomore year

this year, again, i went with corey who was still my boyfriend. at my school, you cannot buy your own prom ticket until you are a junior. which meant that if you were above the age of 14 and younger than 21 and was not a junior or senior, you better find one who needed a date. well, i wore a blue strapless dress. it had a black sash and was nice with my pasty skin tone. it was a relatively nice prom. quant. but it was a bit lonely since my friends had tapered off in the past year. the music really sucked that year. i think the DJ had Beiber Fever. the prom was themed as 'A Night Under The Stars' and had these big bue and silver sparkly stars everywhere. the decorations were exceptionally better than the previous year. we left prom and he took me home. no midnight bowling. no Waffle House. just home. to do nothing.

so this year is themed 'A Red Carpet Event' and the invitations look like garbage. Jason will be meeting a majority of my friends at this event... looking like James Bond. it's going to be great. 

those depressing days

i know we've all been there. sitting around, feeling like crying your eyes out. whenever asked what's wrong, you can't really give a valid reason other than the fact that you are 'bored to tears'. i am currently having one of those moments. i don't know what you do when you have these moments, but i sit in my room, in the dark, and listen to depressing 'slit my wrists' music and hope it's the end of the world as i know it. cheery, right? i don't know why i would do this, considering the antidote is definitely sunlight, friends, and a lot of loud music. for some reason i like to bask in my self pity and hope that everyone else who i hate feels my pain. 

wow. i really sound like an emo kid. i'm sure Miricalgrow would be proud. 

oh! another grand aspect to this pity party is that i become skeptical and more paranoid than usual. i talk myself into believing that my friends hate me and that my boyfriend no longer wants my company. truth be told, i actually fear the second portion of that statement more than the first. right now, i am so scared to believe that Jason no longer wants my company. i know it's an irrational fear, but it's still there. white elephant? any who, i know that he loves me. hell, if he didn't love me, i wouldn't know how to handle it. 

not to be mushy, but this is MY blog and i can praise my boyfriend as much as i would like. the reason i value his life in mine is because he's everything i want. if i didn't have him there to talk to me, i would be the loneliest person i know of. saddening, i know. 

i wouldn't speak so highly of Jason if it weren't true. to all of those who would like to critic him, go die. everyone has low points and high points. i'm sorry he has more high points than you. his mistakes have been assessed and now there is nothing, to me, that is wrong or unjust about him. 

NOTE: i am not trying to take away his hardass image, that is not the goal. i'm sure he can kick your ass, but to me, i like to see how kind and passionate he is. 

now that i have strayed completely off topic, i would like to return. the point of this whole rant is that, if you want to be happy on those unhappy days, go out and do fun things. but, if you are like me and would like to wallow in self pity, put in a chick flick that reminds you that you think your boyfriend doesn't love you anymore and cry until your little heart breaks. oh, you get extra points if you can do it while in footy pajamas! 

i would like to say that i am still depressed, but alas, i am not. Jason has, once again, brightened my day. best part, he doesn't even know it... another reason that i love him. 

Sundays

have you ever woken up, on a sunday, and had the feeling that your life is on a rapid decrease? yeah. welcome to the slump that i am currently stuck in. every sunday, i wake up with all of the intentions that make a day grand. like, 'i'm going to finish my english project.' and 'i will clean up my room.' but alas, these things are not accomplished because i soon realize that the day will end the same no matter how productive i am. 

now that you have read all of that pessimistic, boring bullshit, time to discuss the more sunny aspects of sunday. on sundays, i enjoy playing World of Warcraft. yes, i am one of those people and since this is MY blog, i will probably make a many references to the game or rant about it quite frequently. i also enjoy hanging out around the house with my sisters because, well, they are on their way to become hilarious people. i enjoy swimming when it's warm, and bitching about the cold when it's cold. 

i know all of these things sound peachy, but to be honest, there is one activity that beats them all. yes, there is an activity out there that i love more that WoW. that activity, well... i love to be around my boyfriend, Jason. i know, mushy, but it's true. it's one of those things that make me extremely happy day-after-day and he can brighten up any bad day i have, even a sunday.