This is a Post about Breaking Traditions

Goodness gracious., I have no traditions to break.

Like I said last week, there isn’t much going on over here in the This is a Blog residence. Nope, not much at all. However, I feel like I owe my readers (that is, if there are any left at this point…anyone?) an actual blog entry for once. So I’ll be talking about something that’s not really a tradition, but something a do every week.

I go to Korean School.

Just the thought of it makes me shudder.

Every Saturday I wake up at 8 in the morning and reluctantly roll out of my warm, comfortable bed just to go to three and a half hours of pure torture.

“But oh!” you swoon, hand placed dramatically on your head as you reel back in surprise with eyelashes fluttering, “Torture is too harsh of a word! Surely it cannot be that bad!”

Well, to you I say it is that bad. Also, don’t swoon too much.

I hear it’s bad for the lungs.

That's right, every last one of ya.

The whole class just kinda…sits there and listen while the teacher goes on in Korean about sentence structure and how you conjugate this and this, but nooo you aren’t supposed to conjugate it like that. Don’t forget that THIS syllable sounds like THIS in THIS circumstance, but THIS like THIS in THIS circumstance.

Oh, and I probably don’t understand about 60% of it, so I just kinda sit there and nod like I know what the heck is going on whenever I don’t know what she’s saying.

As you can assume, I happen to do a lot of nodding in that class.

I also do a lot of this, too.

Let’s not forget that I am seldom allowed to skip class due to the fact that attending Korean school, quote my mother, “costs money”. That’s not really the reason that I’m thinking, though.

You see, dear older sister of mine also attended Korean school with me, but she got held back one too many grade levels and wasn’t able to fully graduate. This meant dear mother was left with a sense of emptiness, but then remembered that she still had me.

The second child.

The backup.

At that moment, I was doomed to be shackled to those dreaded classes.


So the “tradition” I want to break is going to that forsaken place every week. I want to leave that classroom and never turn back.



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This is a Post about Traditions

Hey guys.

It’s Sunday and I forgot to do my blog entry up until now. But it’s okay because I’m still getting it done.

So yeah…traditions. I don’t really have any. At all.

Oh oh! I know one! Every Thanksgiving, my family and I eat a turkey with mashed potatoes and gravy and corn. Oh yeah, and for Christmas we all get presents. It’s been going on for like my whole life.

It's funny because a large majority of people do the exact same thing and not just my family.

…seriously though I have absolutely nothing to talk about. At all. Like, I’m just typing random stuff right now to fill in this blog entry more because that’s how boring I am.

If I had an actual tradition that I actually did that I haven’t already talked about, I would be all over that shiz. You know I would. I would have all these colorful pictures and this huuuuge paragraph explaining it and how my family practices it, but I don’t have one.

So I’m going to end this blog entry.

Right here.

I’m sorry everyone, but it has to be done.


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This is a Post about Romeo and Juliet

I don’t like Romeo and Juliet.

The only way I will ever like it is if I read it as a satire, but when I do that I know I’m only fooling myself. It’s just…sad.

So very, very sad.

That doesn’t mean I dislike some of the characters, though. No no, I do like most of the characters. For example, Mercutio, Benvolio, Nurse, Friar Lawrence…

Basically everyone but Romeo and Juliet. I just…can’t bring myself to like them. At all. Romeo is a whiny little emo kid who likes to recite his deep and soulful poetry every time he opens his mouth. Either that or he’s talking about sex and things he can do to GET sex.

Juliet is just as bad. She’s willing to make out with a guy she just met and she’s willing to overlook the fact that Romeo KILLED HER COUSIN just because they’re in “love” or whatever. Plus, she chose Romeo over Paris. That’s nothing too important, I just like Paris a lot more.

Poor guy. -sniffs-

Just to be clear, not this Paris.

Seriously, poor little Paris. All he wants to do is get to know Juliet better. From what I can tell (context clues and all that), it doesn’t sound like he wants to marry her just to get into her pants…skirt…dress thing that she has on who knows. Oh yeah, and then he dies at the end. What the heck. Guy can’t catch a break, I swear. But he’s not the only one I like.

