I have been holding back on this for quite a while.

But what the heck?? This is absolutely pathetic. What in the world is it that is causing this?

If you have no clue what I’m talking about, let me explain.

Have any of you happened to notice the recent lack of reality in television? Especially “reality TV” which is, in all honesty, even more unrealistic. Randomly flicking through channels I’ve found women degrading themselves (allowing people to call them thing 1 and thing 2) in order to get married to some nondescript bachelor. Why?? I can’t condemn reality TV (I watch Top Chef and Project Runway, too…and like it); but is there really that much drama in real life? Nope. There aren’t that many betrayals or traumatic emotional events or anything. If some emotional event occurs, you deal with it in one way or another; you don’t create some sort of emotional sob story and not realize that’s what you’re doing. It’s like as soon as you have an oppurtunity to be famous you change personalities or do outrageous things. I don’t know what it’s like, but I don’t think people can be that mean to one another. When someone is watching you, maybe you have a huge urge to exaggerate a little?

Argh. And what’s more…why are there random not-very-historical shows on the history channel? Like Ax Men, that show about tree-murderers–”lumberjacks” who cut trees and have cool sporting events. Egad! Haven’t we gotten the whole “think green” –  ”we are part of the world and should not senselessely chop down wood” or “preserve the rainforest” deal? Why are we watching a tree-cutting show, when we as a nation have openly condemned (and we have) the ’decline’ of forests in an industrial society? Another show on the history channel: Ice Road Trucker (I actually kinda think that’s cool…but how is it a way to learn about our past?) or Monster Quest. Hunting for aliens can be done on some other channel! It’s like the History Channel is no longer concerned about history!!

Correction: The History Channel is no longer concerned about boring history. Which means we must be able to relate to as much of the stuff as possible. Why? Why not learn about it as it is, instead of dumbing it down or making it sound cooler? Cleopatra was not a “hot babe” (actually, it is said that she wasn’t at all attractive physically and that she seduced Caesar because of her intellect–yay smart people…moving on) she was the Queen of the Nile revered by all her people. Why are we, then, not talking about all of the advances, or significant changes that occured during her time; but instead listening to some host applying the latest “lingo” to matters that are more important than that? Are we just learning differently? What? It’s as if the History Channel needs to find people who aren’t interested in history to watch the show, so they’re trying to make it sound cooler. As a person who likes history regardless, I hate how they actually avoid serious events that may sound a little dull in order to talk more about the cool things. Maybe if it was told properly, without the banal use of “hip” words or trite phrases to sound cool, some normal person could actually find it more interesting.

Now, stop me if I go on a rant here, but…

Oh, wait. You can’t! Bwahahaha! You can’t stop me because if you are currently reading this on your screen I have already written it and therefore am controlling you. Hear that? Huh? Your subjugation is at hand, and as all evil tyrannical power-hungry maniacs I wish to wax eloquently on topics only I can be interested in.

E.g my latest subject to rant about. Not being able to rant. Now, while this may not really make any sense, bear in mind that I’m an insane carbon-based life form that is currently subjugating you, so questioning me will undoubtedly be your downfall. At this point, I steeple my fingers and chuckle menacingly. At least, that’s what I want you to think.

Where is my lack of inspiration coming from? I used to be good at ranting. I could go to any location in the world, see something that was somewhat interesting and blow it out of proportion. What’s happening? Are the Gods of Insanity finding me in disfavour? Have I not attacked random people with enough polka-dotted umbrellas or given enough sacrifices of pure rubber duckies? I think I have. Maybe they just don’t like me, or are in a bad mood. Silly Gods. Insanity has to be given to everyone generously. It does. Or else no one will be wearing the big white jackets and fed the wobbly jello. And why is jello so wobbly? What in the world do they put inside that thing? It’s not really cooked, is it? Maybe it’s made out of those toxic materials that look rather like green slime that turn people into mushrooms. And then, maybe they attack you. There’s a movie like that you know: Attack of the Mushroom People. No seriously, look it up. Though I don’t see why people would think it at all scary. If a five foot mushroom came out at you going ‘grmblrwarghleshmuffins’ why would you be screaming? I’m all for a good grmblrwarghleshrmuffins myself, but really. How does one instill fear into masses through that?

…you are utterly, utterly bored?

Rant of course!! I must find a reason to rant first, however, I’m not sure what it would be.

Maybe my I’m-tired-of-being-attacked-because-of-my-intellect rant will be alright for this occasion. I haven’t used it in some time.

And I am, you know. Tired of being attacked because of my intellect. If you have the correct answer to something and you just so happen to answer the question more than once than someone looks at you as if you’re a genius or as if you are a cretin that should be stepped on. It’s not like I’m the only one who knows the answer! Every one else can make something up or raise their hand (or whatever they do) and answer the question themselves! Gah! Why don’t they? Because they actually want to look unintelligent. Why is intelligence something to view with contempt in the first place? Why would you want to look like a twit? I like looking smart, thank you very much, so things like, “Oh Athena, you’re so smart” is not actually an insult to me! Why should it be?

This is an intellectual hierarchy that we live in and in the knowledge equals power world, the more intelligent you are the more powerful you can become. What’s so wrong in that? It’s nice! It’s a good thing that we measure the worth of man (as in human) through skill as opposed to some random nonsense now. So why is my generation so intent on dumbing themselves down? Is it some weird inferiority complex? How can people be so…idiotic?

There is a book with the same title actually.

That book somewhat summed me up, too. A GWG is what I am and what I always will be.

I have an insatiable urge to push them up sometimes, or even adjust them when I feel the situation needs it.

 I’ve always known I was obsessed with glasses. Really. I’ve worn them for more than half my life. It’s only natural that I’m obsessed with it the way I am.

