Vegi-man-ism

The other day, a friend was telling me she follows 'meat free Mondays'
I told her that I did as well, and Tuesdays, and Wednesdays, Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays AND Sundays. She looked at me for a while and then realised I was a Vegetarian and started laughing. So at this stage, most people are wondering why I've made the decision to become a Vegi-man. Before I begin, let's make a few things clear:
1. I eat eggs and fish, but not chicken
2. I am doing this properly, and I take suppliments to make sure I get enough protien, B12, etc
3. I'm not trying to convert anyone. You could eat a steak in front of me and it won't bother me in the least.

Okay, now that that's out of the way, I'll explain why I made the descision. I am NOT one of those bunny-hugger freaks. If I LIKED the taste, texture and thought of an ex-living thing sliding down my throat, then I'd eat meat. But have you ever sat down and thought "okay, lets go eat a cow" when your mom puts spag-bol in front of you?

Most of you are probably thinking now, "so what do I EAT all the time?"
I eat a lot of fish, soy burgers, soy mince etc
So yeah, I'm proud to be a vegiman!

Some pictures

Scientific Lesson

So the other day, I was reading Angels and Demons (brilliant read!) and I came across the concept of antimatter.
I didn't understand this concept so, I approached the all knowing source of knowledge-the Internet.
For anyone else who may be interested, here is a definition of antimatter:

Think of when you are playing with play dough. you flatten it all, find a cookie cutter, and press it down, and get a star. But when you pick it up, you get the outline of the star (the negative) left in the play dough.

Albert Einstein discovered something very important. Matter is just a very concentrated form of energy.
so, if you had a LOT of energy, and concentrated it in a very pressured environment, you would end up with matter, and its negative space-Antimatter.
This means that when the electrons, protons and neutrons which make our world were created, a lot of their twins (positrons, anti protons and anti neutrons) were also made. So, where are they? Where did they go? Did they become an antiworld?

Paul Dirac thought some more about antiparticles. He wondered, if protons, electrons and neutrons stick together to make atoms, and atoms stick together to make everything around us, what we call matter…..

Then what about positrons (electrons antimatter), antiprotons and antineutrons? Do they stick together to make antiatoms? Are antiatoms the building bricks of antimatter? (antistrawberries, antistars, antiyou?!) Paul certainly thought so, and modern-day physicists agree with him. But thinking something is possible doesn't mean it's necessarily true…
When antimatter and matter meet, they annihilate and you are left with a puff of energy. But where did it GO?

About the possibility of antimatter in space (antistars or antigalaxies), theorist have reasons to believe that the Universe is all made of matter. But we are not 100% sure, and that's way there are experiments, which are going to look for it.



Yes, I am aware that I have left you with more questions than answers, but please comment and share your thoughts.

excerpt from my FICTIONAL book, that may or may not ever get published

There are lots of things a teenage girl would hate to see. A car accident, a dead body, that "its ovr babe, im soz" text, or their baby sister wearing their favourite shirt. But the two stripes on a pregnancy test topped all of them for me.
I didn't know what to do. Should I phone Jacob? What would he say? Would he be angry? Would it be with me or himself?
Should I tell my mom? Would she blame herself? Would she be angry at me, or herself?
I walked over from the toilet to the mirror, and stared at my reflection. From now on, I'll never be the same again. I am now "that girl who got knocked up in high school".
Why me? What about all the parents out there, the ones who would kill to see the two stripes that had just turned my world around?
Then, it struck me. it might not be right, it could be a false positive. I took the other test out the box. I felt a sense of dread, only to see the two lines show up again.
What would my father think? He'd done everything for me, moved halfway across the world for my stupid mistakes, and here i was, disappointing him again.
I sunk to the floor with my head between my knees, when it hit me.
I didn't have to keep it. I could take my money and go get rid of the problem right now.
I wanted to slap myself. how could i have just thought that? The "problem" was a foetus. it too had a developing brain, and heart. Christ, it even would have fingernails.
One thing was sure, this was my baby, and no-one was going to take it away from me!

