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The Weight Conundrum, and Why I Feel For Girls With Eating Disorders

OMG, a post!

Okay, so just bear in mind that when I say weight, I mean skinniness/fatness, as there are zero working scales in my house.

I’m just under 5 feet tall, 16, reasonably muscular (dance, karate), and tiny but curvy (not curvy as in that euphemism for fat, just as in… having curves, I guess), and so naturally, my weight is sort of a concern for me. Like, because I’m so short, I feel like I should weigh a lot less than everyone else, and when I don’t, I feel really self-conscious. For instance, I always feel awkward when taller girls are talking about their weights and are like, “Ugh, I feel so fattt. I just ate 3 cupcakes. I’m going to weigh like 125 this weekend,” because if they weigh less than 125 and they’re wayyy taller than me, then what would they think of my weight? And if I weigh the same as they do, that makes me fatter, right? Horrible outlook to have, I know. But it’s there, nonetheless. Also, I worry that since everyone else looks at me from a bird’s eye view, I may appear very squat. And I don’t want to be squat. And PLUS, all the other girls look skinnier than me because they wear size B bras and have sticks for limbs. And, of course, there’s always that thing called being a teenager.

Why this is relevant: Today, I was feeling very fat, to put it bluntly. Actually, all this week. It was gross. So I came home, threw my stuff down, and hid in my room with my computer. I started googling “how to dress my body shape,” since I have a Sweet 16 party to go to this weekend, and I’ve been in a panic about what the hell to wear since I feel like I’ve suddenly gained 10 pounds. However, when I got out the tape measure and took my measurements, I found that my waist is thinner than it was in 8th grade, despite me feeling like crap and sensing some upcoming period bloating. Great way to screw with me, brain.

So about those anorexic and bulimic girls: The truth is, if I felt like this every day of my life, I think I would stop eating, too. Our perception of ourselves tends to be very inaccurate, and it’s very hard to get you out of that pessimistic mind frame. Furthermore, it hurts more to be told you’re fat by other people. It’s expected of my little sister, since she’s not very creative with her insults, but when someone like your mom or your so-called friend or your biggest crush or that girl who’s the prettiest in the grade or in MY case, your DOCTOR treats you like you’re obese at (again) under 125 pounds, you feel like absolute crap. Just remember, sometimes people are wrong, and that includes you, too. You just have to learn to see yourself for what you are.


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On Things Ending…

I’ve been giving this quite a bit of thought recently, and I’ve come to the conclusion that everything really does eventually come to an end. And as a young person, as a teenager, I think I’ve been denying this truth for the past 15 1/2 years of my life. Because it’s frightening, really it is, that something that has become so regular and so normal that you don’t even give its existence a second thought can just cease.

And people say, optimists, mostly, that it’s alright because old things have to end in order for new things to begin, but what about a child with cancer? Or a widower who commits suicide? How can you say that these things just have to happen to make way for newer, better things? I don’t believe that for a second. But these things happen, anyways. And I guess the crushing, horrible question is simply, why?

It’s an awful feeling, to wake up and realize, there will never be another Artemis Fowl book. Or, I will never see that person again because they just moved halfway across the world (by the way, I am NOT talking about you, Allie, because I know I will see you again someday). Or, that person is dead; they will never interact with anyone, let alone me, ever again.

Why do things have to end, especially prematurely? Like, I understand that authors can only write about one topic for so long and that the elderly have immune system issues and become sick and die, but the disruptions to this ordinary timeline-why do they happen? Is it just because there needs to be a balance in the world? That endings are sewn into the very fabric of time just like beginnings?

The perfect example to sum this all up is: How come Steig Larsson had to die so suddenly in the middle of writing his Millennium series? And who really knows the answer to these kinds of questions? God? Does God sit there and pick and chose who has to die, what has to end? I certainly don’t think so. I don’t think any being is directly responsible; I suppose it’s just an as-yet incomprehensible part of how our universe works.


Adding to World Suck: Sexual Harassment.

