Saturday, June 5, 2010

Dear Ms Weldon,

Dear Ms. Weldon,

Hi. I know my last two blogs were late. :( But I was at my friend's birthday party and she didn't have an internet connection at her house, so I couldn't publish them until I got home from the sleepover today. You can even ask Bianca, Maddie, or Alex for proof - they were there and saw me freaking out over it. I hope you can still accept them and count them for my grade, but if you can't I understand. :(

Andie

Friday, June 4, 2010

Summer

As the end of the school year rapidly approaches and the sun grows increasingly warm every day, people grow more and more excited for summer. Out go the furry jackets and warm, cozy Uggs, and in come the cool flip flops and the hot shades. It's time for people to chill at their cottages, or run through the sprinklers in the backyard, bask in the homework-free life or just sleep in.

Summer is understandably one of the most favourite seasons. And why not? You don't have to worry about deadlines, tests, or tucking in your shirt, and it lasts for two incredible months! I can go swimming at my cottage with my friends, and get a tan at the beach. I can eat all of the freezies and popsicles I want. Life is carefree, easy, relaxing and wonderful!

There's really not any downside to summer. I just wish my whole life could be as amazing as a simple summer day.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Blooooogs

Maybe I'm just a loser who can't do things that other people can do with 50% of their effort, but blogging, for me, was painful. Everyone had similar feelings about blogs at the beginning of the year - we thought this would be a fun year-long project, where we'd get to express ourselves and personalize our own web spaces on the internet. But as we soon realized that the amount of time spent on writing them every week and how high Ms. Weldon's grading standard was, most of us started to resent the task.

Now that's not to say that I didn't try my best. I spent more time than most people on writing mine every week, and sometimes it took longer than it should have, resulting in late posts. I didn't procrastinate. It's just hard to write! It's difficult to harness my thoughts and actually turn them into words, and then into sentences, and then full paragraphs. Some people just aren't as creative as others.. Me being one of them. Because creative writing is marked partly on creativity and originality, and that's not something you can learn. Being graded on creative writing is like being graded on your personality and your character. I believe in another format of ranking - one where we are averaged on not only the quality of our work, but the effort that goes into it. Because when I get a rubric back on a blog that I must have spent more than 5 hours on in total, and I get only in the eighties, it's really discouraging.

My personal writing standard may have slightly improved since term one, thanks to Ms. Weldon's slightly harsh level of excellence. But I regret to say that writing a mini-essay a week, added to the normal amount of Language Arts schoolwork, was not a particularly enjoyable experience. Although I'm grateful that I got the opportunity to try it, I don't see a hobby of blogging in my future.

Monday, May 31, 2010

What is 'Cool'?

An obsession over being 'popular' and 'cool' has cause terminal insanity, depression, and suicide. What do you think when you read that? At first, it sounds ridiculous to me. Everyone likes to believe that they are untouched by peer pressure, cliques, and the pressure of fitting in. But if I think about it again, it's totally conceivable. Honestly, I am seriously affected by it all, but I try not to be. Though cliques in our grade are very prominent and defined, most people pretend that they don't exist when confronted with the idea. The popularity situation in our grade takes up a lot of my time and thoughts, and I know I'm not alone in this position.

I've talked to a few other people who share similar feelings about this. Some of us come to school stressing about whether we'll be able to sit with the cool kids at lunch that day, or whether we'll be casually edged out of the circle again. Then we wonder who we can sit with if we aren't accepted there. If anyone actually reads this, they will totally know exactly what I'm talking about, but most people still wouldn't admit it to their friends. Well, someone's got to address the problem, and since I've only got three more weeks of dealing with it, I'm comfortable talking about this on behalf of the people who are being excluded.

Last year, I admit, I tried a little bit too hard to be 'cool'. It was my first year, and I wanted to make friends, so obviously they were the first group I looked to. Why not? The popular people always seem to have the most fun, are super attractive, are the center of attention, and never have a dull moment. I wanted to feel included, like I was a part of a special group of friends with a tight bond, that I could be friends with forever. It's natural to want to be a part of something like that. I got labeled almost immediately as 'the person who tries too hard', and apparently that's some horrible sin.