I mean, Mercutio and Benvolio? Total bros. Seriously. They sneak Romeo into parties and try to hook him up with other girls to dig him out of that slump that he’s in. Bro levels are through the roof.

And Friar Lawrence? Sure he helped them out with their stupid little plan, but he was pretty awesome while doing it. He’s all, “Stop crying and suck it up Romeo”. In other words, he said to Romeo what I’ve been wanting to say to him the ENTIRE PLAY.

Although I’m quite sure I would’ve worded it a lot less…eloquently…


Yeah. That sounds about right.


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This is a Post about Movies


I don’t have to write about love for this week! Joy!

Screw Romeo and Juliet!

But now we have to write about our favorite movies.


So I don’t really watch movies. I rarely go to the theater nowadays because it seems like everything is just a rehashed version of another movie (I’m lookin’ at you, generic action films), so everything I know about films comes from my childhood. Therefore, I will be talking about a movie I enjoyed when I was younger and still freaking love right now.


Get excited guys.

First off, I just want to say this.

I love Miyazaki and Studio Ghibli.

They’re just…awesome. Seriously. It amazes me how creative these people can be. Plus, they tend to favor traditional media which is cool too. Not saying that I dislike 3D films (Tangled was a great movie), but everything seems to be digitally rendered with 3D models now and I like how we can get some good ol’ animation every now and then from Ghibli. And it’s all okay, because…




It feels like my eyes are being treated to something amazing and I just can’t process it. -sobs-

Anyways, Imma talk about the actual movie now.

Get ready.



Sucks man, I’m going for it.

ANYWAYS, I won’t say much about the plot because I don’t won’t to spoil anything…and if you haven’t seen this movie, I feel bad for you.

Basically, this girl named Chihiro is moving to a new place. So she and her parents pile up in the car to go there, but end up stopping at a deserted town for a quick rest. Her parents see some food there, and decide to eat it, reasoning that they’ll pay the tab later when the owner gets back because they want some food and they want it NOW GOSH DANGIT.


Dun dun dunnnn (cue ominous wind)

As it turns out, that abandoned place is really a spirit town of some sort and Chihiro’s parents are turned into pigs as punishment for eating all their food and whatnot and then Chihiro has to work there in order to save them etc.


The characters are all likable in some way (unlikeRomeoandJuliet), it tells an amazing story without making you want to barf from cheesiness every other scene (unlikeRomeoandJuliet) and basically just does everything right (unlikeRomeoandJuliet).

I just…-sigh-

It’s good.


BY THE WAY, good job everyone who worked on the black history month assembly. The music was kick-butt and overall it was cool.

It was awesome.

I enjoyed it.



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This is a Post about Love at First Sight

Sorry about the late blog entry, but I was sick over the weekend, so I spent most of my time rolling around in bed unable to breath because of my stuffy nose.

First world problem’s indeed.

So I’m gonna make this real quick cause I already typed another entry before this (coughrightbelowthisonecough) and I haven’t finished all my work okay yes.

Anyways, Romeo falls in love with Juliet and he thinks he’s in love.

No, not love. He wants to be with her, but not in the that way.

"That means he wants sex."

I don’t believe in love at first sight whatsoever. What do you even know about a person just by looking at them? What they look like. Maybe, if they’re petting a dog or something you know that they like dogs. That’s it man.


But then there are people who are like, “Well, so and so are married now and they were in love at first sight.” So and so are just lucky that their hormones matched up to what would eventually build up into love, they weren’t actually in love the moment they saw each other.

I’m going to go ahead and make this my shortest blog entry ever because I don’t have time for these shenanigans. Sorry kids, tune in next time.

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This is a Post about War of the Worlds

Straight from the internet and out of the blue, it’s time for the monthly drama review!

…like what I did there? That little rhyme? Ha ha ha…okay I’ll stop.

Anyways, as many of you know, there was a play on Friday. You all know what happens when there’s a play. I come on here and type up a little extra tidbit to put alongside my actual blog prompt.

Yes? Good? Okay.

