The Powerpuff Girls

Deepest apologies, dear and faithful readers! I had promised that I would write today's post during lunch, but I ended up using all the lunch time hanging out with my friends and eating; today's one of my friend's birthdays so we had a mini-party. And I just got finished with two tests, one in Chinese and one in math, so now that I have a tiny bit of down time I can get this done. In addition, my laptop decided to die right as I was writing this.

I've always secretly wanted to be Bubbles from that show The Powerpuff Girls. I found out the other day that they used to be called The Whoop@$$ Crew (symbols representing the letters they resemble), which I guess is fitting, seeing as these girls shoot lasers from their eyes and fight crime despite being oh, 3 feet tall and maybe 8 at the oldest. Anyway, for a while I only thought that I was like Bubbles because she and I both have blond hair and blue eyes, but as it turns out we are also similar personality-wise. She's kind of the sweet and innocent one, and she cries when someone hurts her stuffed animals (I cry when I see an actual animal in pain).

Just an observation: Adele gets way too much airtime. I love her music, don't get me wrong, but I just think audiences need more variety. Last night, Mix 102.9 played "Set Fire to the Rain" at least 3 times within one hour. How do I know? I counted.

Love from your faithful blogger and (David's girl)friend,
Meridith

Thoughts Today...

Yeah, so being the wonderfully effective student I am, I'm writing this post instead of doing a project that's due tomorrow. That was sarcasm, folks. But anyway.


The head department of my school has had this wonderful idea that all courses should assign their students projects at least once quarterly (more often is preferred) instead of tests, but they should be counted as test grades. However, I for one am TERRIBLE at projects. I have zero time management skills, and because of that my projects are usually done hastily the night before they're due. On the other hand, I test very well, which I'm sure is a key factor in how I got accepted to this school in the first place. 


Maybe I just won't go to this school anymore. It's not solely based on the project-based learning; the economy is terrible here (I'm told it's bad pretty much everywhere around the world) and my parents have already given up so much for me to have a Catholic education. I love my school with all my heart, don't get me wrong. The year's not even over yet, but I've met so many wonderful people because of being a student here. It would just make everything easier if I went to a public school. We could have a better house, more care for my grandparents...


Gosh, I don't even know what to do. I need to talk to my parents, that's for sure. 


Love from your faithful blogger and (David's girl)friend,
Meridith

The Super Bowl - What's the Big Deal?

For any of you who aren't from the United States, you might not understand just how greatly obsessed Americans are with football. And by football, I mean the sport with helmets and quarterbacks and a 100-yard field, not soccer. To be honest, I don't understand it either, and I've lived here my entire life!

So today is a big day for football fans - it's the Super Bowl! All over America in just four hours, the majority of our citizens will gather around their televisions armed with paper plates of nachos, pizza, chicken wings, and (at least for people over the age of 21) red plastic cups of cheap beer, all to watch twenty-something men collide with each other over an oblong brown ball. Yeah, I don't get it either. I have to admit, though, the commercials during the Super Bowl are often hilarious and fun to watch. And my family, though not major football fans, always chooses a team to cheer for (this year, we're going for the Giants). 

Anyway, have a great Sunday, and for all you football fans out there, happy Super Bowl!

Love from your faithful blogger and (David's girl)friend,

Meridith 

P.S. Patriots are going DOWN. 

And That's Why I Don't Like Odysseus

I'm in an honors English class. Currently, we are reading books of the Odyssey and then writing an essay about how Telemachus changes throughout the beginning. But, for now we've stopped reading about Telemachus and instead, we are delving into Odysseus's life. I HATE HIM.

Firstly, Odysseus is unfaithful to his wife. I understand that the poor guy has been trying to get home, but you just don't cheat on your wife, no matter how tempting Calypso or Circe or anyone is. His wife Penelope is being courted at home herself, but she doesn't ever give in to her suitors. She refuses to believe that Odysseus very well could be dead. But not Odysseus; he's all, "Oh, I miss my wife, I miss my dear Penelope so much," and then the next stanza says "and they lost themselves in love." Penelope needs a better husband.

My next big reason why I hate Odysseus is that he's really full of himself. Obviously, this epic poem is all about Odysseus, making him the hero. However, you don't go spouting off about how great and righteous you are, especially if you're bragging to someone you just ticked off. Exhibit A: when he and the remainder of his crew have just seconds ago blinded Polyphemus and got on the water again, Odysseus starts shouting "I am the son of Laertes!" and all that jazz. And what does Polyphemus do, in between throwing mountaintops at their ship? He starts praying to Poseidon, who just gives Odysseus a whole lot more trouble than the guy needs. 

