Just Sayin'

So, while the rest of the world is embracing the new year with open arms and all that nonsense, I regard 2013 with cautious suspicion. Yes friends, I regard the coming year with disparnumerophobia, which, according to the internet, is the fear of odd numbers. I don't trust odd numbers Now, before you go on and say that that's ridiculous and silly and other negative adjectives, let me present you with this. The last time it was an odd year was 2011, which was unlucky for me because I was in high school. Need I say more? Besides, next year is 2013. 13, is the odd number; I mean there is a reason it's regarded as unlucky like, well, everywhere! Friday the 13th? Apollo 13? Puberty? No one likes 13. Who's illogical now? 2012 had a nice ring to it. 2012 was a positive year for me: I started college, finished high school, kicked my Farmville addiction (props to me), and became an Angry Birds champion. I don't think a year could go much better than that. Besides

So, last night my roommate and I were watching Mulan (finals, cough, cough, finals) and, I don't know if I've been indoctrinated with too much feminist film theory in English 200, but I have some thoughts about it that I never had before. For, example in the song "I'll Make a Man Out of You"; it's pretty ironic that Mulan, who is a women, is in fact the manliest person in the whole army. Which, may or may not be impressive because the other guys in Mulan's army are kind of wimpy (except for Shang who is the most chiseled cartoon character you will even meet), I mean, Chien-Po can't even swim! I would just like to point out that I've been swimming since I was five. But seriously, why is it necessary for Mulan to be so manly? She isn't a man. Why is it so desirable for women to act like men in this movie, I ask you? Like a Man! This is ironic because the whole film is supposedly about the importance of being yourself and, to 'be her

So, I know I kind of missed the boat on this one, but my best friend recently got her first iPhone so, whenever she leaves it unattended, I steal away to play a quick game of Angry Birds. And let me tell you something, I destroy at Angry Birds, those squeaky, green pigs have no idea what hit them. But seriously, I like morph into the Hulk when I'm playing, I'm just like "smash!". I don't know what it is, but the little oinking laugh just makes me so angry, which brings me to the real reason I'm writing this blog. Snide little pigs >.< I have an anger problem, with Angry Birds. Ever since I discovered that I can play Angry Birds on my computer, my finals week has just dissolved into me flinging kamikaze birds at anatomically incorrect representations of pigs. And when I don't beat the level, I get genuinely upset! I'm screaming at the computer, I'm screaming at the pigs, I'm even yelling at the birds (because, let's face it, the

So, I don't know why, but people keep writing songs about me. Now, I understand that I'm just a fantastic person that everyone wants to talk about, but seriously Green Day. One of the first lines of Green Day's song Maria is "someone shot the president and no one knows where Maria went". Now, Green Day, that sends the wrong message. I mean, I don't care that Green Day wants to make me the inspiration for the first song on their International Superhits Album; that means nothing to me (just a little sarcasm there). But, seriously, couldn't it have been a more positive song? And this is not just a Green Day problem; The Sound of Music being made into a movie was probably the worst thing that could ever have happened to me because now everyone wants to figure out how to solve a problem like Maria. Excuse you. Who said I was a problem? All I'm saying is that everyone thinks its really great to be the Puerto Rican Juliet in West Side Story but ev