So today wasn’t really a great day. For starters, I was nearly ten minutes late to Geometry and I found out I might not be able to go to Ben Gibbard’s first solo NYC show. And secondly, during Chem class I was sexually harassed by the three MORONS in my Chem TABLE. (The dictionary defines Sexual Harassment as “Harassment (typically of a woman) in a workplace, or other professional or social situation, involving the making of unwanted sexual advances”). Despite the fact that I asked them to Please Stop, and shot them several I-am-Seriously-Considering-Murder Looks over the course of the two-hour long Lab period they just kept going. Even when the teacher asked them to STOP, they persevered. WHY? I have no idea. WHY did they feel the need to tell me that If I was SMART, then I would MAKE OUT with them? WHY did they THINK I would even LIKE to make out with them? WHY, of all things, did The Biggest Moron of All of Them¹ imply that I WAS LUCKY to HAVE HIM TALK TO ME? WHY would he THINK it was okay TO MAKE ME UNCOMFORTABLE even when I (assertively) asked him to? MOST IMPORTANTLY, WHY DID THEY FEEL THE NEED TO REDUCE ME TO NOTHING MORE THAN THE BUTT OF THEIR JOKES? WHY DID THEY FEEL THE NEED TO HUMILIATE ME LIKE THAT? (I wonder, is it because I AM AT LEAST TWICE AS SMART AS THEY WILL EVER BE????)


I’ve never expressed interest in any of those guys in any way, other than to ask them to PLEASE SHUT UP AND LET ME DO MY WORK, or to PLEASE PASS ME THE FREAKING BEAKERS, BECAUSE I AM THE ONE DOING ALL THE FRACKING LAB-WORK.







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Thoughts on the First Day of School part II

Despite what the title says, this post will be about my Second Day of School. I apologize for misleading you, Person On The Other Side Of The Screen.

Today we had our afternoon classes (Periods 5-8), followed by a Club Fair aimed mainly at the Freshmen and new upperclassmen. Period 5, for me, means English 10 with Mrs. Moore and Mr. Lyndaugh. It turns out my friend Anjali–who was in my Bio and Freshman Focus classes–is in my same class this time! We started went through the Core Novels we would read this year: Lord of the Flies, To Kill a Mockingbird, A Secret Peace… pretty dark books, according to Mrs. Moore. We did an exercise where they gave us a certain place, say Home or the Amusement Park, and we had to write down feelings and thoughts we associated with that place. We spent about a half hour doing that, before we had to go to our next classes.

Sixth period was Finance Class. You have no idea how interesting was. No, I’m serious. At least by the end of the course I will have an idea of how to make a budget, and be Financially Responsible. Also the teacher and I have the same last name. HOW FUNNY.On the bright side, my friend Nina from last year’s History and Algebra classes was there!

I had Gym during seventh period, and we got our lockers straightened out. Apparently we got the same ones as last year, only with a different combination.  I’m in a pretty big group–30 kids or so–and I don’t know most of them. I do know a couple of kids from my algebra class last year, and a girl from Fest.

The last period of the day was US History, which is possibly my favourite subject ever. Also, Maddy is in my class.

I think that People-In-My-Classes-wise today wasn’t too bad. Especially with one of my friends in one of my classes.

And this is how the Incredibly Riveting Story of Somebody’s First Two Days of School Finally Concludes.


Thoughts on the First Day of School.

Today, was my first day of school, as you might have inferred from the title of this post. Yippe. No more endless days of doing pretty much nothing (read: watching Doctor Who and Graham Norton reruns). Now, I have to go to Geometry, Chem, and/or French in the morning, snd English, Gym, Finance and/or History in the afternoon. I have to surround myself with Actual Human Beings, and I have to Deal with them.

However, I have to admit that m y first day as a Proper Sophomore wasn’t bad at all. I started off with Chem, in a class  where I only actually know four people, including one of the teachers. We got to play with Legos (read: we performed an activity involving Legos, all in the name of scientific inquiry), and do pretty much nothing for about twenty minutes. Since Chem (and really all the science courses that require Lab Time) has block periods once in the four-day rotation, I had a free second period. I was more than ready to spend the following hour laughing to myself whilst reading Libba Bray’s Beauty Queens. I highly recommend it, along with  the rest of her works.(I ♥ Libba). Luckily, Ari–a friend of mine from last year’s Latino Fest–happened to have the same free as I, so we spent the whole period roaming the building, and looking for people. We found Maddy in her Finance class, and Elizabeth in what presumably was her History class.

