Please. Be quiet.

Whenever something new comes out, there's a rush to be the first to copy it and a rush to be the first to hate it. Whenever I hear someone mention that they hate any particular fad, I have just as little respect for their ability to think on their own as someone who is obsessing over that same fad.

You had the choice to click play on the video or not. If you don't like it, don't watch it. Unfortunately, people don't have the choice to click play or, for that matter, mute, on your complaints. So please, stop hating on every little new thing that comes out, even if it is stupid. It really doesn't make you look any more intelligent or sophisticated.

Thanks.

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To My Non-Existant Readers

If you do read my blog, I both apologize for not acknowledging you and thank you for reading my ramblings. I will continue to rather lazily and almost never update this blog, but I will also be writing on Storylane once in awhile. Storylane comes with prompts that seem to get my writing motor running, so my writings there will probably be more polished work and less nonsensical rant. That makes me feel even more comfortable in this blog, as I can truly use it as a platform to just jabber on about my life instead of being worried about the quality of my posts. If you wish to read my posts on Storylane, by profile is at www.storylane.com/ChanelleLize. Enjoy!

On another note, I had to be taken to the emergency room yesterday afternoon, and while I was talking to the triage nurse, the phrase "Just because you're in pain doesn't mean she's not a person" popped into my head. So please, the next time you have to be in the hospital, treat the staff -- even the maintenance staff -- with respect. Even if they stick a needle in your left butt cheek. That was rather unpleasant. (But the pain killers that needle delivered were WELL WORTH IT!!)

I'm quite fine now. I'm not sure if the pain killers are still in my system (even though it's been almost 20 hours since they entered my body) or if my pain has gone away on it's own, but I feel rather peachy now, albeit very tired. Do me a favour and smell a flower for me today, alright?

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A Blog Post Omitting the Letter "B" (Except for the title)

I haven't written a post here for a long while. I recently was emailed a Plinky prompt suggesting I try writing a post that doesn't include a particular letter in the English language's morphemes (had to run to Thesaurus.com for that one). I rolled a random numeral from 1 to 26 to randomly chose my letter.

Coincidentally, I was once involved in a game involving this particular letter. After the game was started, anyone who uttered a word starting with this particular letter would receive punches from every other player until they could yell "Letter *!!" (The asterisk stands for the letter which I can not mention in this post.) I must say, having a rather large lexicon, I usually lasted to the end of the game, un-punched.

Not using this particular letter is rather easy, actually. However, I am disinterested with continuing to write on the topic of not using this letter, so I'm signing off. Perhaps I shall attempt this another time, with another letter.

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Boxes

I have to move heavy objects when I'm upset. It's something a noticed a few years ago while taking a strength training course at my local rec center. When I lift weights, I feel on top of the world. I feel like I'm strong and in control.

Today, I was upset. I'm not going to go into details on why exactly I was so upset, but I was upset. I have these boxes, six of them, of laminate flooring that has been sitting in my room for years, waiting to be installed. These were sort of a symbol of why I was upset today. I spent quite a lot of time just staring at them angrily. Then I decided to move them.

I am 5 foot 4 inches tall, and I weigh just under 100 pounds. I've always been small and I've always been made to feel weak. But I knew I was strong enough to lift each box, so I tossed all the junk out of the large storage space under my bed and lifted them into it. They were pretty heavy, and I was beat when I was finished, but I felt so calmed. Plus my room looks SO MUCH bigger now, it's not even funny. It was a very cathartic experience.

I'm glad I moved those boxes.

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Blank Pages

Well, it seems like I have a bunch of blank pages set before me again. I've blogged before, but never with much of a purpose. I guess I didn't have a purpose to do anything, I guess. I'd just sit in my room, wasting away my time, wishing I was part of life.

I was homeschooled since Kindergarten. Homeschooling is really, really good, don't get me wrong, but it was wrong for me. After awhile, I got stuck in my rut of being indoors with no one but my mother, and, when he came home from work, my dad. It went on for too long, really. I was homeschooled until Grade 9, and then in Grade 10 I started online school. And then I became depressed. I would just sit in my room with my computer doing nothing important. I didn't finish Grade 10, and then things started going downhill fast and I was registered for Grade 11 twice. I didn't do much, but I did do just enough for it to be possible for me to still get things done while finishing Grade 12. That's what I'm doing now, in a real school.

I can't say I love school. I guess no one can really say they love life on this dirty, nasty planet, but most don't want to be dead. I'd rather be stressing through school than being depressed again. Yeah, it's hard, but hard work makes you stronger. I'm not the person I was in September, as cliche as that sounds. I'm proud of myself.

It feels good to finally have something to write about. I used to write about nothing in a blog that wasn't me. That blog was the me I thought I should be, the me I thought could become famous, the me I thought people would like a lot better. I've learned, this year, that it doesn't really matter if others like me. I have to like me. And I really don't care if anyone reads my blog anymore. I just need to write. This blog is for me. I'm going to read my blog, and that's all that really matters. (That sounded very narcissistic, haha.)

I'm falling asleep on myself again.

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