Moving on, the performance this time around was pretty different from what is usually performed. Instead of some big play filled with glowing sets and fake blood spurting out everywhere, it was relatively simple. Actors, a couple of chairs, a table, and a huge freaking screen to project images on.

Okay, so maybe that last one wasn't so subtle.

What was that thing anyways? It was pretty interesting. Turn on the lights in the back and you see the stage, turn off the lights and turn on the projector and you have something like a giant tv screen. I didn’t even know we had that. Just came outta nowhere, like boom. Here’s a giant screen that takes up the entire stage. Didn’t see it before? It was there, trusssssst me.

I rambled again. Sorry, bad habit.

So basically we got to watch War of the Worlds and it was pretty darn cool.

The original supposedly was so convincing it made people want to go out and kill some aliens and whatnot. Of course, no one was running out of the theater to grab their shotguns so it wasn’t quite the same, but not in a bad way.

Alright, so assuming that you didn’t hear the little intro where the entire play is explained to be…well, a play, it can be taken two totally different ways.

Close your eyes and suddenly you’ve the got the end of the world. Heat-rays, poison gas, you know. Everything you need to start the apocalypse, no big deal.

Open your eyes and you get a performance. A group of people at a radio station playing out the whole thing. Sure, it might sound a little unexciting, but it was really quite charming. Some people went back to get the occasional drink, some sat in quiet anticipation for their next lines, it was really…

What’s the word I’m looking for…

Lively? I dunno, the whole thing just seemed very down to earth somehow. Very tangible.

Okay, so that probably made no sense to the average human but still! My point still stands, very weakly, but it still stands nonetheless!

I have so much more I want to say but I swear that stack of homework is glaring at me…


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This is a Post about Love

So here I am, posting my entry somewhat early so I don’t forget to do one again.

If you’re wondering why I’m not freaking out about forgetting, it’s because I already did that in my last week’s post late entry.

Moving on, I have to talk about love. First off, what is love?

must…resist…obvious reference…to song…



I know I’m lame shut up.

Okay, so actually I have no idea what love actually is. I just…I just wanted to sing the song.

Obviously that means I don’t really know anything about romance. Or love. Or mushy gushy hand holding. Or making out in the middle of a narrow, crowded hallway therefore making all the students squeeze through tiny gaps that appear whenever you pause to take a breath from eating each other’s faces out.

That last one is a pet peeve of mine. If you’re going to be affectionate in the hallway, do it to the side gosh dangit. I don’t mind that you have a girl/boyfriend that you want to spend time with, just don’t waste mine in order to get yours.

I don’t have time to stand there and watch people wrestling tongues with each other when I have a Spanish test to get to.

Okay, cute. Now kindly get the heck out of my way.

Am I ranting again?

I’m ranting again.

So yeah. Love.

It’s something that happens. And when it happens, it usually ends up in babies.

Lots of babies.


Yyyyyeah. This is kind of awkward. I’m not one to get all sentimental about love. I wish I was so I could actually write  a post that makes sense and is all heart-warming and whatnot, but that’s not happening anytime soon. So instead, I’ll be cynical and sarcastic about stupid shallow love. Hurray!

So people, I just want to say this.

Please stop saying you’re, “OMG SOOOO IN LOVE WITH DIS GAI ❤ ❤ <3” when you’ve only known him for a day and then breaking up the very next day. C’mon guys, let’s be logical here. Feeling butterflies in your stomach when you see him? That’s not “TRUE LUUUUUV <3”, that’s a nervous reaction from your ancestors, it’s nothing more than primitive instinct. Like when you’re going to perform in front of a large crowd, you get butterflies. Does that mean you’re in love with every single person in the audience?


Or maybe you are. I'm not one to judge.

Also, people tend to mistake hormonal urges for love. You may believe that a person is destined to be your soulmate, but give it some time. After a while, those hormone shots your body is taken may slow over time and you’ll realize, “Meh. Not as attractive as before.” Completely different from wanting to spend the rest of your life with said person, right?

So think people. Stop thinking with your hormonal glands and start using logic.

It works.

Most of the time.


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