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The Center of the Universe

29 Jan

One of the big problems that we as humans have to face is

Other People 

Honestly, I don’t even know what to do with them most of the time.

In my sixteen years as a homo-sapien sapien, I’ve only figured out only one thing about the human race:

The solar system doesn’t revolve around the sun. The universe revolves around yourself.

Every one is the center of their own universe. I have found myself saying that to angry and frustrated friends time and time again this year.

One’s dire problems and earth-shattering events are only dire and earth-shattering to that person.

Nobody cares that your car broke down. Their car is perfectly fine.

Sure, they will help you (maybe,) but it’s not their problem!




It is your problem.

While you think about yourself, they are thinking about themselves.

Sure, parents say their worlds revolve around their kids.


News flash: parents care about themselves just as much as anyone else.

They need to take care of their little life and money sucking leashes because A.) They don’t want to be arrested for child neglect and B.) Biology makes them do it.

Let’s talk about why we do each other favors then.

Situation A: An average Joe is asked by a colleague to give a paper to someone as he is leaving his office.

Resolution a: Joe says no and goes home.

Resolution b: Joe says yes.

Let’s say Joe says no. He’s going home. Maybe to his family. Maybe he wants to catch the new episode of Supernatural. He is thinking about himself and that’s perfectly acceptable. He doesn’t want to miss the new episode of Supernatural or family dinner night.

But the colleague of Joe’s could have the same exact things going on, so Joe is an ass for not saying yes.

So Joe is justified to himself, but in the wrong to his colleague.

But what if Joe says yes? Why did he say yes?

Maybe the person he was asked to give the paper to was on his way. Still, he could have said no and spared himself the awkward conversation between two people who are not friends.

What if the person was on the other side of the building? Or really hated Joe? Or was creepy?

Why did Joe say yes?

It’s because Joe wants something.

Maybe Joe wants

  1. people to like him.
  2. to please his god.
  3. to be nice.

By why does he want people to like him? So they will be nice to him and do things for him in return?

I’m going to go with yes.

So he wants to please god, eh? What does god do for you? Give you eternal salvation? A nice, comfortable afterlife? Joe is making sure he will be comfortable after death. It’s like a spiritual retirement fund. He’s not doing the favor for his colleague. He’s doing it for himself so he can be cozy where everything’s white and fluffy.

And why is someone nice?

Either they are secretly a serial killer or they want something. (Or they are somewhere in there.)

People do things for other people because they are indirectly doing it for themselves.

And that’s okay!

Be the center of your universe! Everyone does it! All the cool kids are doing it!

Have some science to back yourself up:

Just remember, not everyone thinks you are the center of it. They think they are.

Don’t get mad when people are too wrapped up in their own problems to help you with yours.

It’s your problem. Deal with it.

It’s their problem. Deal with it.

If you want someone to focus on your problems, see a therapist. That’s their job.

End note: I am not a philosopher, psychologist, or social scientist. This is based on my experience with dealing with other people. Also, I’m in a bad mood so it’s a but pessimistic. But that doesn’t mean I’m wrong.

Science, Sherlock, and Sense and Sensibility (Stream of Consciousness)

22 Jan


It’s such a broad topic of discussion.

There is biology, chemistry, archaeology, psychology, meteorology, geology, paleontology, oceanography, astronomy, physics, botany, zoology, etc, etc, etc.

So when one hears science, it could actually mean many, many things.

My favorite branch of science is psychology.

I’m bored of talking about this now.

Everything I know about cooking I learned from Hannibal Lecter. I’m sure my mum would love to hear that.

When I’m sick I watch Jane Austen movies and Doctor Who. My mum watches Fiddler on the Roof and Harry Potter.


I watched it via livestream as it aired in the UK. I have all the spoilers. Muahahaha. 

But I shan’t post them. Not yet. But I am going to talk about The Empty Hearse so close this is you haven’t seen it yet.

