Titanic II

Worst. Movie. Ever. I decided to watch it last night because I was so bored and because, well, it's comical how bad it was.  The special effects were some of the worst I've ever seen, especially for a recent movie.  Some of the actors were decent, but most were absolutely horrid.  Especially the scenes where people died.  And of course, at the end, the man gave the diving suit to the girl so that she would have the warmth to live (sound familiar?) but he would die.  That is so cliche.  In the end though, it was pretty funny how bad it was.  Not to sound cliche myself, but it was like a train wreck that I couldn't take my eyes off of.  My favorite part by far was the 843 mile per hour tsunami.  Actually, that was the slow one.  There was a second that was much faster.  That's just ridiculous.  That makes my favorite part how a glacier was in the tsunami and that's what hit the ship to sink it. 

Connor's My Protector

People shouldn't make fun of Connor for standing up in class.  When he's standing up, I feel like he's watching over the class and making sure that nothing happens.  I feel safe when he's up.  Plus, I just don't understand why people hate that he stands up.  And, Schwartz says some raunchy things.  Back to the topic, nothing can hurt me when Connor's watching over the class. 

Senioritis

It should be named "end-of-the-year-itis."  Ya, that sounds like an appropriate name.  I'm definitely feeling it right now.  The only thing I can concentrate on is getting out of school, both for the day and for the summer.  It's gonna be so amazing to not have to wake up early and go to school.  No offense, but school is generally horrible.  I feel like most of the stuff I'm learning is outdated already and I'm tired of people ruining the learning for everyone else.  But I'm most excited for prom.  I just wish I could have a cool car to drive like Justin does.  He already took a Cadillac and now has the choice of pretty much any GM car he wants for his second prom.  That is freaking awesome.  I'm just driving a 2010 Equinox, which is a nice car.  But not nice enough for me.

Fukushima and Chernobyl

I'm sorry people, but Fukushima is NOT as bad as Chernobyl.  Everybody bases their opinions solely on that INES rating of 7.  First of all, Fukushima has only released 10% of the radioactive isotopes into the air that Chernobyl did.  The only reason it got the same rating was because of the total amount released and the amount of time required to clean it up.  Almost all of the radiation released from Fukushima went straight into the ocean. Yes, that's really bad, but not nearly as bad as being released to the air.  Since it was released into a freaking enormous body of water, it will be diluted to background levels in a relatively short period of time, and the only location in the water where they would have to worry about would be very near the leak.  Before any of the two people reading this blog think I'm being insensitive to Japan, please don't.  What happened there is a series of some of the worst accidents we've seen to date.  The reactors play a huge role in that and are causing massive amounts of damage.  All I wanted to accomplish with this blog post is to tell all of the misinformed people that Fukushima != Chernobyl.

Blogging

Yes, I'm going to write (another?) post on blogging, and mostly how pointless it can become.  I'm not just saying this because I'm not too fond of writing these.  Mostly, it's my boredom after reading other people's blogs.  Here's the deal.  If you come to me with problems, I'll be glad to talk and mostly listen to what you have to say.  Other than that odd feeling to tell everyone about your problems, blogging's not going to help solve them.  Sorry, but that's the way it is.  You're just putting it out there for people to read, which then causes them to think that your life is depressing.  That's not what you want, is it?  I hope not.  The opposite is true for Facebook.  It's just a place for you to post about how great your life is.  Which then leads to everyone thinking that they have the worst life.  Once again, pointless.  Now for admitting that sometimes people say insightful things while blogging.  Actually, "sometimes" isn't the best adjective.  The best adjective to use would be "rarely."  Those special times that people say something truly insightful, I will bet you that same thing would have come up in conversation if you just talked to them.  Plus, no one has ever put an insightful statement on Facebook.  Period.  Heck, this blog is about as pointless as they come and I feel free to admit it.  I've tried once to twice to make my blog serious, but there just aren't enough good ideas in the world to write about when you write every time you have class.  I feel like I need to be inspired when I create art, and writing can fall into the category of art at times.  Of course, I would have an idea for a real, inspired blog at the moment I'm complaining of never having one.  Maybe I'll write two blogs today.  However, my point still stands.  Blogging is generally pointless.

Wisdom Teeth

Yep, I got mine cut out over the break.  Tuesday, specifically.  It wasn't bad.  I might as well tell the story from the start.  I went into the room where they had the oddly comfortable chair.  The nurses cordially greeted me and sat me down in the chair where they began to hook up the monitoring equipment.  Then they began the anesthesia which was administered through the needle.  This was sort of dumb.  They stuck the needle in, and told me that it wasn't in correctly.  So instead of taking the needle out and reinserting it, they flicked my vein.  About twenty times.  I'm not a nurse, but that just seems dumb.  They finally decided to take it out and reinsert it. They also didn't give me enough, evidenced by the fact that I woke up during surgery.  Not only did I wake up, I felt them break my tooth.  I felt it.  The next day is pretty typical.  I went home, put more gauze in, took a Loritab, etc.  The next day I decided to not take any pain medication and go out with my friends.  I was totally fine.  It took me until 11 o'clock at night to crash and take an Advil.  Overall, that was the worst of it.  Getting your wisdom teeth cut out isn't that bad.  Actually, I enjoyed it.  I had these enormous chipmunk cheeks on my skinny body.  That was amazing.  I went to church with them and they helped to spark a conversation with my future prom date.  To be honest, I sort of wish my cheeks stayed like that.  It was a good look for me.