We both had French next, so near the end of the period we headed up to the third floor, and waited across the hall, in between rooms 322 and 324. When the bell rung, I saw Danny walking out of his French class (in Mme Pretat’s old room!), and said hi and agreed to work on some Club Fair posters later.

Madame Palumbo is such a contrast from Madame Pretat, I daresay. These two are incredibly different. Mme Palumbo is a French native, and therefore speaks flawless French. It sounds so… pretty when she speaks it! She also seems to have her wits about her, in a way my former teacher didn’t.  She seems to know how to control a class, although it really is hard to tell on the first class. (I think I should add that Mme Pretat was a very nice lady, but not nescessarily the best teacher. She discussed the Deschanel sisters with me during class, for chrissakes! and she didn’t really know how to explain stuff to people. Or how to shut people up).

My last class of the day was Geometry, and both of my teachers seem not only really nice, but really able to explain everything appropriately. She even gave us Hershey’s Kisses. They had us do a worksheet on finding patterns–both numerical and shape-y. I felt like I was back in grammar school.

I’m actually excited for the classes I had today, although I wish I could say the same about the people in them. I know very few (if any) of them, but it seems that they aren’t the types I would voluntarily hang out with because if they read, it’s because they are forced to, and that is something I’ve personally never understood, and because they give off Decepticon Vibes, and are therefore not made of awesome. I shall reserve judgement for later on, when I have more data to go on by, like you know… October!

I hope all of you who have gone back to school, or will do so in the near future have a great time. Remember to keep an open mind, and try not to focus too much on the 20+ episodes of Twin Peaks waiting to be watched after school.

As they say in my hometown, DFTBA!

and yes, I did just quote John Green.



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I am extremely bored right now, so I’m obviously doing this to kill time.

My sister has been playing soccer with her friend for the last hour and fifteen minutes. Now, I know that is nothing, when it comes to going to watch people at soccer… That is if you like the sport. If you do, then I suppose you could spend inordinate amounts of time watching people run after a ball, and kick it all the way up and down the field, whilst trying to steal it from the opposing team and score a few goals of the opposing team’s goal thing. I, however, am not one of those people. I’m also not the kind of person to sit in the sun, while pretending to have any idea of what is going on in the field. For this reason, I have spent the last hour watching the last bit of the Hunger Games movie, reading J.D. Salinger’s Franny and Zooey, and Conan Doyle’s The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes for the fifth time, and going through Arthur Darvill’s Instagram (because even if you’re not a Whovian *gasp*, you are sort of forced to admit that he is adorable, as my sister puts it.), and wondering if the Library might have any Avenger, or Wonder Woman, or Doctor Who comic books that might make time go by faster. As far as I can tell, there are a lot of Star Wars graphic novels, and stuff like World of Warcraft , but nothing that’s incredibly interesting. There’s also a lot of Manga and Anime stuff, but I’ve never really been into that kind of stuff, for some reason.

I’m currently getting odd looks for wearing boots in the summer. To top it off, I’m also wearing sparkly laces, because I couldn’t find the regular ones. *Spoiler Alert: I found them INSIDE ANOTHER pair of boots that do not require laces.*


I’ve had those laces for years, and wore them with my converse hi-tops, until my mom decided they looked ‘tacky’, which to be completely frank, is how she would describe my clothes a good 40% of the time. Why? I haven’t got the faintest idea. Nevertheless, they look cool. (I wear sparkly laces. Sparkly laces are cool.)

I will continue to try to fight this losing battle against boredom. Maybe the current Minister of Magic (M.O.M!) could dispatch a couple of Dementors to perform The Kiss right now. Or, better yet, Hagrid. Could send me either a Unicorn or an owl to entertain me. Or perhaps George could send me a couple of Pigmy Puffskeins to amuse me. And make my dog jealous.



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A Short Note…

On the argument of the glass being half full or half empty:

If I have just drunk half of the water, the glass is half empty.