What I really don't understand, is why cliques are so necessary. It's different than just groups of friends. The groups are exclusive, and I know from personal experience as I've tried for basically two whole years to officially join a group of friends and have been unsuccessful. When people in my situation (there are a few) are simply trying to make friends, they get caught between the two different cliques. We might think we're basically accepted now, but then we don't get invited to a sleepover or a party, and we have to deal with being left out of inside jokes and funny stories about it on Monday morning - not so fun. So why don't people just hang out with whoever they want?

We worry about boundaries and getting labeled, like I did when I tried going down that path. We worry that other people will start to dislike us, and insult us because of it. Everyday I'm left wondering what to do at SOS, because as soon as that clock reads 11:00, the friends who I had been laughing and hanging out with moments ago race out the door. They run to meet up with the rest of their group, leaving me behind and wondering, "Is it okay to follow them, or is that trying too hard?" I don't want to have to try to be someone I'm not, cooler than I am, for my friends. But in a small school like this, there's not many other people to turn to.

So what are we supposed to do? Well, I say, we make friends with who we actually want to be friends with. Screw the boundaries; go for it!

Monday, May 17, 2010

Comment of the Week!

SOOOOO, I commented on, once again, Olivia's blog (surprise!) because she's just so darn good and I always feel compelled to share my thoughts and appreciation with her.

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Best Two Years of my Life.

As I enter the hallways of Middle School, people turn to see me, happily. I stride briskly over the cleat-streaked blue floors towards my closest friends, who smile and greet me pleasantly. Lauren and I bond over last night's epic episode of Glee... Bianca rambles on about how boring her weekend was... Olivia excitedly informs me of the progress of our group video project... Cassie talks briefly of Justin Bieber's performance on Oprah, or maybe breaks into song. Greeting the rest of my close friends quickly, before the warning bell rings, we scramble to make our polo shirts appear to be tucked in. I think to myself, I am so lucky to be here.

Last year, I hated this school. I hated SJK with a fiery passion and I hoped desperately for a sunny opportunity to get out of here. From the atrociously boring uniforms, that seem to resemble an old librarian with no love life, to the difficulty of fitting in, to having to continuously sit and stand (and sit and stand and sit and stand..) on Fridays from 1:40 to 2:15, being forcibly enrolled at SJK seemed like a death sentence.

After spending basically an entire year trying to make the right friends, I was told that I wouldn't be returning in Grade Nine due to nonnegotiable curriculum changes. As Mr. Carswell broke the news of the release of the Grade Nine drama program, I was dazed. To most people, this was an annoying inconvenience, resulting in an overly full Art class and no easily gained marks from playing Drama games in class. To me, that thirty seconds involved the past two years flashing before my eyes (I know it's melodramatic - now you see my problem) as I realize that without a doubt, I would not be returning to this school, and the friends that I have grown to truly love, next year.

I think about all the things that I hated about SJK initially and in some cases, still haven't come to like- things like Evensong, "C.O.O.L." Conferences, the need to tuck in our polo shirts, Wyatt, and exams. Honestly, I probably won't miss them too much. But looking back on the majority of the year, I know I had a lot of fun. I will always remember the days spent taking photo booth pictures in French with Alex, colouring plastic babies, googling pictures of cakes and sharing an extreme interest in some of my favourite things, Glee and Justin Bieber, with everyone. The real turning point for me, when I really fell in love with SJK, was sitting on the dock, at sunset, playing guitar, at Tanamakoon. We listened to Reid play Wonderwall, by Oasis, and the enthusiastic voices of my friends singing along.
I remember wishing that I could stay on that dock forever.

I honestly don't know where the year has gone. Memories of the first day of Grade Eight seem so strong. I can clearly remember screaming and hugging my friends whom I'd missed so much over the summer, and fussing over Olivia's killer new bangs. Now, as exams are approaching rapidly and the thought of graduation - leaving all this behind - makes me cry every time I think about it. As my friends anxiously await the night of the Graduation ceremony, and of course, the dance, I inwardly try to suppress my sorrow and the worry of missing my friends after I've gone. They get excited about Upper School, while I wish desperately for time to just slow down. Maybe even for it to rewind, bringing me back to sitting on that dock at Tanamakoon. But time won't give me a break. They will continue on, but I'm leaving for good, and I really don't want to. I just wish I had more time here, time to make more memories.


