The World would be a better place if...

http://gizmodo.com/5513783/the-world-would-be-better-if-everyone-watched-this-video

I have included the link to the video I will be talking about above. Go watch it.

I would like to start off by saying that this video hit me like a big frisbee to the face. (Believe me, it gets your attention). I didn't expect it that morning when I watched it and as I was trying to hold back tears, I started sending it and posting it everywhere that I could think...except on here. I waited to post it on here because I wanted to really think about it, really wanted to expand on what I saw and how I felt. I wanted to sleep on it, really ponder what was going through my head. These are the conclusions that I came to.

First off, we are small individuals. In the cosmic universe of things, we are tiny fragments. In all honesty, we don't really matter. You can't make out our face shapes, or even our bodies from so far away. This should make me feel insignificant. This should make me want to go into my room, lock the door, and die, right? Because why does it matter? You're wrong. At first, I did feel this way. After talking to people though, it makes me want to do bigger things. "I won't affect people doing that? Well, on to bigger things," I thought.

Secondly, it made me think about space. I want to learn about it now. I've never been the scientific child. I've never wanted to learn about atoms, or look under a microscope. But now? I'm curious as hell. I want to know more. I want to know studies. I want to learn about this unknown being that we call "outerspace". What's out there?

And finally, it made me want to go outside at midnight and scream. Scream at the top of my lungs, trying to make a difference, even though in the back of my mind I knew that the sound wouldn't press farther than my neighborhood.

"Can anybody hear me?"

So I'm gonna press on, learn more, love more, and hopefully in the end, make a difference. My future plans have been tweaked a little, but I know now more than ever that I need to go. I need to do. And above all, I need to love. We live in a mad, crazy, greedy world, but in the grand scheme of things, we're fragments. Faded things on a tiny planet. The Pale Blue Dot.

My Bucket List

This is not everything that I would like to accomplish before I die; however, it is a lot of things I woud like to do in the next five years or so. I'm not going to make a full on bucket list, just because I would have to continuously add things to it, so this is my "In the next five years or so..." (Each activity will be accompanied by an explanation as to why)

1) Tag a building. Why? I like art and in my opinionm people who tag buildings are some of the best artists around. They know shading, monochromatic color schemes, good style, and beautiful color work. I would like to rank up there with these artists.

2) Have a date at a carnival on a ferris wheel. People always share their perfect "date"? I want to share a funnel cake/corn dog on a ferris wheel. Why? Because it's the cutest effing thing in the world.

3) Take a roadtrip with a group of friends. I've take roadtrips before, but not with more than me and a friend or a family member. I want a large tahoe or van packed full of my closest friends, a shift driving schedule, and a constant annoying picture taker. Why? It's just one of those necessary things that people should experience.

4) Tell someone off, in the harshest way possible with perfect flow, annunciation and no stuttering. The kind of speech that when talked to later is described as, "BAM! BAM! BAM! She hit all the right spots!" Why? I've always talked about it, I've always wanted to, but I inevitably chicken out when the right time comes around. I want the best comeback possible combined with a statement or speech that makes them feel awful about themselves. Only to people who deserve it, of course.

Now, these are not in any specific order, these are not the major things that I want to do, but these are some of the things that WILL happen in the next 5 years, or 1 year. Whichever.

My views on partying

I've gone through that phase. Ya know, the phase of "Yeahhhhh! Let's Party!" Well, I'm over it.

It's not that I can't get alcohol. It's not that I don't have a party to go to. I mean, I live in Las Vegas, I'm a semi-attractive blonde girl, and the bouncer will let any person in as long as they have a bra on...no matter if they are 21 or not. If I wanted to go clubbing, I could. If I wanted to get drunk, I could. If I wanted to spend my entire paycheck on liquor bottles and cans of beer, I could do that too.

This is where I'm confused. People actually do this. They spend hundreds and hundreds of dollars on alcohol, going to these clubs, and buying this weed. Do you realize how much money you are wasting for a night of "fun"?

I've partied before, I'm over it, why aren't you?

Do you realize the money you could be saving could be used for a new car payment? Could be used for GOOD food for the fridge? Could be used for your independence? That's huge! But yet, you would rather spend your cash on something so frivolous as getting drunk.