If I have just filled the glass up halfway, the glass is half full.

It’s as simple as that, folks. I am neither a pessimist or an optimist; I am a REALIST. 😛

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New Season of Bones!

So, as many of you may know, and as ALL of you SHOULD know, the new season of Bones starts on Monday, September 17th at 8/7c.

I have some high hopes for this season. Mainly this is because the last season ended, in my opinion, rather suckishly. I mean really, what kind of ending was that to the season finale?

This is what Fox has to say so far about the upcoming season:

“This past season, Brennan and Booth welcomed the birth of their daughter Christine. In addition, the season finale episode brought back evil tech genius Christopher Pelant (guest star Andrew Leeds) who mysteriously managed to manipulate the legal system to tie key pieces of evidence to Brennan in a murder investigation, with suspicion now falling on her.

Season Eight will begin with Brennan on the run with her father Max (guest star Ryan O’Neal) as a fugitive both from the law and serial killer Pelant, while Booth is determined not only to try to prove Brennan’s innocence but – with the help of Cam, Hodgins, and Angela – to place the blame where it belongs, on the murderous Pelant.”

–You can read the full article here:

Okay, so quotes from Fox aside, I was really disappointed last season. While I laughed with the team and enjoyed BonesXBooth SO SO SO much, I thought the episodes were kind of jumbled. I don’t know if it was just me, but there wasn’t as much of a base story-line throughout the episodes… it was kind of just “Oh okay, so the first one or two episodes are going to have Pelant… then let’s have a bunch in between with random killers and not mention Pelant AT ALL and OOH can’t forget to mention Christine. She’s a cutie. Oh and BTDUBS there’s also a new squint but he kinda is going to disappear for a while and we won’t actually tell you why but we are hinting that Cam is afraid of his past but then he’s SUDDENLY back and OHMIGOD dating Michelle…. Oh and um. Now Pelants back, pinning a murder on Brennan, and Max, being the genius that he is, convinces her to run away with Christine, leaving Booth in the dust.”
See? I can describe the majority of the entire season in a few run-on sentences. But hey, that’s a writer’s style choice.

Anyways, I just wasn’t that impressed with the season. Season 6 was much better in my opinion. Although losing Vincent made me cry, the fact that it in some weird way brought Booth and Brennan to have a baby just made me love the season even more. I just felt that the episodes in Season 7 weren’t as fluid with the story. And I know that not every episode has the same killer. That’s what makes it interesting. But I mean, they completely strayed from other aspects of that basic idea and didn’t really tie together many things until the last couple of episodes.

All in all, I’m really hoping for Season 8 to be really strong. I’m also interested to see how they continue on from where they left off.


‘Fake Geek Girls’… whaaaaaaat?

I don’t know what it is with (so-called)  Cool People and geeks, or with my parents and me calling myself a nerd, or with Joe Peacock and ‘hot chicks’ wearing super-hero costumes.


I have tried (and tried, and tried) to figure out the first two issues. In doing so I have ended up with far more questions than I had in the first place.

To begin, I think it would be useful to have definition. Check out Possibly One Of The Most Accurate Venn Diagrams Ever below:

A Geek, as we can so clearly see, is a person that is both intelligent and obsessive. Alright. But then, what is a cool person? Are Cool People not intelligent? not obsessive? are they, say, jocks? or those super-model types? Who says Geeks and Nerds aren’t cool?

Here we run into our first problem.

I happen to think the Conventionally Cool People are actually rather boring. [Please note I’m making vast generalizations!] Instead, its people who are thought of as ‘Geeks’ and ‘Nerds’ that I seem to have an easier time relating to. My friends and I are all self-described Nerds. We fangirl over pretty much anything. In fact, this blog is ‘dedicated’ to our Nerd-ness.  We’re smart, and obsessive (we do say so ourselves…) and Socially Awkward.  We unironicaly fall in love with stuff, and nobody should be able to say whether we love stuff enough to be considered Nerds or Geeks.

