Although I have a whole link section to the right of my website, I thought I should give a more specific shout out to some of my favorite websites/blogs on the internet before SOPA/PIPA takes them all down.
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It’s been almost two years since I graduated from high school, and although I know I’m fairly well situated compared to a lot of my former classmates because I can cook and clean for myself and I’m reasonably intelligent, there are still some gaps in my education that I wished were better filled before letting me fly from the public school nest. So here are the seven things I wish I’d been taught back in high school that would have benefited me greatly out here in the “real world.”
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I haven’t been particularly girly since I hit about 8. Before, it was frilly dresses, hair bows, and happiness, but after? Plaid shirts, cargo pants, and a bad attitude. Once I got out of the hell prison that some like to call “middle school”, I tried to turn it around a little bit. I wore blouses instead of basketball teeshirts, jeans that hugged instead of hid me, and I even experimented with makeup. It was really hard at first; I felt like I was betraying almost a decade of hard, tomboy work. But even as I began to get comfortable with some colorful eyeshadow and maybe a skirt or two every once in a while, one thing never changed. No matter how much I tried, I just couldn’t get comfortable with nail polish.
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When I was in high school (and middle school, for that matter), I was a super depressing writer. I was also a pretty depressed person, which you’ve already heard a lot about so I won’t go into details, but needless to say, that influenced my writing heavily. So I thought it would be fun to do a compare/contrast thingy with a novel I wrote my junior year of high school, “Reticence”, and with the short story I wrote last semester, “Super.” Both pieces of work dealt with the theme of being alone, although one is set in a regular high school and one is set in a San Fransisco where superheroes are just another part of the day.
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Oooooo, it’s Friday the 13th! WITHDRAW ALL THE MONEY FROM YOUR BANK ACCOUNTS AND HEAD FOR THE HILLS BECAUSE EVERYONE IS GOING TO DIE-

yeah ok. According to Wikipedia, there is no documented history of the Friday the 13th superstition before the 1950s. There are a lot of theories about why people are so freaked out by this day, but they all boil down to this: People are stupid. Yes. If you believe in superstitions, it’s going to be very hard for me to respect your intelligence, or your existence on this planet, or your right to breathe my air. (That’s right, I’m going controversial with this blog) Here’s why:
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