P.S. Wyatt I was totally kidding about not liking you. You know I love ya buddy.

Monday, May 10, 2010

Comment of the Week!

I commented on Alex's great new post comparing iTunes and LimeWire.

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B-B-Bucket List

Skydiving. It's what everyone automatically thinks of as something they want to do before they die. But really, what's the point of that? If I knew I was going to die soon, I would probably think more.. rebellious. Who ever would've considered just thinking about what nobody else thinks about? Skydiving is such a common idea. I would defy the odds in a different way... firstly, by sliding down all the railings on the escalators in an airport. That's right, you heard me. Who else would think of that?

Wouldn't it be positively delightful to gab with the Queen whilst enjoying some tea and scones? We would partake in brilliant conversations, bonding over the fact that we will both be dying in the very near future. Naturally I would have to add this to my Bucket List.

Now of course, we're going to have to include something in my future life about my one true love, Justin Bieber. How could we not? First of all, I would obviously like to go on a date with him. I think it's a perfectly reasonable and exciting goal for me- and I've always wanted to. I could also throw in Bucket List items four and five, being related. I love to sing, though I lack any kind of professional talent. If I could have a chance to work with Justin, to hear his voice over and over, and to hear our voices together... It would be an incredible experience. And to top it off, we would kiss - under the stars. My current goal is that Justin will be my first kiss, but at this rate (We haven't even met yet. But we will), I really don't care about when the kiss is, as long as it happens. And it happens under the stars. Though I wouldn't complain if he kissed me anywhere else. ;)

When you're in an elevator full of strangers, I bet you don't talk to them or ask them about their lives. And why not? Sometimes when I'm in that situation, I honestly like to say 'hi' and introduce myself. One day, I want to meet everyone in a similar situation and even get to know them enough to exchange email addresses or Facebook, if they're nice. Because once again, why not?

One of the most common things people in Canada do before they die is become a licensed driver. I would love to learn to drive of course. Preferably at the normal age of 16, rather than "before I die". But my main interest on that note is getting the actual car... I want a convertible. I want a cherry red Mercedes CLK 500 convertible, and I will do whatever it takes to be behind the wheel of that beautiful car in my lifetime.

Join me on my Bucket List journey, because it'll be fun. It will be out of the ordinary. We'll go mattress sliding down stairs instead of skydiving, I just hope I live long enough to live my life to the fullest.

Monday, May 3, 2010

Comment of the Week!

I commented on Cassie's wonderful blog.

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Judgement

Judgement. You're meeting someone for the very first time and you want to get to know them a little better. You look down and analyze his tattered skinny jeans and dirty Converse sneakers, then up and evaluate the grease-stained t-shirt and black baseball cap. Automatically, you categorize this new acquaintance as a delinquent teenager. He must be the kind of kid who cares little about anyone besides himself and his friends, who vandalizes public property and fails school because he doesn't care enough to try. Already, you have become biased in your opinion of him and lose interest in becoming acquainted. Unfortunately, you may have just written off the smartest, nicest kid in the country and you would never have a chance to find out.

Judging people, particularly based on clothes, hairstyles, or just looks in general, is a devious trap that almost everyone falls into easily, including myself. After attending a school with uniforms, I've come to appreciate them a lot more than I thought I might before. Uniforms help to eliminate the initial bias and judgement, so I can get to know someone based on personality. I might become friends with someone who's into punk music, scary things and black clothing, although if I saw them walking through the mall in their all-black outfit, I would steer clear. Why wouldn't I? It seems like we'd have nothing in common and could never possibly be friends, based on her outfit. She probably thinks I am an average preppy girl, who dreams in cartoon and who seems to have skipped out of a Disney movie, because of my jewelry, pink headband and 'I <3 JUSTIN BIEBER' shirt. The situation is completely altered.

I totally believe that we should express ourselves and embrace our differences, but through our actions, not our shoes.

Monday, April 26, 2010

Comment of the Week!

I commented on my favourite blog, Olivia's really super duper awesome one.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

This Sad Home

Our world is a very sad place.

Usually, I am an optimistic person. I underestimated the cruelness, the violence, the crime, the hate - everything unpleasant going on around me. Perhaps it was because I live in a community where everything still seems pure, completely untouched by the bad things, happening on the outside, to everyone else. I thought that this was a safe haven, a sanctuary. Maybe it is for now. But how long do I have before that changes?

