The Goldman Sacks Branch

Oh so much stupidity/corruption/mindless competition/douche-bags in the world. I would like to focus, more specifically, on those in the United States, mainly because it's the "leading nation"… or so I hear. First, I would like to say that I love Michael Moore's films. Mind you, this doesn't mean I agree with all that he expresses and suggests in them, but I like how he does things. I just finished watching "Capitalism: A Love Story" and am extremely pissed off at the US government. I took US History last year and concluded that that country's government is messed up. From what I've gathered, not only are they greedy but they're A-holes who only care about their own welfare, even if it means screwing other people over.

I was appalled when Moore showed us that generally multi-billion dollar companies like, Hershey's, Citibank, Nestle, Wal-Mart etc. are re-naming themselves as their employees beneficiaries. This means that if something were to happen to them, the money of their health insurance goes to the company rather than the family. They took it upon themselves to screw the middle-class… congratulations.

Oh, and did I mention that in Pennsylvania some people paid to have the juvenile detention center closed, paid to build a new one and rent it back to the state? Also, they keep it open and finance it on taxes. These wonderful adults then paid a judge to fill their cells because they wanted to gain money. Outrageous stories of teenagers being sent to the detention center because they had a discussion with a friend in the mall, smoking marihuana at a party one, getting mad with their parent's significant other and throwing food at them, and for opening a blog online criticizing her vice principal arose. To this I have to say: What the fuck corporate America? Oh, and to make it worse, the a-hole of a judge changed what was a 2 to 3 month stay into a year detention. I understand if a kid is sent to jail over a serious offence but dude, they're screwing with these kids futures! They now have lost a year of their lives for being teenagers and have a criminal record all so a couple a-holes of adults could get money? Are u F-ing kidding me? Teenagers have it hard enough, we have "raging hormones", our frontal lobe (in charge of logical thinking) isn't fully developed, we're being pushed into the "adult scenario" and we're expected to always control ourselves. So damn stupid.

I dare anyone, try to have me arrested for writing this blog. No… stupid corporate America, you can sure as hell expect me in one of the strikes against you in the future, because I vow that if I decide to integrate myself in your game, I'll make sure you lose. And I'll do it without cheating like you have, without screwing people over, I will NEVER be as much of a douche bag as you are.

I sincerely hope the United States becomes a true democracy; because in case you really are setting the example, you do it right.

Guys

I consider myself to be independent. By no means do I think I''m perfect, but again, I don't think perfection is attainable. I like how I don't care too much, that I don't need so much ego-boosts as the majority of my counterparts, that I like/love talking to extremely different people who ultimately aren't that different. I like the "jocks" vs. my bio nerds... the "shy" girls vs. outgoing easy ones... the "bad" people to the "bad" reputation.

I simply love it, however; today I was watching Glee and I heard the cutest thing I've heard in a long time "There's a moment when you say to yourself, 'Oh, there you are, I've been looking for you for forever'." (it's actually from a guy to another gay guy) adorable regardless... anyways today I was missing the feeling of crushing on someone, liking them, thinking about then, holding their hand.

I'm very proud of never faking feelings when it comes to guys. When guys liked me but I didn't like them, easy... I didn't lead them on... When I like a guy... I will eventually tell him.... If I just want to make it a once type of thing, I'm very open about it... If I think that he's not the brightest I tell them... If they're good-looking... I might tell them .... etc. I vow to never do otherwise. Faking attraction, or feelings to get your way is not only mean but pathetic that you couldn't find any other way to do it. I wanna like a guy but really like him. When he tells me something I want it to mean more to me than anything else anyone says, when he looks in my eyes I want it to be like he sees me, when he holds my hand, it's the simplest cutest thing he could ever do... to hug me.... not for the people at school, not for show, not for his friends or family but for himself, for us...

I just realized I got all... umm... what is that? Romantic?..... Anyways

I miss it

Half-ass Article

So as of late, I've been completely overwhelmed with life. School, and family, and health, and college, and… BLAGH. Seriously. I know that this isn't a foreign feeling in high school students, and we shouldn't complain or whatever, but I need to. I've been advised to write an article: so here it goes.
Last year, I took it upon myself to sign up to the Advanced Placement (AP) courses that I'm interested in. I thought, twelfth grade is stressful enough with all the college applications and SIS reunions and completion of credits and turning of legal age and whatnot, so it would be better to divide my AP's so that I would have only one or two in twelfth grade. So ultimately, my schedule has three AP's two Pre-AP's and the other two mandatory classes. Today, with two months to go till the AP exams and feeling somewhat behind on my work, I have gotten to a brilliant conclusion: When in eleventh and twelfth grade, we should be able to decide which credits to take.
Logically speaking, you take the classes you like thus, you actually work and try to do a good job. In my case, I'm reduced to allowing mediocre effort in my AP classes which I like in order to meet the standards of classes which I HATE. Note: this doesn't mean I'm bad/get bad grades in these classes, simply put; I don't think they're worth my time.