So yeah. Odysseus is definitely NOT on my list of favorite people.

Love from your faithful blogger and (David's girl)friend,

Meridith 

Bullying Sucks!

For a lot of my life, I have lived with bullying. I think, to some extent, everyone has. But anyway, a lot of my friends have experienced firsthand how terrible and suckish it is. And a lot of people think that bullying has a certain stopping age, that adults can't be bullies too. 

In sixth grade, there was this boy named Ethan. He was "popular" in the sense that his family was stinking rich and everyone wanted to go to his house, or something. In addition, he was really two-faced (most bullies are: they make you think you're their friend, get you to trust them, and then they turn against you for no reason at all). One day, he came up to me saying there had been a rumor going around about my friend, my other friend, and me all being lesbians. Let me just say right now that is 100% FALSE; I have a boyfriend, so I obviously like guys. And my other two friends like guys, too; all of us have had a boyfriend at one point or another, and one of these two girls seems to not live without having a crush on somebody. Turns out that Ethan had been lying about the rumor; I found out later, but it still made me feel very insecure and hurt that people would have said such mean things. 

There was also this one girl who I still today despise. In high school, we have a term for girls like her but I'm not going to post it on this blog. 

My most recent personal encounter with bullying was about the second week of school this year. I had finished with orchestra practice that morning and went to the cafeteria to eat breakfast.  I walked up the cafeteria's balcony stairs, and since the doors are locked from the outside a girl I'd never met before let me in. None of my friends were at school yet, so I sat down with this girl and her friend. Shortly after, another girl came up and looked at me. I said hi, but all she did was look at me like I was a piece of dirt, look to her friends and say "Who's the creep?" Imagine how that made me feel. I had no idea what to say back, so I just calmly finished my doughnut, threw away my trash, and went to the nearest bathroom so nobody would see me crying. 

Bottom line - DON'T BE A BULLY. Even adults can be bullies to other adults; it's crazy!

Love from your faithful blogger and (David's girl)friend,

Meridith

The Beauty of Being a Nerdfighter

So  I may have mentioned this previously, but I am a die-hard Nerdfighter. I know not many of us out there know what Nerdfighters are, so I'll try to explain to the best of my ability. 


Nerdfighters are, essentially, fans of John and Hank Green (YouTube channel name: vlogbrothers). These two guys are AWESOME. John's a writer; he's been awarded at least one Printz Award, too! His most recent - and in my opinion, best - book is titled The Fault in Our Stars, affectionately referred to by all of Nerdfighteria (the invisible but very real nation of Nerdfighters everywhere) as TFIOS. Hank, on the other hand, is a super-freaking-genius when it comes to science. Hank also sings and writes his own songs; my favorite songs are "A Song About an Anglerfish" and "This Isn't Hogwarts." He and John now have two different channels that they both frequently upload videos to: John does a history series called Crash Course (channel name, appropriately, crashcourse), and Hank is making one about science called Sci Show (aptly named scishow). Their video blogs (or vlogs) were the brainchild of the Green brothers as a way to communicate with each other without using text messages for an entire year. They're hilarious guys, worth checking out. And if you like what you see, you too can become a Nerdfighter easily and painlessly! Nerdfighteria is a wonderful place to live, and you don't even have to move to get there. 


Warning: a lot of what I will say now is going to be pretty confusing if you're not a Nerdfighter and/or haven't watched most of their videos. Watch out for Giant Squids of Anger, my friends! And Decepticons. 


DFTBA! 
Love from your faithful blogger, Nerdfighter, and (David's girl)friend,
Meridith 


P.S. If interested, check out "How To be A Nerdfighter: A Vlogbrothers FAQ" so you can join the awesomeness!

Today's a Good Day after all!!!!

So today wasn't exactly seeming like it would be a good day as I have a history (my worst subject) test and whatnot...but I found out something quite happy-fying (yes, that is a word) just now. So yeah. I wish Saturday would hurry up and come, though.

My dogs, as you have read about earlier, are crazy. My puppy Sassy, for instance, loves to murder toys that have squeakers, particularly the ducks. She's taken several victims, but for some reason she's stopped recently. I think it's because of the lack of possible victims, and we're not about to supply her with more.

Gotta go, guys! Math quiz in 4 minutes!

Love from your faithful blogger and (David's girl)friend,
Meridith