***Spoilers for The Empty Hearse***

Basically this is the episode:

  • JOHN
  • MARY

Let’s talk about Anderson’s beard. No, not like that. His actual beard. Facial hair. I mean, holy crap. He looks like he’s from the middle ages. wai-

And he got people killed in both.

Ouch, sorry. That was uncalled for. Maybe. But my reaction to Sherlock’s return was most like his.


Can we talk about this man? This man is the most adorable man I’ve ever seen.

And he only gets more adorable in the next episode.


Let’s move on to JAWN.


Oh, Jawn. You’re so terrifyingly cute.

I thought he was going to die. I was freaking out. I remember my terror. I love him so much.

He looks so sad and old. The mournstache really does age him. What I like most about this picture is that he’s about to beat the shit out of Sherlock again.

Sherlock, John…


She’s so adorable. Amanda Abbington is so fantastic.

Martin and Amanda don’t even need to act. They’re so cute already.

Remember this picture.

The beginning of an awesome friendship.

Okay, I love her so much. Just you wait, Americans. Just. You. Wait.

Let’s move on to Sherlock now.

He actually surprised John by showing up in a costume saying “Not Dead!”

*Dances to Donde Estas, Yolanda while sobbing hysterically into my tea*

Can we talk about how adorable he is? Because DAMN

Very few people can look this awesome after being punched in the face.



Talk about character development. I only needed this episode to completely fall in love with her.

“The person who matters the most” is fabulous.

Mrs. Hudson, charming as always.

And then there is

and ALSO

Oh. My. God.

Oh. My. God. Oh. My. God. Oh. My. God. Oh. My. God. Oh. My. God. Oh. My. God. Oh. My. God. Oh. My. God. Oh. My. God. Oh. My. God. Oh. My. God. Oh. My. God. Oh. My. God. Oh. My. God. Oh. My. God. Oh. My. God. Oh. My. God. Oh. My. God. Oh. My. God. Oh. My. God. Oh. My. God. Oh. My. God. Oh. My. God. Oh. My. God. Oh. My. God. Oh. My. God. Oh. My. God. Oh. My. God.

I better stop now before I accidentally post spoilers.

One lat edit I love:

Au revoir, readers. Until next time…

But wait, there’s more!

Can we talk about how much I love Hugh Grant and Colin Firth and Jane Austen Movies?


Speaking of Hugh’s

Much excitement. Much MURDER.

At least I didn’t have to wait two years.

Oh yeah, and if you haven’t seen this:

So. Cute. Asdfghjkl

Well, I’m going to go drown in a pool of kittens.


Doctor Who – A Message For Us All

15 May

I’m a proud Whovian. For those of you who aren’t total geeks, a Whovian is a person who is a fan of the British television show Doctor Who. The 50th anniversary for the show is in late November and I truthfully could not be more psyched out of my mind.

A brief synopsis: A time traveling man flys about the universe in his policebox shaped time machine called a TARDIS. The Doctor usually has one or more human companions travelling with him. He saves planets and runs a lot.

My favorite Doctor is the tenth regeneration. The Doctor, instead of dying, can change into a new body. He has done this 11 times so far. The tenth was played by David Tennant. This is him:


He didn’t have the beard when he played the Doctor, but he’s still super cute.




Yay……. Where was I?