Of course, I probably shouldn’t squeak and cry out when they’re torn off my face. It’s just that…it’s like tearing off someone’s limbs. Dear reader, if you have ever torn the glasses off a girl with glasses, I pity you. I know what usually happens next. It’s quite violent actually. Bet you didn’t think girls with glasses could do that.

But we are rather good at surprising you. After all, we wear glasses. It’s not just to look smart you know. Though, apparently some people do that. I was a little shocked to hear it. I mean, if you have the natural ability to see, why wear them? Not that I would trade my glasses for sight. I think. I’m not sure I would want a life without them. Not contacts or that laser-eye thing. Even if I want better eyesight, I wouldn’t be able to part with these. Perhaps, I should just go with the surgery and continue to wear glasses, just not corrective lenses. It would be strange, but I’m not letting these specs go that easily.

On a random note, I’m a lepidopterophobe.

There is a word for my phobia of butterflies. It’s rather reassuring that there are others who have my problem.

Of course, I do think I might have hypergraphia which is an insatiable urge to write randomly for no reason whatsoever.

Cacoethes scribendi, my typing fingers.

Oh and if you don’t know that latin phrase…go look it up.

At least, my oh-so-spiffy reader, I’m not writing this out to you. My handwriting is what my comrades term “chicken-scratch”. I am not a chicken, and therefore I do not really understand.

Some say, if you eat carrots you will have better eyesight.

IT IS A LIE!!!!!!!!

…Just putting it out there.

Wooooooo~ WooooOooooOOOooo~

….Boo!

Yeah, right.

Actually, I completely forgot that it was halloween. This morning I knew because everyone was wearing orange and black. But as soon as I got home I stopped caring. So no “Trick-or-Treat”-ing for me. Beside All Hallow’s Eve had nothing to do with candy. But that’s okay. I like chocolate, so I can’t really say anything.

And yet, I’m really bored. No little children have come up and asked the dispensers of candy for candy. Not that I enjoy it. I’m far too busy….erm….blogging, yeah! Too busy blogging to get the door. So there!

I want to throw marshmallows at little kids.

Do you guys remember my neighbor’s completely-black cat that has creepy glowy green eyes in the dark? I keep running into it, nowadays. Poor thing. After what happened two months ago, no wonder it backs away whenever I come near it. I love kitties too.

Anywho, two months ago, a lovely summer morning, I’m look out my window to see Mr. Kitty (I don’t care if it’s female, Mr. Kitty sounds cute and that’s what I call every cat I don’t know) outside. He’s actually rather adorable in the morning, just not at night. So we have a type of showdown. You see, his eyes bore into mine, and I couldn’t help but look back (musta been a scorpio, –it reminded me of my great-grandad). Eventually it got scared and took off. Now I don’t see him outside my window anymore. It’s really sad. I kinda got used to it. I need someone to get a cat that likes to climb back up there again. I do run into Mr. Kitty sometimes, but it backs away like I’m gonna kill it. I wouldn’t hurt a kitty! Nuuuuuuuu~ I wuv kitties!

I think I terrified that one though. Which is actually a little amusing, since I run into it so much. I wonder how I should make friends with said Mr. Kitty.

I shall look on the internet to find the answer I seek! Yay procrastination from geometry. I’m sorry Euclid. I’m sorry Gods of Math.

is not dead.

He is not, he is not, he is not, he is not.

 Come on, Rowling! I was expecting Snape, Tonks, Lupin, maybe not Hedwig or Dobby, but even Mad-eye!

But…kill off a Weasley? And…Fred? I love Fred…And George! What in the world is going to happen to George?

Let’s start from the beginning. I had wanted the Weasley’s to remain intact. Why? …Because they’re the Weasleys and therefore they do not die in any type of war. (I did love how Percy came back though, it was nice). But I meant intact. I did not want George to lose an ear. They’re twins, they should stay identical. Then Fred…Fred is not dead. He could have not gotten killed by a wall. Death by wall is the most ridiculous way to die. Fred and George survive the war and live wealthily ever after, pulling pranks on each other and everyone else for the rest of eternity. Doesn’t anyone see it? I do.

But nooo. That couldn’t have happened.

Did anyone notice how George wasn’t in the epilogue at all? I betcha he commited suicide.

We do not kill off identical twins who keep the story moving with their ultimately awesome mischievousness and twinnitude! And therefore, as it is a given, Fred and George are alive, stable and neither of them are ear-less. Moo.

Did you know that there are labels on things that say “finished products not tested on animals?”

Yes indeedy, I heard this from a good pal o’ mine and it’s made me mad enough to rant….so I will.

Gah! Don’t you think it’s bad enough that people try to be over-wordy just so you have no clue what your buying? But nooo, lets take it a step further and make it so that people who don’t really want to use something that has potentially been tested on animals and may or may not have hurt them (m & m’s come on!! …more on that later) and it usually is may, do not doubt it, and trick them into buying something they don’t want to! Labels and loopholes are all fun to use if you’re trying to attack communicate with your favorite author and can’t because of a stupid, unnecessary restraining order…but I digress. What about the steps going up to the finished product? Obviously they have been tested on animals or you wouldn’t have put in the word finished so no one would sue you. Stop testing things on poor critters who have no idea they’re going to be dissected later! I’m not even an animal person (nor do I find any life form important, except for trees) but this is just wrong. Gah!

Do not ask about the m&m thing, I shall not talk about it. But I love m&m’s too. It makes me sad.

Of course this isn’t the thing that gets me really going. I really don’t like animals. I do, but only from a safe distance. And even then…not much. But they’re still people! …sort of…?