No More Dead Babies

Before reading this post, please refer to this story:
 Ashlynn Conner Suicide

This absolutely enrages me. Why is it that kids feel the need to pick each other apart to such extremes? Now, I'm not saying I'm completely innocent, I've made a few kids cry. However, I've never consistently targeted someone, set others on them, and led them to suicide. Can it really be called suicide in these cases? I feel like if you torment a person to the point that they feel the only escape is to kill themselves, then there should at least be a manslaughter charge.


RIP Ashlynn Conner
You left too soon. <3

In this case, I'm not sure if I'm more upset with the bullies, or the mother. When your kid comes to you ASKING to be home schooled, that's an immediate sign that something is wrong. Do something. Don't just assume that your reassurements are going to drown out a bully's taunts or physical blows. This little girl was 10 years old. 10. She never learned how to drive a car, she never had a first date or first kiss, she didn't even make it to middle school. All because of some mean spirited kids.
Seriously, where is the adult supervision here? Obviously, parents can't be in school with their kids monitering their every move and teachers can't watch every kid, but there needs to be a lot more involvment. And let me make it perfectly clear, that when I say involvment, I mean more than just those annual anti-bullying lessons. Let's be honest, it really doesn't do a lot. You can teach kids "the steps" all you want, that's not going to stop a bully who knows exactly what these "special" steps are.
When kids want to be mean, they're vicious. They don't care what they're words or actions do if they want to lash out. Trying to reason with them doesn't do much either. You can trust me on this. I tried to make friends with the bullies when I was younger. In fact, one of the biggest bullies to me was my best "friend". Once a bully decides they found a good target, they're NOT going to let up.
Parents need to take quite a significant amout of involvment in their children's lives, not necessarrily be "helicopter parents". They just need to make sure they know what's going on in their kids' social lives, and when a child comes to them about a bully, or something seems wrong, they need to ACT. Call attention to the situation and get the school involved. If the school does nothing, it's time to find a new school. Yes, this may seem like a hassle, but honestly? What's a little bit of temporary hassle in your life to possible save your child's life? However, this doesn't just go for the parents of the victims. The parents of bullies need to be informed and involved as well, because if not corrected at a young age, child bullies only grow into adult bullies.
Personally, I think there should be a certain level at which bullying becomes a felony. There's just no reason for there to be dead kids because of what some loud mouth said. This isn't going to just go away on its own. We need to be doing more than "anti-bullying week/month/whatever" once a year. It's time to really come down hard on bloodlusting bullies. I don't know about you, but I'm sick of hearing horror story after horror story. This needs to stop.

Socks: An Overview on One of Life's Simple Pleasures

Anyone who knows me somewhat well knows that I have a more than slightly unhealthy obsession with socks. Don't ask me why, I just do. No, not those plain white "can't even see them when you put your shoes on" socks. I mean SOCKS. The long things that stretch up to your knees and have all sorts of different patterns, colors, and designs. Granted, I do have two pairs of little socks, but that's only because they were intended for children below the age of 8. Don't judge me. They were one dollar at Target. One pair has colorful polka dots and the other are my prized batman socks. Come on now, how was I supposed to pass THAT up? I'll admit, the batman socks are kind of stretched out and hole-y (ha) now and I can only find one of them (I'm going through serious withdrawal at the moment), but that doesn't change the absolute joy I get from wearing them.

