one of THOSE days

today is one of those "i'm getting organized days" in which i do a lot of useless but seemingly productive things in the delusion of getting shit done. keep in mind i have yet to do all of my homework.

on the other hand, i'm feeling like i should read harry potter again. it's time.

Hatred, mockery, and words that prick you. (I'm angry.)

Let this sentence be known, and afterwards read it again, please. I am not a fan of Twilight or Justin Bieber.

But really. I'm of sick of all this bullying and ridicule of what is unknown or what one thinks is inferior to themselves.

The constant mockery and bashing of the pop culture references listed above ISN'T COOL GUYS.

Take a moment. Please consider.

The reasons that people don't like Justin Bieber is that he:

a) has a high voice that sounds like a girl

b) sings about things that he doesn't know about

c) has weird hair? is short? is Canadian? the list goes on.

But do any of these things affect you as a person? No. You are not hurt in any way by these things. NO ONE IS FORCING YOU TO LISTEN TO THE KID'S MUSIC. These are the same qualifications that bullies use to tease and hurt their victims. Someone is different in a way you don't like. What you're doing is blatant attack. Can you stop thinking of this person as an unfeeling robot?

I mean WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU GUYS. Someone obviously thinks he has talent. Grow the fuck up and learn some tolerance.

Now Twilight. I could list the reasons, but it wouldn't cover it. The point is, Twilight is a stupid book and has no literary purpose and the storyline is silly and so are the characters.

So what?

You don't find enjoyment in it, but someone does. Can you let them be happy without criticizing what they like? It's the bullying thing again, if you haven't yet figured it out.

So maybe it's not up to your level of literary genius. Congratulations, but don't be an asshole about it. So the vampire sparkles in the sunlight. If you think that's strange and stupid, keep it to yourself. I'm sick of all the hatred.

So if you've taken the time to read this and disagree, leave an anonymous comment or something. I'd love to have an argument about it.

That's all for now.

Dear apple,

HEY IPHONE. stop making me use proper grammar. when you correct as i type if feels like you're cleaning up after me. i don't need your judgement. i know how to use the backspace button.

HEY SPINNING COLORFUL WHEEL. you bring this hate upon yourself.

HEY PAGES. you will never be as good as microsoft word. sorry.

HEY IPHOTO. stop slowing down my computer. really though.

HEY MAIL. you're super handy.

HEY GARAGE BAND. does anyone ever actually make a song on you? or does everyone just fuck around on you until they get bored?

HEY SAFARI. you can't just quit unexpectedly. you can't.

love, kathleen.

this is Harry Potter post #1

"Just then, Neville caused a slight diversion by turning into a large canary."

As many people may know, I am a large fan of Harry Potter. This is one of my favorite lines in all of the books, written in the Goblet of Fire, the fourth novel of the seven. Specifically, in Chapter Twenty-One (The House Elf Liberation Front) page 367, line 9.

It just makes me smile. One of the small things.

This post is titled Stupid Idiots Aren't Worth My Time.

So the other day I was playing tennis (Disclaimer: I am not a tennis player.) in summer school when a group of high school age guys walked by the courts. Bros. I didn't really notice them until one in front shouted out something like:

"Hey look! Some (inserted gay/mentally disabled etc... profanity here) playing tennis. Hahaha, what losers."

Because of course, our playing is displeasing them, so they have to share it. (I was confused as well.)

Our coach, who was standing closest to the foul-mouthed ruffians, shouted:

"You're a moron!"

I expected some kind of threat- he is a teacher after all- but still, I was glad he let the kid know what was up. Unfortunately, this tough guy was not afraid of our coach, and so shouted:

"Yeah? And you're an old fuck trying to play tennis!"

Yes, he actually said this.

"Well you're still a moron!"

And at that, they left, probably off to torment some people buying a sandwich or something. Through all of this, I stayed silent. I wish I hadn't, though. If I had had time to think about my answer, it would have gone like this:

Bros: "Hey look! Some (inserted gay/mentally disabled etc... profanity here) playing tennis. Hahaha, what losers."

Me: "Oh look, Its some idiots who feel the need to insult others to make their own lives seem better. Why don't you go tell a gay joke, a I'm sure it's the only thing distracting you from the fact that you will probably end up working a minimum wage job in a life filled with drugs, alcohol, and most likely, depression."

At which point they would try to respond, leading me to add

"No no no, don't fret. You see, I understand! I can imagine the vulgar, asinine, unoriginal comment you've formed in your tiny brain, and trust me it won't make a difference in my life. Because the truth is that in reality you're an insignificant little boy who isn't worth mine or any of these peoples' time.

So please, keep your comments to yourself and have a nice day, because you're spoiling it for the rest of us."

If I had had the time, I would have said all that. But unfortunately, the best comebacks are always created too late.

Until then, at least the bullies know that they are morons. It'll do for now.

Things I have a thing for:

binary.

random facts.

haikus.

apples to apples.

SO...

01001111 01110010 01101001 01100111 01101001 01101110 01100001 01101100 01101100 01111001 00001101 00001010

01001011 01101111 01101111 01101100 00101101 01000001 01101001 01100100 00100000 01110111 01100001 01110011 00100000 01101101 01100001 01110010 01101011 01100101 01110100 01100101 01100100 00100000 01100001 01110011

01000110 01110010 01110101 01101001 01110100 00100000 01010011 01101101 01100001 01100011 01101011 00101110 00100000 01011001 01100101 01100001 01101000 00101100 00100000 01000110 01110010 01110101 01101001 01110100 00100000 01010011 01101101 01100001 01100011 01101011

This, my friends, is a haiku written about a random fact and then translated into binary.

If you're wondering where Apples to Apples fits in, just remember: INSIDE THE SUN.

this is not a place of honesty.

here I go. starting a blog... not being cliche.

here's the thing: long paragraphs scare me.

most likely, I won't have these long chunks of text flying at you in all directions. (I know, thank me later.)

I'll try not to be vague. If I don't want to share it, I won't.

FUN FACT: Paul Revere was a dentist.

this is the introduction. feel free to disregard anything I say at anytime. I don't mean any of it.