And this leads me to my next observation. Have you ever noticed the people on Myspace/Facebook who only have pictures of themselves up drinking? Or their statuses read, "Totally gonna get wasted tonight. Somebody hit me up."

Do you do anything else? Really?

Let me make one thing perfectly clear. You are a loser. First off, you're underage, and yet you are displaying to the world that you are doing illegal activities. Secondly, your IQ has dropped about 30 points in my eyes. You aren't doing anything to progress yourself or your mind. You're doing the same routine every friday and saturday, and yet how are you not bored? It's because you have a low intelligence level and can't come up with anything better. Maybe you are bored. Maybe you're not, but because someone makes an ass out of themselves everytime you hang out, it's still fun, right?

Is it fun to roll around on the floor flashing your panties for everyone to see? Is it fun to hook up with someone you don't remember the next day? Is THAT fun to you? You're disgracing yourself, and you're disgracing anyone that is associated with you. Why do people wake up in places that they don't remember, alone? Because their "friends" left them. They don't want to put up with your bullshit and they leave you. God forbid a stranger come and find you.

Overall, it's not fun, it's scary. It's a scary situation that people lightheartedly laugh about later so they don't feel like a bigger idiot than they already are. Well, you're not fooling anyone. The way you perceive yourself is the way that I perceive you and since you are displaying to the public that you drink and party, only, then I'm going to assume that you are a boring person with a low intelligence level who has no responsibilities and bad parents.

Now, don't get me wrong, I have partied, and I will probably continue to party...but yet I'm not going to do it every friday. Hell, I'm not even going to do it every month. It's something that needs to be spaced out, something that should not be the source of your entertainment.

Grow up.

Rant.

I apologize if this will be annoying to some, mostly because it's going to be a rant. My irritation level has reached a new all time high. I'll explain further.

The phrase "being undressed by their eyes" and being "eye-fucked" is a common term that you would use when people stare you down. This rant isn't going to be about how "beautiful I think I am" or about being conceited, it's about how disgusting it makes me feel. I feel trashy. I feel like I should go put on a nun's outfit, but honestly I don't think that work. I feel like no matter how much I cover up, I'm still going to be "undressed by eyes". Some girls may look at this and say, "Katie, I wish people did that to me." No, you really don't. You feel like you've lost your virtue that very moment. It's not flattering. It's not funny. It's not something I enjoy.

For example, Ember and I went to Goodwill today and as we were walking through the thrift store looking for nifty things, a mexican man in army capris started following us around. Everytime we would try to move past him, I could feel his eyes on me. I would look at him, and he would blatantly stare. I am not beautiful. I am not sexy. I am not a bombshell. Yet, this guy thought it would be okay to do this. What happened to gentlemen who would hold the door for you WITHOUT expecting a clear view of your ass as you walk by? Maybe it's this town that makes guys think that I would instantly "drop my panties" at the sound of "Damn, girl! You tasty!" No, I'm sorry, that doesn't work for me.

Easter

Easter is the celebration in the Christian faith of the day that Jesus was resurrected from the dead. It follows Good Friday and marks the end of Lent. It is celebrated by Christians and non-christians alike by hunting for eggs, having the easter bunny come to give you candy in a basket, and sporting pastel colors. The real question is, where did the bunny come into play and why did the Christians adopt this pagan celebration?

It's simple enough. "Eostre", (which is obviously where we got the term "Easter"), is from the ancient times in which the rabbit was a symbol of fertility (The phrase "Breeds like rabbits" comes into play here), equated with springtime and renewal of life. The hare was also associated with the moon, whose cycles determine the precise date of Easter each year. The documented resurrection of Christ and this pagan celebration happened to fall upon the same season of the year, and Voila! Easter.

The coloring of eggs came in later, and I'm proud to say that my ancestry had something to do with it. In Germany in the 1500's the coloring of eggs by children were in preparation for the coming "Oschter Haws". The bunny who would come, scattering eggs and candy in it's path. It was brought to America's later on in the 1700's.