Best fashion decision I ever made

Every time I slip batman on my feet, I KNOW it's going to be a good day. Are bad days even possible when you have one of the coolest super heros EVER on your feet? I seriously doubt it. In fact, last year I participated in my chorus's fashion show (it's a fundraiser thingy), as a model. I'm going to be honest, I have a mini panic attack whenever I have to go on stage. This situation was no different, so what did I do? Took off the heels and wore my socks until the very last minute. Crisis averted. I have to say, Batman looks fantastic with a sparkling purple dress.
Despite my absolute love for Batman socks, knee high socks are where it's at. During the summer I'd be walking around my house in long Tshirts and knee highs, and let me tell you, I found it perfectly comfortable despite the occasional falling down the stairs. Let's be honest, I'm probably the least graceful person you will ever meet, but that's not going to stop me from sliding down hardwood floors in my neon tiger stripes.
I realize this is probably the most unorganized blog ever. I jump from thought to thought, and nothing really goes anywhere, but I need to take a moment to talk about my neon tiger striped socks. These were my first ever knee high socks, and I'm absolutely in love with them. I remember being at Delia*s looking for some small socks with fun designs. Then...just above a pair I thought couldn't be beaten....BAM. Knee high neon tiger stripes. I bought them without any question, and that was the beginning of my love/need/obsession with knee highs.

I realize a good portion of you will just roll your eyes, considering this no more than a ramble about a simple piece of clothing. Yes, I used this to talk about my love of socks, but that's not all I'm trying to get at. Happiness can come from the simplest, most unexpected places. Whether it be a piece of cloth you use to decorate/warm your feet, a smile from another person, or just the words of a complete stranger.
I think a lot of people overlook the small things without realizing just how much impact they can really have. It's because of this that people don't always realize that for every one reason we have to be sad, we have two more reasons to be happy. All the time, I listen to peers talk about how much life and humanity sucks. I believe that if they just stopped for a second, and counted the small things as well, they'd realize that the world is actually quite a lovely place.
It's all about perception and what you decide to put emphasis on. You can dwell on the fact that you didn't get your way in a certain situation, or you can focus on the fact that there will be other and better chances in the near future.

Abraham Lincoln once said "Do not despair that roses have thorns, but rejoice that thorns have roses" and I couldn't agree more, Sir.

A Poem About Falling In the Shower

Roses are red
Violets are blue

Showers are slippery
This better not bruise

The music was catchy
Sierra, you're an idiot

You know that you're clumsy
And your strength is not dance

It's really no surprise
That you fell flat on your ass

Ponies

So there's this show on The Hub that has somehow caught the attention of a significant amount of the male population. Perhaps you know it. It's about six little ponies who get into all sorts of shenanigans and must overcome them through the power of friendship. Each of these precious little ponies has a fabulous character trait that makes all six of them together invicible for whatever reason, and to be honest, it kind of reminds me of Sailor Moon. There's the ever honest Applejack, beautiful and generous Rarity, kind and gentle Fluttershy, ever loyal Rainbow dash, psycho therefore full of laughter Pinkie Pie, and that one that wields magic through her face stick.  

Seriously. Sailor Moon all over the place.

I'm not going to lie, I freaking love this show. The more you watch it, the more you don't believe it was really made for 8 year olds. Well....obviously it was. They're colorful ponies that conquer evil with friendship, but it's also more than that. There's humor included that only those of older ages would understand. Now it's possible that those moments were just thrown in there for the parents of the 8 year olds watching the show, but who cares? 

Yep...this is what I identify
with most, guys...

Honestly, I find it both amusing and somewhat horrifying that I can relate to Pinkie Pie. She's psychotic, and I'm pretty sure somewhat schizofrenic. Not exactly something you want to identify with, but other parts of her personality are huge components of myself. I love the fact that each pony has a genuinely different personality from the rest. It's a great break from some of these other kids' shows that only consist of spaztic screaming and disgusting behavior.
What I love most about the different personalities of the ponies is that they need all of them to defeat whatever the enemy may be in their two part episodes, and then in the regular episodes, they show how to work out the differences between them. It's about acceptance. Which sounds fantastic to a girl who spent a lot of her life getting weird looks and left out because she was "different".
Well....that's pretty much all I have to say on that. I know it's short, but I really only wrote about MLP because that's what the majority wanted, so here it is guys. Now, if you'll excuse me there's a Harry Potter Marathon on ABC Family I want to get to.