Only twelve years ago, Karla Homolka and Paul Bernardo lived a happy life in St. Catherines, Ontario, about an hour from my house and twenty minutes from my cottage. I've been there. I thought of it as a peaceful place, quaint and sweet. It was like a small community from a movie where everybody knew each other. Karla's 15-year-old sister Tammy idolized her older sister and never would have suspected her deep psychotic desires until December 23rd, 1990. Paul and Karla brutally drugged, raped, tortured and eventually killed the innocent young girl. This behavior continued when the couple went uncaught in the murder, ultimately claiming the lives of three young girls, all of them only a year older than me and completely innocent.

This is a sad story to tell, but a very relevant and significant one. In seemingly happy, average communities all over the country, North America, and the world, this happens daily. How can I tell if someone close to me is actually not who they seem? How can you know who to trust? I have never questioned my judgement on the people around me, but researching this story and thinking about it has really put my guard up and my opinion of the world around me down. Of course, I still appreciate the happy moments in my life and enjoy them thoroughly... Maybe even appreciate them a whole lot more. I'm just so happy to be alive. I could've been one of those poor, slaughtered girls, we're really no different. And maybe one day it will be me, or someone I know. The chances of these incidents increase as our society spirals faster and faster into this corrupt hole of sorriness and sadness, and soon I won't be able to live on this world. Soon, it will be unbearable, until we'd sooner abandon our world than call it home.

Monday, April 12, 2010

If I Could Be on a Game Show..

If I could compete on any game show, which one would I choose? Face it: I would never, ever be on a game show. Let's be honest here - I just don't have the talents. These cheap forms of entertainment are all about determination, courage, dedication, and perfecting extreme, beautifully artistic or hilarious skills; none of which I possess.

Not only am I believed to be the least athletic student in the grade, but I also lack the intense singing talent required to compete against the incredible contestants on American Idol. Of course it would be exhilarating to be on a show like Wipe Out, or hilarious to try I Survived a Japanese Game Show. But if you can't find a certain category that fits you and your abilities, what's the point of going on a show that you don't have your heart set on? The people on those shows work for their whole lives and only have one chance to shine and to prove what they're worth. Could I really take that chance away from them?

The shows are divided into categories: sports, singing, dancing, etc. What if I don't want to be stereotyped or labeled? To compete on a game show, it's ideal that you are incredibly talented relating to the main theme of the program. I've always thought of myself as being moderately good at most things instead of being lousy at most and excellent at one big category, like basketball or science. I think it's better to be this way anyway - because when I finally do find the right path for me and what I truly love, I can strive for it and already have a head start on it... I just may not have found it yet, therefore I am not ready to fight for it on national television, whatever "it" may turn out to be.

andie, xoxo.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

The Fame.

"Andie, Andie Hunt! Over here!"... "Smile for the camera!"... "Who are you wearing tonight?"... "Can I have your autograph?" I turn and look at the girl, and smile. Taking out my sparkly, pink Gel Pen, I lean over to sign her notebook.
"I want to be just like you when I grow up," the girl says, giggling with excitement. She is only about seven years old- about the age when I realized that this was my destiny.
'You are a star on the rise,' I write. 'I'll see you in Hollywood soon!" Again, I smile at the girl, and she grins back
at me so wide that her mouth will probably hurt for a few hours. Then, I wake up.

I have big dreams for my future, and I have these dreams an awful lot. I know there are so many people out there with the same ideas. There are girls my age who are similar to me, but have come farther, like being on popular TV shows and working with the 'Teen Dream' of the moment. I wonder why those people - and the others, who haven't been quite as fortunate - chose the life that they did. Did they do it for the money, the fame, the designer sunglasses?