Oh yeah! Doctor Who. Okay so I rewatched Ten’s seasons over the past couple days. It’s truly heartbreaking. If you’ve never seen the show, do it now. Start from the reboot with the 9th Doctor. It’s on Netflix. Go now. You’ve watched? Good. So there is a huge character change from Ten to Eleven. At the end of his life, Ten was depressed and quite and amazing. He killed the Time Lords during the Time War then AGAIN. It’s such a fall from a high. For a little bit, he had all his friends and Rose back, theb they all have to leave. Then, he’s told he has to DIE! The Master comes back and stirs things up with his insanity. But, was the Master really insane? NOPE! The bloody Time Lords did it again. Rassilion brings all the war crazed Time Lords out of the Time Lock with the drum beat in the Masters head that caused his insanity to try and destroy time. The destruction was why the Doctor ‘killed’ them the first time. He has beat himself over it over and over and now on the brink of his death, he has to do it again. I mean WHAT THE HELL?! Seriously, that’s the cruelest thing I could imagine. He almost survives too, but he still dies. He’s killed by the radiation from the Master’s reactor after Wilf locks himself inside. Before he regenerates, 10 visits all his former companions forgone last goodbye. He then regenerates, and the world cries. The end… But it’s not! Because this is Doctor Who! Eleven becomes the Doctor. Matt Smith:


If Nine is a tiger, Ten is tigger, that Eleven is a clumsy house cat that falls off the furniture and tries to make it look like he did it on purpose. But I believe his goofiness is just a facade. In his first episode, Eleven meets a scared Little Girl called Amelia Pond. He’s goofy and weird, bit we can still see the pain behind his eyes. As Eleven grows into himself in that first episode, he solidifies that mask into what he is today. He’s scarred and traumatized, but doesn’t want to show it. If he wasn’t this goofy thing, the Doctor would hang himself. He’s killed his race twice, all his friends are gone, and he hates himself. He latches onto Amy and she becomes his family. The Doctor, who when her was Ten, was terrified of getting a mortgage and living in a house, goes to visit the Ponds because he misses them. AND THEN he loses them too! I mean really, if I was the Doctor, I’d fly the TARDIS into the sun and jump out. He lost his first Time Lady wife to the Time War, lost Rose to his meta crisis self in a parallel universe, and is married to River who he knows dies in the library! (If you haven’t watched the show, this makes no sense. Sorry… I’m so so sorry.) The nan has lost everything twice or thrice over. He is dangerous to himself and others and he knows it, so he balances it out with the silky hats and bow ties.

To the people that complain this Doctor is a joke, just remember what he’s been through. Look at this man, and see his pain, his loss, and his sorrow. This man is a miracle that he’s not killed himself.

This Saturday, the seventh series finale airs. It’s calle The Name of the Doctor. I’m so scared for this episode, because it sounds so final. The question that the show Doctor Who is built on is going to be answered?! What is this? I can’t. I can’t bare to see him suffer any more.

This show is more than just quirky British telly. It’s an example of how to live your life. It shoes that peopke are capable of anything. That life isn’t always easy and there are no simple answer, but you keep buggering on!

If this is the end of the Doctor, I don’t know what I’ll do.

Doctor, keep on fighting. If yoire somewhere out there in one of those parallel worlds that Strong Theory has made, but this post on your psychic paper and keep going. It’s worth it. It’s worth it to keep living because anyone is capable of anything. Humans, Time Lords, orangutans, gold fish, whatever! Follow your dreams, and it’s never your time to go.



INFP, Shakespeare, and My Issues with Human Anatomy

15 May

If I had to pick the one thing or study I enjoy the most, I’d have to say it’s Psychology.

When it comes to Psychology, you can’t hide. You can try, but you really can’t. It just shows more about your character and personality. I’ve taken hundreds of personality assessment quizzes and read about a dozen of psych books.

My favorite personality indicator is the Meyers Briggs. I’ve taken the test hundreds of times and made my friends and family do it too. I’m a steady INFP and proud of it! Well… Maybe not of my nonexistent people skills!




If you want to take my favorite version of the test, go here.

One of my new favorite hobbies is to challenge my friend Claire (mentioned in a previous post) to Shakespearean duels throughout the day.

