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Has anyone ever heard someone say White People and Scandinavians? No, because it's the stupidest thing you could say. Scandinavians are white. So to exclude them from the larger umbrella phrase its weird and discredits them as being white. If you heard someone say that you'd be like 'dude, have you been in Scandinavia?" And you'd think the speaker was a moron. Also, if it because a fairly vernacular phrase between twits, you'd start to get annoyed every time you heard it right?

Thats how I feel when people say 'Christians and Catholics". It makes no sense, seeing as Catholicism was the first organized Christian church. It exclude catholics from the umbrella phrase 'Christian' is like saying 'really famous Arthurian Knights and Sir Lancelot." Not only does it show a total disregard for the history of the Christian faith / religion it also shows total ignorance of the person who said it.

I corrected someone on this and they seriously started to argue with me about it; which just shows not only ignorance but apathy. And that's just sad, especially if you count yourself as a Christian.

*By the way, I'm not Catholic, I'm Lutheran, but most of my family is Catholic.
**And I realize that not every last Scandinavian is white, but I believe my euphemism makes the point.

Stay Beautiful
~Anna

“If all mankind minus one, were of one opinion, and only one person were of the contrary opinion, mankind would be no more justified in silencing that one person, than he, if he had the power, would be justified in silencing mankind. Were an opinion a personal possession of no value except to the owner; if to be obstructed in the enjoyment of it were simply a private injury, it would make some difference whether the injury was inflicted only on a few persons or on many. But the peculiar evil of silencing the expression of an opinion is, that it is robbing the human race; posterity as well as the existing generation; those who dissent from the opinion, still more than those who hold it. If the opinion is right, they are deprived of the opportunity of exchanging error for truth: if wrong, they lose, what is almost as great a benefit, the clearer perception and livelier impression of truth, produced by its collision with error.”

 John Stuart Mill

"I can believe things that are true and I can believe things that aren't true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they're true or not. I can believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and Marilyn Monroe and the Beatles and Elvis and Mister Ed. Listen — I believe that people are perfectible, that knowledge is infinite, that the world is run by secret banking cartels and is visited by aliens on a regular basis, nice ones that look like wrinkledy lemurs and bad ones who mutilate cattle and want our water and our women. I believe that the future sucks and I believe that the future rocks and I believe that one day White Buffalo Woman is going to come back and kick everyone's ass. I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating and that the decline in good sex in America is coincident with the decline in drive-in movie theaters from state to state. I believe that all politicians are unprincipled crooks and I still believe that they are better than the alternative. I believe that California is going to sink into the sea when the big one comes, while Florida is going to dissolve into madness and alligators and toxic waste. I believe that antibacterial soap is destroying our resistance to dirt and disease so that one day we'll all be wiped out by the common cold like the Martians in War of the Worlds. I believe that the greatest poets of the last century were Edith Sitwell and Don Marquis, that jade is dried dragon sperm, and that thousands of years ago in a former life I was a one-armed Siberian shaman. I believe that mankind's destiny lies in the stars. I believe that candy really did taste better when I was a kid, that it's aerodynamically impossible for a bumblebee to fly, that light is a wave and a particle, that there's a cat in a box somewhere who's alive and dead at the same time (although if they don't ever open the box to feed it it'll eventually just be two different kinds of dead), and that there are stars in the universe billions of years older than the universe itself. I believe in a personal god who cares about me and worries and oversees everything I do. I believe in an impersonal god who set the universe in motion and went off to hang with her girlfriends and doesn't even know that I'm alive. I believe in an empty and godless universe of causal chaos, background noise, and sheer blind luck. I believe that anyone who says that sex is overrated just hasn't done it properly. I believe that anyone who claims to know what's going on will lie about the little things too. I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies. I believe in a woman's right to choose, a baby's right to live, that while all human life is sacred there's nothing wrong with the death penalty if you can trust the legal system implicitly, and that no one but a moron would ever trust the legal system. I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you're alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it.

Neil Gaiman
 

Kiddies, seriously, just bite the bullet and clean your rooms. Because it's a bitch to clean if you just let it pile up.