Then there’s the ‘stigma’ attached to any one of these words. Thanks to the media, Nerds and Geeks are like characters straight out of shows like  Freaks & Geeks ,The Big Bang Theory or Bones. We’re not all Sheldon Cooper  or Zack Addy or Neal Schweiber¹. No matter how much we admire them, we shall never be them. And I say this as someone who thinks Sheldon Cooper is one of the Coolest Humans I should Ever Be So Lucky to Meet. Geek or Nerd should be a word among many used to describe someone. Just because I call myself a Nerd, it doesn’t mean I’m going to be Just A Nerd. I’m also Bookish, a  Nerdfighter, Klutzy, Feminist, Lover of Food. It would be like objectifying people, rendering them into one-layered beings, without much substance.

This leads me to what originally prompted me to write this post.

A person is not a label. People, by definition, are many-layered beings that are constantly evolving. This is something Mr. Joe Peacock does not seem to understand.  He seems to think that a ‘hot chick’ who goes around SDCC wearing a super-hero costume can be nothing more than a woman who is flaunting herself at true geeks (aka: Men) because she is getting paid to do so, but not because she has “any interest or history in gaming”. What is also sadder than him being genuinely convinced that pretty women can’t be true geeks, is that he seems to think Geeky Men are essentially Losers.

What I’m talking about is the girls who have no interest or history in gaming taking nearly naked photos of themselves with game controllers draped all over their body just to play at being a “model.”  I get sick of wannabes who couldn’t make it as car show eye candy slapping on a Batman shirt and strutting around comic book conventions instead.

I’m talking about an attention addict trying to satisfy her ego and feel pretty by infiltrating a community to seek the attention of guys she wouldn’t give the time of day on the street.

I call these girls “6 of 9”. They have a superpower: In the real world, they’re beauty-obsessed, frustrated wannabe models who can’t get work.

They decide to put on a “hot” costume, parade around a group of boys notorious for being outcasts that don’t get attention from girls, and feel like a celebrity. They’re a “6” in the “real world”, but when they put on a Batman shirt and head to the local fandom convention du jour, they instantly become a “9”.

They’re poachers. They’re a pox on our culture. As a guy, I find it repugnant that, due to my interests in comic books, sci-fi, fantasy and role-playing games, video games and toys, I am supposed to feel honored that a pretty girl is in my presence. It’s insulting.

What kind of society is this, where a person’s beauty dictates their worth? Where their interests dictate how ‘In’ they are? Why does Mr. Peacock feel that a model couldn’t possibly be genuinely interested in gaming? Is it possible that he watched that Wizards of Waverly Place episode where Alex’s model friends start playing Dragons & Dungeons or whatever with Justin and Zeke? Why does he imply that a Geek Guy would be honored to see a girl who would normally ignore him In The Real World dressed up as his favourite comic-book character?  Why does he feel that in a Geek’s Mind a normal woman would instantly become 100× more attractive simply by donning a Wonder Woman costume?

Is Emily Deschanel any prettier, or any more attractive/badass dressed up as Wonder Woman (“We’re like Wonder Woman and Super Man after a bad date.” *fangirling*) than she is wearing her every-day clothes?













I didn’t think so.

As for the “Who Decides Who’s a Geek and Who’s Not” dilemma:

I believe that Felicia[Day]’s main drive is probably writing and acting, and that geek culture is where she chooses to exercise her talents. She’s found a niche, and she works within that niche – but so have Nathan Fillion, George Takei, Wil Wheaton… All actor/writers who make the most of their geek celebrity. However, no one gets it in their blood to call these guys out.

Clearly he must have some power when it comes to deciding who’s a Geek and who isn’t. Who says that Nathan Fillion and Wil Wheaton aren’t geeks? Hasn’t it occurred to him that actors go for papers for reasons other than a big paycheck after every episode? I’d like to think that maybe Fillion signed on to Joss Whedon’s Firefly because he liked being a part of the Jossverse, or that Mr. Wil Wheaton actually was a Star Trek fan before he became Wesley Crusher. (“WE ARE THE WESLEY CHRUSHERS!!!!” Oh, Shelly!!!!!). Maybe he really liked the Flight Suits.  Maybe he was a fan of Eureka² or The Big Bang Theory before going on as Dr. Parrish and himself.