“I bite my thumb at you sir!”
“Rosey. Stop.”
“Dost thou disrespect the house of Mulvey?”
“Dost thou disrespecteth my house? Draw thy sword.”
“Draw. Thy. Sword.”
“Oh my GOD. You’re so annoying.”
“Thine words be meretricious. You reveal thy cowardice by refusing my duel. You’ve left the gauntlet on the floor with thine honor.”
“Go away.”
“I ain’t even bovvered. Lookers at my face. Not bovvered.”

And on it goes. At some point, one of us gives in or gets bored. Once I get a bit more practice, I’ll start speaking in iambic pentameter. That’d ought to be interesting.

On a completely different topic…

I’m actually really bothered by the liver. Human livers are weird to me. They don’t look like the other organs. Proper organs are red and firm and strong. Livers are like goo. They flop around and are a weird color. It’s like a beef cutlet inside your abdomen.
WARNING: Picture of a human liver follows.

It seems different to me than the other organs. I know it’s important and stuff for living and has a wide range of functions, including detoxification, protein synthesis, and production of biochemicals necessary for digestion (thanks Wikipedia!). Blech. No.

That’s about it for today! Well… yesterday but… whatever. I’ll try to post something else today.

до свидания do svidaniya

My Friend Jennie Lamere, Writing Update, and Sugar Overload

10 May

Do you see this girl? This girl is none other than… JENNIE LAMERE.

If you haven’t heard of Jennie Lamere, you have now! Jennie is 17, and she just won a fabulous hacking competition by creating a Twitter app to filter spoilers out of your timeline. She calls it Twivo, but I call it the River Song app.

The coolest part about Jennie is….

I KNOW HER! Yes, it is true, I know Jennie.


I met Jennie when I was actually pretty young. We were in the musical Honk!  together. My first impression of Jennie was

“Wow, she’s a really pretty dancer.”

Yes, she dances too! Good looks, huge brain, and she’s one of the nicest people I know. I reconnected with Jennie this year when I started High School. Jennie was a senior and I’m a freshman. We were reacquainted when I joined the Liturgical Dance club that she was heading. She recognized me before I her, and it was fabulous to get to see her again. We were in Little Mermaid Jr.  where she showed off her bright smile and wonderful attitude while dancing better than I could ever dream to. Jennie, if you see this, thanks for dancing in front of me during “Under the Sea.” Without you, i never would have remembered that dance.

Today we had the senior farewell at school, and I admit I got a little teary that I wouldn’t be in drama with Jennie next year. She is such an inspiration on so many levels and I would be a very different person if I hadn’t met her.

Jennie, darling, I love you. I wish you the best of luck in your future. I hope we stay friends as you branch out into the world with an already impressive track record of a genius and a wonderful person.

Okay, I’m going to stop before I cry. One final picture:

As an update from my last post, I am now 40 pages into my play. I think I may be able to finish act one tonight and depending on how it goes, if I’m very lucky I’ll finish act two by Sunday. However, I think a more reasonable estimate is Tuesday for the first draft to be finished.

I actually typed so much last night that my hands were sore today. Not. Cool. But, hey! I got vitamins. Finally.

My friend Claire and her family are some of the nicest people to me. I hang around their house more than I hang around anywhere else. Mr. and Mrs. Claire’s Parents are both in the air force, so you don’t mess with them, but they’re sweethearts. A fun little story about them:

In their pantry, they had this huge industrial bag of gourmet jelly beans. They are pretty  normal people, so they like the traditional flavors: the orange ones, cherry, etc. So whenever I went over their house, I’d eat the ones they didn’t like i.e. popcorn, black licorice, cinnamon. Recently, they finished off their favorites, so today in school Claire brought me in their rejects. It was about 1/8 of the bag left.

I finished it. I ate them all. Right now I’m recovering from a sugar coma. Claire and I played a game where she would give me two and I’d eat them at the same time and then I’d guess which flavors they were. It was actually really gross, but I’m still reigning champion. My mouth tastes like black licorice and winning.

Time to keep writing. For anyone who actually reads this, thank you for putting up with my madness.

Au revoir!

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