So I hadn't cleaned my room in years. Literally, its not been properly cleaned since probably first grade...and i just graduated high school. It was a major suckfest. Too much dust, too much stuff.

Don't your rooms get this bad.

Also cleaning made me uber crabby.

But guess what? Aside from organizing some stuff and vacuuming, ITS CLEAN! Wooo!

And I feel so much better.

What do you do when a random internet friend--who may or may not know awkward / embarrassing things about you--friend requests you on facebook.

Do you accept them and hope to God they don't say anything?
Do you accept them on a limited Profile thinger?
Do you deny them?

Fro that matter, how do you deny anyone on facebook? It's so awkward.

Any suggestions?

Stay Beautiful
~Anna

Does anyone, who has seen the first Chronicles of Narnia movie, remember the part where the housekeeper is telling the Pevensie children not to touch anything? I totally just had the same experience.

So, my boyfriend, his friend, his dad, his uncle and I went to a place called Heritage Hill--which shows you various buildings and homes from different parts of Wisconsin history. For example there's a fur trader's cabin and a Moravian Chapel and part of a fort. You can walk around, pick stuff up, flip though books; you all that's cool.

Well, apparently not. After flipping through a Latin bible and petting some fur hides we headed up to a place called Tank Cottage. No employees were around, so we went on in and had a gander. I, personally, opened the massive linen closet and the chest of drawers in the dining room. My boyfriend and his comrade tried out the different pieces of furniture to see which was the most comfortable. As I'm standing in the dining room, drinking a coke, this woman dress in 1800's garb comes walking in from the kitchen and sees us.

I thought she was going to strangle me and my boyfriend with her shawl. Apparently, 'this is a museum' and we're not allowed to touch anything. Of course there were no signs, nothing was roped off.

The cottage, and everything in it, had originally belonged to a Dutch Baroness, who was fifth in line for the throne; and was therefore priceless.

Whoops.

The chest of drawers in the dining room that I had been looking in was a one of  a kind piece. It is literally priceless. Each piece of furniture was worth thousands of dollars and was at least three hundred years old.

Again. Whoops.

The look on the woman's face was honestly the funniest thing ever. I thought she was going to have an aneurysm. I have to say this is definitely one of my top 'random things that happen' moments. Right up there with Creepy Will--who I'll blog about later, because that was freakin' hilarious too.

Anyway...Stay Beautiful and remember: Do not touch the priceless antiques...even if they are pretty.
~Anna

Air conditioning. Je n'aime pas les temps tres chaud.

I love getting reviews / comments. They make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. For example, I just go this review on Fanfiction.net.:

"Just for the record... THIS STORY IS AWESOME! AMAZING! GENIUS! SUPERB! SPLENDID! LOVELY! COMICAL! ENDEARING! (among many other description words that I cannot possibly pull from my mind at this time of night!) I really do love your original plot...! Please continue to write this story and update often! I personally think Caspian at a Prom is a stellar idea! Have a great 4th of July!"

I pretty much sat and smiled for a good five minutes after reading it. Trichwin--whoever you are--you just made my day.

Anyway that made me feel awesome, I and felt I needed to share my warm fuzzies with everyone. Therefore: YOU ARE ALL AWESOME, AMAZING, GENIUS, SUPERB, SPLENDID, LOVELY, COMICAL AND ENDEARING!

And yes, I'm talking to you--everyone, in the whole world. You are wonderful.

Stay Beautiful
~Anna

So, this is the inevitable 'Hey there, I'm new' post.

As I stated somewhere on my profile, I created this blog because somedays, I just feel like I need to say something. I guess I'll probably also use to to connect with people who love to read and write--because those are my favorite things. :) I already joined a reading challenge type community, though I feel awkward simply jumping into the conversation as it were. As for writing, I have an account on Fanfiction.net where I have one finished Draco Malfoy fic and one about Prince Caspian that is a work in progress. I'm sort of toying with an idea for a book, but I'm not sure if I have that much dedication. Perhaps I'll post one of my fics or book idea someday.

For this blog, I'm playing around with some ideas. Mainly a history or mythology lecture thing and/or a Hottie of the Week type post. I'm not sure. Of course, I still plan on making snarky observations of the world. 

Stay Beautiful
~Anna