More bad poetry

Once more, mommy was cross and daddy took the pill
So frightened, behind the couch you lay still
Again you realise life is rough
But you know you have to be tough
How can we help you?
They ask, say the word and we'll do
Your hurt shines through your smile
And you know you'll be in this place for a while
When daddy is sobre, mommy is fine
But we all know its just a matter of time
He left once more-you know he'll back
But smile girly, your life's on track.

my poetry

so last year, I made some rash decisions about what to share with teachers about friends, and when I was down in the dumps, I did what usually makes me feel better-I wrote. I'm not very good at poetry, but this is what came out:

I don't know what to do
But I know for sure
My time with lies is through

I'm sorry if you're sad
I hope you know I was worried
I hope you know it drove me mad

I did what I thought was best
Even if it nearly killed me
Even if it left our friendship a mess

How would you have handled it?
If it was my secret
If you were the one to uncover, bit by bit

I hope you can trust me
When I say I love you
I hope that you see

So I apologise
For all that I've done
For all the lies.

poem #2

If you need a friend
I'll be here 'til the end

If you tell me you want me to go
I'll be gone before you know

If you do indeed want me here
I'm not much, but I'll hold you dear

If you need the pills again
I'll be there while the tears stain

If you want me to go
I'll be gone before you know

Rose among the thorns...

Here's the deal:

So today, i was sitting in maths, with my head in the clouds (as per usual) and I was thinking how we are all expected to fit into a box!
Society is very single minded, and frowns upon those who are different.
I am not your average teenage girl. I'd rather be seen in combat boots than most heels, would DEFINITELY rather listen to Def Leppard than Justin Bieber, and would rather wear a band tee than dress up as a skanky hoe.
but, there is more then that that differentiates me. when I was 12 years old, I was diagnosed as mentally gifted. this means that my mental age is higher than my numerical age, and i have a higher IQ than most. before I went to a school to accommodate this, most of my lessons went something like this:

“Grace! Focus! Now, does anyone have any topic-related questions class?”

“I'm sorry sir, but I it read somewhere and was wondering if it was true.”

“Well, you can learn it next year. We are trying to accommodate the needs of the whole class, and the majority doesn’t understand yet, so stop trying to get ahead.”

“I was just asking. And by the way the correct answer is 344.432, because of ‘Bodmas’ not 2132.563”

“That’s not the point. We are learning about decimals not 'Bodmas'.”

“Yes sir.”

The thing that I never used to understand was why I didn't fit in. people didn't like me, and I didn't know why, but i always used to do my best to try and be like them, walk like them, talk like them, like the same boys that they did, listen to the same music, dress the same etc.

I went to a school for mentally gifted, but for personal reasons I left, and am now at a mainstream school. and I couldn't be happier. I learnt a lesson. I know this sounds cliche, but I learnt to be myself. I'm not a freak; I just percieve things differently to most, and if that makes me weird, so be it. so this is me. some people like me more, some people not so much, but the beauty of it is that I really couldn't care less.
as Kurt Cobain said, "I'd rather be hated for who i am than loved for who i am not."

Valentines day

As most of you know, today, the 14th of February, is Valentines day. the day of love, romance and joy. The day of laughter, smiles and those butterflies in your stomach. But did you know that worldwide, statistically, the most suicides occur today? There's even someone called Gerald Klein Jr, who tried to organise a mass suicide today. How sick is that? We don't need to worry about him though, he was sentenced to 20 yrs in a state mental institution.
So, my question is now, where did these Valentines traditions begin?

This is St Valentines story.
St Valentine was born and raised in Rome,during the third century. at that time, Rome was an empire ruled by Claudius. Many people didn't like him, and St Valentine was one of them. St Valentine was a priest by profession, with a preference for marrying couples. Claudius decided around that time that his army was too small. He thought it was because of all the marriages, so he made a decision - all weddings were banned!
St Valentine (obviously a romantic at heart) decided he was going to keep marrying people anyway. One night, he got caught and thrown in jail, and was told he was sentenced to death.
Many people came to visit him and send him letters, telling him that they too believed in love. One of these people was the daughter of the prison guard - she told him to stay cheerful and keep believing in love. So St Valentine carried on marrying people illegitimately. On the day St Valentine was destined to die, he left her a letter, signing it "love your Valentine" - and so began a tradition!

On the upside, this is a very romantic story, and deep down, we all want to hear these cute stories that keep our inner-romantics melt. But on the other hand...
Valentines day is just suck-ish if you're single. its become over-commercialised, as has mothers day, fathers day, Easter etc.
Valentines day is one of those things you either love or hate. I'm going to leave y'all with a question now, What does Valentines day mean to you?