Now that we are all a little more educated on this holiday, I would like to take a moment and explain why I love this holiday. It falls in springtime, firstly. I love springtime, mostly because most of my style is derived from pastels, flowers, and overall happy things. This is, in fact, my favorite holiday. Most people love Christmas, but buying presents is too stressful. That holiday hustle and bustle is full of angry people waiting in line for that useless piece of plastic. Church at Christmas time isn't the same either. It's all about baby Jesus. Don't get me wrong, that's an integral part in the Christian faith; however, it's always so darkly remembered, with dim rooms lit by candlelight. The overall ambiance of it is a little dreary. But with Easter, it's different. All the girls with their lace socks and patent leather shoes, combined with grinning parents parting the little boys hair off to the side while they squirm in discomfort. The bright flowers, the cardigans draped over sun dresses, and the overall happy composure of everyone around them. Most people would like to wake up to presents, but I would rather wake up to a chocolate bunny surrounded pastel M&M's and fake grass. It's a holiday of grins, candy, and flower dresses. Who wouldn't want to celebrate?

Ostentatious

I have a fetish for great language. It's odd, I get it. I'm odd, I get that too. I love when people use some of my favorite words. Such as, "ponder", "facetious", and my newest favorite, "ostentatious". Most people don't tend to have favorite words, but I do. The words that I like aren't used often and usually are substituted for smaller, less meaningful words. For example,
"John is being so facetious today." versus, "John is being so funny today." People use the latter of the two. However, when someone does use my favorite word, they instantly have my attention. Complete and undivided.

So why do I like these words so much? It's simple. They describe me. I'm going to go ahead and be upfront with you now about my personality. I ponder. Quick and easy. I overthink. You know how you have those thoughts right before you go to bed and you can't seem to get to sleep? Try having that happen to you every night. Secondly, I like to think of myself as facetious. Humorous and funny. I crack jokes, whether other people find them funny or not, that's their opinion. I humor myself, and that's really all that matters. Lastly, I'm ostentatious. I hate it, and I find it to be a pesky flaw. But when I have money in my pocket? It's money to burn. I want to go, go, go. Shop, shop, shop. I enjoy having nice things and I like it when people notice my nice things. It's not a necessity, I don't sit here shaking because I haven't gotten my "fix", but people noticing the things I've worked for or presents that I have received, it's enjoyable to me.

So yes, I have words that I love. Done and done. What are you favorite words?

Best Friends?

You were never a friend. You were never the person I could turn to when I really needed to talk. You're absolutely awful. The moment that something happens, you not only scurry away, you completely backhand me across the face...not finding out the truth and not wanting to know what's going on with me. You don't even try to deny what the accusation is. You don't "care" about me and you never did. That whole group of "friends" that I had, was a lie. You were not my friends. We were party buddies. We were only friends when it was convenient and when we were bored. I'm sorry that I wasted time thinking that you were my best friend. Best friend's don't turn away so easily. You scampered off. You fled. Things weren't kittens and butterflies anymore so you decided that it wasn't worth putting forth the effort anymore. We had disagreements and I tried to fix it, despite my better judgement and the advice that others gave me.

I look at you and I'm disgusted at what you've become. Do you realize I tried to do the best for you? I didn't want you to get into trouble and I wanted you to be healthy. None of that mattered to you unless someone was buying the beer. So go ahead. Sit around. Waste your money, your parents money, and any of the other money you have mooched off of other people. Go ahead and do that and watch yourself get bigger and bigger. You need to grow up. You're not energetic like you used to be. You're not happy like you used to be. You're alone, and you know it. You have no one there that really WANTS to be your friend...not unless you are partying together. The person that I knew was happy. This person? They're dumb. They're a stoner. They're a bully. They're unhealthy. They're a drunk. This is not the person that I knew.

You don't have a personality. And if you do? I'm sure it's a great one. I know the person that was "one-on-one" with me...and I liked her. But honestly, I can't even trust if that was you either. You're not unique, you're not fun, you just blend. You blend to the personality that's around you. I feel bad for you, because you're never going to know true joy and happiness. You are never going to know love, friendship, or butterflies.

You don't know what you want out of life. You can't party forever and you can't drink away your feelings. I want you to change into the person that I knew. Not this. I don't like what you've become and if you parents can't say this to you and can't see who you are, then I will. I don't want this life for you.