There are a lot of reasons why I aspire this life, and they do not include those I have already listed. There is a little girl, named Rachel, that I babysit from time to time who lives just down the street. Rachel smiles and hugs me every day that I see her. Rachel has my picture, clipped out of a Sears ad, up on her wall - right beside my own idols, Taylor Swift and Selena Gomez. Rachel looks up to me as a role model. I wish I could be a role model to other kids too, in the same way. And wouldn't I be, if I was well-known, like Taylor or Selena? Imagine for example, being on stage, and drinking in the screams and shouts of "WE LOVE YOU!", feeling on top of the world for that moment. I could be just like them, connecting with my fans through Twitter and making them super happy just because I replied to their comment. I would give back to my fans and use my seat of power to set an example, maybe give more money to that earthquake in Haiti. If I did that and told my young fans to, they could follow my lead. Being famous isn't just about the money or having people know your name.

andie, xoxo.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Barnaby & Bellie Boogly

Well hello there, my name is Barnaby Boogly and I am Andie's imaginary BESTEST FRIEND FOREVER. I enjoy Piña Coladas, getting caught in the rain, and long moonlight walks on the beach. Yes, I am a boy, but I have had a very strong feminine influence from my twin sister, Bellie Boogly. She is slightly mentally unstable but my parents think she is really super, so I can really relate to Andie and her relationship with her strange brother Dawson. That's what we usually talk about, but we can talk about anything with each other because we grew up together and are now very close. Also, I am physically close to Andie, because I live in a house right beside hers. This has come in handy a lot! We can even talk to each other from our windows, and sometimes we attach a rope ladder to both ends and then we can sneak back and forth like super spies or ninjas. I love it when we pretend to be ninjas!

My sister Bellie is also very good friends with Andie, and together we're like the three musketeers. With our strengths combined, we always stick up for Andie when people pick on her for having "imaginary friends" and talking to herself all the time. I am fairly certain that all Bellie really likes to do is paint her nails, do her hair, read magazines and gossip, but apparently that's what Andie likes in a friend because she's the one who dreamt Bellie up. I think I'm supposed to be the caring friend, and Bells is meant to be the fun friend. Oh yeah, sometimes we call her Bells. She says it makes her feel special, and I like to make people feel special. I always go out of my way to make sure people are happy, because who wants to be around a grumpy pants? Not me!

The kids at school tell Andie that she's too old for imaginary friends, but she doesn't listen to them, and it makes me feel very good about myself. I don't want Andie to ever abandon me! She says she won't ever leave me and Bellie because she will always need someone to be there for her in rough times when her 'real friends' just can't help. This makes it difficult for us Booglys. We want to help Andie fit in and make other pals, but we never want to lose her! But since we're such great buddies, we help her make friends at school anyway, and that's how Andie dreamt us up. She dreamt of me on her darkest day to bring her sunlight, and I will stick around forever to keep her life sunny and happy.

barnaby, xoxo.

*Andie Hunt is now 14 years old (HAPPY BIRTHDAY!) and she still hangs out with her imaginary pals, me and Bellie Boogly, every single day. This is a completely true story. Trust me. Or you can ask Andie. She will never let go of her imaginary friends.

andie, xoxo.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

The Ever-Glam Grammys

It's an event looked forward to for months, as celebrities plan flawless outfits, performances and acceptance speeches and gear up for the night of the year. The 'normal' people count down the days until the big night and prepare their voices to scream, shout and sing along excitedly from their own living rooms. This event is the Grammys, a celebration of the biggest successes in music. It will have you on the edge of your seat, or maybe rolling on the floor in my case, crossing your fingers anxiously for your favourite artists to be recognized. And as presenter Stephen Colbert stated, it is the greatest honor in music besides getting your song remade on 'Glee'.

For me, the anticipation and betting on who will get certain awards is nail-biting, but the best part has got to be the incredible performances. For such a big event, they pull out all the stops. Everything is super over-the-top: lighting, sets, costumes. This year, one of my favourite performances was by P!nk. Singing completely live, she hung from a ribbon doing acrobatics and spinning around, no cables attached! It was dangerous, but it was so artistic and everyone's eyes were glued on her the entire time. Of course, the fabulous Lady Gaga never fails to impress either. Not with visual appeal, but with pure talent... Oh, and her extreme costumes do help too. And her voice paired with Elton John's as they sang 'Speechless' had everyone, well, speechless. I was shocked that Lady Gaga only won two Grammys. I mean really, Taylor Swift is cute and talented and lovable, but she didn't have FIVE NUMBER ONE HITS like Gaga did, and therefore I think Gaga got shafted in the Album of the Year award. She deserved it for sure.

