Like a name in a fairytale.

Last May, I practically shaved my head. I wanted short hair, and I got it. And I loved it. Others seemed to like it too. It was very easy to care for, I could wear a dress and still look feminine, and I thought it was very pretty and cute. Granted, it is growing out a bit because I haven’t gone to my hairdresser for a haircut since May, but I am dying to have my short hair back. Even though my hair now is only brushing my shoulders.

Now, anyone who is up-to-date with trends people are following nowadays, particularly in Hollywood, know that actresses have been trading their long locks for shorter ones. Not only are stars doing this, but many girls across the country are as well. 

Hair, in no way shape or form, should determine the looks and attractiveness of a person. Beauty is an opinion. It is not a fact. It is not something as certain as math, or laws in Physics. 

Hair also should never be used determine sexuality, or be used as a way to use that as an adjective towards someone or something you know nothing about. As a person who is a supporter of the LGBT community, I know when the word ‘gay’ or ‘lesbian’ is used as a friendly word (in a group of comfortable friends, for example), or a as a derogatory word used to deter someone from doing something that is “frowned upon” or not up to your standards. 

With that, I’m not trying to say that long hair is an awful thing. I know many people with long, beautiful hair. And if you want to grow your hair out, or invest in extensions, by all means: go for it! But if you want to try out long hair, don’t be afraid to! It doesn’t make you ugly, it doesn’t make you less of a woman. 

It just makes you a person with short hair. You are no less of a person, you are no less of a woman. 

And if you are a person who already has short hair, and you keep seeing all of these people talking about girls with short hair, and how immature and less attractive you are: wear your short hair with pride. Flaunt it, dress it up, be proud. You look great. You have lovely hair, no matter what anyone says. 

Because we basically ask to come up with fictional worlds and people (not always fictional, anyway, but usually), sit in front of a computer, type up an in-depth story about these fictional characters in these fictional worlds, let the world read it, then hope they like it enough that you won’t get your power shut off that month.

Then, all we do is complain about how much we hate writing, and how our writing sucks. 

But, despite all of that, we know that writing is what we were meant to do. And we never stop, because under all of the complaining and stress, we love what we do. We love to write, and we love it more than anything. 

As soon as we confess our love though, we go right back to complaining. 

Do you realize that there are people out there that are dangerously underweight, and their life is at risk because they can’t gain another pound? And they aren’t skinny because they choose to be; they are skinny because they don’t have a choice. Sometimes, they are ill, and they can’t do anything about it. 

Meanwhile, here you are, starving yourself, and you weigh 80 pounds. You weigh that little because you think you need to be; you chose to be this skinny. You are in full control. You think you look better like this. 

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People’s personalitits. 

wirkd oioykaro

No one tells me how to write. No one. And that sounds really dumb and arrogant but I hate when people tell me how to write. I know she is my English teacher and she knows best, but I have my own writing style, and I like to stick to it. 

/end mini-rant

(Source: writing-problems)

Meanwhile, while I wait…

Hey, I did a writing meme! 

Source. 

Sorry that I have crazy writing, and the second picture is blurry. My scanner stopped working, and that is what I got. 

day 1- handwrite your full name.
day 2- handwrite your tumblr url.
day 3- handwrite your tumblr headline.
day 4- handwrite your favorite quote.
day 5- handwrite your bestfriends name(s).
day 6- handwrite your tumblr crushes.
day 7- handwrite your three favourite song titles of all time.
day 8- handwrite whatever you want.
day 9- handwrite your favourite word.
day 10- handwrite your lucky number.
day 11- handwrite your favourite website.
day 12- handwrite your name using the hand opposite of what you normally use.
day 13- handwrite the first 10 things that pop into your head.
day 14- handwrite your favourite tumblrs.
day 15- handwrite “hello”.
day 16- handwrite whatever you want.
day 17- handwrite your ten favourite actors.
day 18- handwrite a few words that sum you up.
day 19- handwrite your five favourite bands.
day 20- handwrite your favourite month.
day 21- handwrite your ten favourite actresses.
day 22- handwrite your five favourite things beginning with the first letter of your name.
day 23- handwrite your favourite colour.
day 24- handwrite your birthday.
day 25- handwrite your five favourite tv shows.
day 26- handwrite i love _____.
day 27- handwrite your favourite meal
day 28- handwrite a message to someone.
day 29- handwrite how you are feeling.
day 30- handwrite what you love most about tumblr.

I am tired of religion. 

I am tired of religion. 

I am so fed up with religion being the main reason for discrimination, to excuse everything. I am so tired of it. 

“God has a plan for me.”

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So, today was not a very good day. We made it through the music for the opener, and drill is coming up soon, and we are kind of on a good track. 

But, as I said before, we get new marchers every year, and the people that have been marching the longest have to kind of take them under their wing. 

As the oldest Bass Clarinet player, naturally, I gravitated towards the new Bass Clarinet players, and even though we have to hang out with the low reeds, I still tune them and give them some pointers on holding their instrument for extended amounts of time, and what to do to keep their arms and neck from getting sore. 

I have three new marchers. 

One hasn’t showed up for two days. The other didn’t have a mouthpiece all of band camp, and didn’t show up today. 

So, I’m left with this one kid who HATES marching band. She hates that she has to stand for so long and hold her instrument and play in 6/8. 

And don’t even get me started on the 6/8. 

I don’t think she can read and keep up with music in 6/8.

When I was her age, I had a ton of 6/8 experience. I could play it—not perfectly—but I could keep up with the others.

But this girl starts playing, gets lost (or loses the tempo) and just stops. 

COME ON. PLAY YOUR MUSIC. IT ISN’T THAT HARD, I PROMISE. 

And while the directors were saying that this music is some of the hardest we’ve ever done, this girl and I are playing bass line. Quarter notes and half notes, sweetheart, with the occasional slurred eighth note. 

Sure, the Flutes and Clarinets have trills and all that. I’ve seen their music. It looks pretty tricky.

But the Bass Clarinet music? 

Guys. 

This stuff is simple.

And this girl isn’t even trying. And she complains constantly, and it is getting so frustrating, and I just wish I could get back my old section— as selfish as it sounds—because it was awesome and fun, and we all talked to one another, and choreographed silly dances, and even though we were invisible because we played the Bass Clarinet, we were still awesome.

What happened to that section? 

The one where everyone loved band, and could play 6/8 and never complained?

Okay, I need to stop. 

It is just frustrating. I’m trying really hard to help this girl with her music, and she complains about her arms being sore, and I try to help her, and she just doesn’t care. 

And when it comes to music, I know she doesn’t understand it. She knows she doesn’t understand it. She refuses to ask for and accept help.

So, what was the point of this? 

I don’t know. 

I’m going to go read or watch the Olympics or something. 

Why leaving the band hall is so interesting. Under a cut so I don’t clog your dashboard. Something that will make the most sense if you are in band. I have no idea why I wrote this.

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