The last line of the quote above makes him sound like a hypocrite, when you think about what he said only a few lines previously. Afterall, shouldn’t he at least afford those so-called ‘hot chicks’ and ‘booth babes’ the same benefit of the doubt he affords to these men?♦


Geek Out: Booth Babes Need not Apply

Forbes: ‘Fake Geek Girls’: How Geek Gatekeeping is Bad for Business

HelloGiggles: Fake. Geek. Girls.

¹Guys, remember when Sam and Bill helped Neal find out why his dad was being so weird towards Sam? And it turns out he was cheating on Mrs. Schweiber? I think your Dentist is someone you should never mess with. I mean, what if they screw up your teeth?

²Why is it that I just found out Eureka ended rather recently? I was starting to ship Jack and Allison! and Holly and Fargo! and Andy and Sarah! and Lupo and Zane! waaaaahhhhh!!!

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On the Ethics of Shipping (Harry Potter)

Happy Birthday, Harry Potter and J.K. Rowling!! Today is Harry Potter’s 32nd Birthday and J.K. Rowling’s 47th!!!

And yesterday was Professor Neville Longbottom’s 32nd Birthday, so Happy [Belated] Birthday to him, as well!!! 🙂 🙂 🙂

Shipping in the Harry Potter fandom to me seems to be just amazingly complicated. For instance: Sure, I ship Severus/Lily but would cry for WEEKS if Harry Potter ceased to exist! Wouldn’t anybody? And also: How are you supposed to ship Dramione if this means Scorpius would not be born? (And: Is partial shipping even possible? Like, by definition, can I ship Remus/Sirius SOMETIMES instead of ALL THE TIME?? Because I love Tonks, I really do…) But I seem to always be able to find a way around this; my real shipping ethics don’t come into play until Harry Potter himself comes up.

In general, I consider myself a Fairly Strong Shipper of Harry/Ginny. I mean, it’s near impossible to imagine them not together; it would be simply Not Right. However, I absolutely despise most Harry/Ginny fanfiction. I mean, I would rather read Hermione/Ron fanfiction than Harry/Ginny, and I HATE Ron. ESPECIALLY with Hermione.*

[*This goes back to me hating Ron’s personality, I think. He’s really mean and obnoxious and insensitive and just plain immature for most of the time. Specifically towards Hermione. And I know what you’re saying, that young boys express their feelings for girls by making fun of them, but you know what? I could make that same argument for Draco, who is less mean and obnoxious and insensitive and immature towards Hermione and instead just likes picking on her. So if that was true, wouldn’t it be Draco who liked Hermione? Exactly.]

The main reason I dislike most Harry/Ginny fanfiction is probably because Ginny is a very hard character to write. I would know. I’ve tried. Her personality is less simple and defined than Harry’s, always the Determined Hero, or Hermione’s, the Bookworm, or even Voldemort’s, the Heartless Bad Guy. Instead, she’s something of a mix between several archetypes. She’s a bit of a Tomboy, but she’s also Independent and a Fiercely Loyal Friend. She is Sporty and has had LOADS of Boyfriends. So all in all, she’s pretty confusing. This makes it exceptionally hard for people who are not J.K. Rowling to write her completely In Character; the only really great Ginnys I have read are written by Dramione authors, who mostly focus on the Fiercely Loyal Friend part of her character.

That being said, I much prefer to read Harry/Hermione fanfiction, although I do not ship Harmony in canon AT ALL. I have no idea why this is. I guess I might like the fluffiness that is usually present in these stories? This shipping is certainly much different from my OTPs (TTPs?), Draco/Hermione and Artemis/Holly, as the fics are pretty much Pure Fluff without any Sarcastic Humor and Sharp Wit. And so in that way, it may be me Looking For Something Different. But it also might be just because it’s so interesting to think about how Harry and Hermione’s friendship could have, under different circumstances, developed into Something More. So I really have no clue about the reasons behind my unorthodox attraction to Harry/Hermione fanfiction. But I do know that reading it is far more enjoyable than reading Harry/Ginny fanfiction.

Happy birthday again to Harry, J.K. Rowling, and Neville!!

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