This has been the most spectacular Grammy ceremony in a very long time. I am willing to bet that a lot of other people are already preparing for the next ceremony, and counting down the days, and I am definitely one of those people.

andie, xoxo.

Friday, January 22, 2010

It's a Bird, It's a Plane!

It's a bird! It's a plane! It's an egg-salad sandwich! NO! It's... Andie..?
If I was a superhero, I might not want to be the flashy kind that's always in the public eye. I think Spiderman and Batman made a wise decision, keeping their true identities hidden. If your enemies knew who you really were - and they were smart - they would obviously use it against you. Maybe they would burn up your house or take your loved ones away, and I would never risk that. I wouldn't let people see me all the time, either, because then some crazy person who is crazy enough to intensely dislike superheroes might try to kill me or something. I would work in the shadows, helping people secretly. And if I was working this way, I would need a super power that was discreet, like mind-reading. I think it's the perfect ability. I would want it even as a normal kid, because I could know at any time what all the answers were in social situations, and in superhero duties, what my nemesis's next move would be .

If I did want to be a stereotypical, flashy superhero, I think I would be Bubble Girl or something like that. I could have a lot of fun with bubbles. Maybe I could use them as force fields to keep some people in bubbles safely, whether they be innocent victims or my dangerous enemies. The enemies would be kept in a different kind of bubble though. A Trouble Bubble! I could also have a soapy spray to squirt into people's eyes and blind them temporarily. I would probably call it a Bubble Blast. I could even fly while I was in my own personal bubble! That would be cool, flying above the city in a bubble, keeping an eye out for trouble. Bubbles would make a pretty fantastic costume too. I would make sure that it was as iridescent as they were, and maybe it could allow me to turn invisible!

But when I'm back to my secret identity 'normal' self, would I be able to keep my secret? Hannah Montana makes it look easy, but I sort of have a big mouth. I might just want to leave the super work to someone else, and work on being a good citizen. Because when the bubble bursts, I'm still just me, a normal kid who needs to make an impact in my first life.

andie, xoxo.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Who Would You Like To Be For a Day?

Imagine being eight years old and having one of the biggest, best wardrobes in the country, meeting every huge celebrity and having people wait on you hand and foot. President Barack Obama’s daughters Sasha and Malia lead the lives of princesses. I’m pretty sure they are the luckiest little girls in North America; let me count the ways.

Not everyone gets to fly on Air Force One of course - that would be an incredible experience – but mostly, I’m jealous that these two girls get PRIVATE CONCERTS. Just this Christmas, they got a private show from the one and only Justin Bieber, and my heart was pounding out of my chest as I watched it on YouTube. How did they get so lucky as to be born as the daughters of Barack and Michelle Obama? It was only chance. I could’ve been born as either Sasha or Malia instead. What made these fetuses so special?

I wish so, so much that I could take their place. The only downsides to their entire lives that I could think of would be an invasion of privacy and the question of safety. Who would want the Secret Service surrounding you on your first date? And as for safety…well there would always be the risk of someone kidnapping or harming the girls for political reasons. There would always be danger, everywhere you went.

Besides those concerns, theirs is a charmed life. Who wouldn't want to be them?


andie, xoxo.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

"Did You Know?" Now I do.

Is it possible to die by information overload? This video can blow your mind and open your eyes, and it reminded me of the size of the universe. It reminded me that in the space of the universe, the Earth that we believe to be so large is really just a speck of dust, and humans much smaller than that. I feel more insignificant than I've ever felt after watching this video.

The most interesting part to me was about the supercomputer. I find it unlikely that a computer will 'out-compute' the human brain by 2013. Also to be taken into consideration, is that it is believed that humans use an average of only 10% of their brain daily. I wonder if this has been addressed in the supercomputer statistics. On the same note, the computer will only "exceed the computational capabilities of the human brain", meaning that it can think in a whole other way and still cannot think for itself or make decisions. Computers will not be able to take over the earth.

Although these facts are rather astounding to some, like me, they are believable. Our knowledge as a species and as a population has grown rapidly and increasingly and will continue to do so.
Some people say that this video was so intense that it was scary to think about all at once. But if they don't get this through our heads, it's all going to blow up in our faces one day. I think those people should get ready, because this is what's happening right now.

andie, xoxo.