Instagrams reels

The place where people go when they finally delete TikTok to try to make an effort to bring their screen time down. However, in semi-recent times, Instagram reels have become a place of true terror and horror. Now, I personally believe that TikTok is much more addicting than Instagram reels because their algorithm is better; however, I am not too sure if Instagram is better, honestly. While TikTok might make you spend 5 hours looking at stuff that you won’t remember or care about the moment you turn it off, Instagram reels will show you things that you will remember, but you don’t wish you did. Instagram has a pretty horrible filter that stops people from seeing horrible things on there. On Instagram reels, there is an absurd amount of people dying or getting attacked, mainly shown in car crash videos along with other videos that should not be shown, such as racist ideas/jokes. The reason why these videos don’t get taken down is that you are only seeing the car get crushed or the person fly out the window but not the person actually dying, and the racist jokes don’t get taken down because the algorithm can’t really tell what is racist and what isn’t so it relies on the judgment of the people watching the reels to report the things they see. However, because these videos have become so commonplace they often time they never get reported, but they get likes and shares because people have come to find these videos normal and funny. The main issue with all this is that these ideas and videos are becoming commonplace which reflects on the people. Even if they are jokes, they instill these views into people, which is obviously a horrible thing. Now, I’m not free of these videos, but it’s because I’ve seen so many that I know how big of an issue it is. If you go onto Instagram and read the comments of videos you will find some pretty horrible things.

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Fog blog

Blogging is hard. I am now going to write about the rain because right in front of me is a large window with water droplets on it.

At one moment, I looked out the window and all I saw was white. A wooly white fog settled in the valley, blocking out the hills. It looks cold and damp, but sitting in the journalism room, typing this blog, I am neither.

Now, the fog has disappeared. I’m not sure of the science behind it. Perhaps it was tired of hanging in the air, and it fell deeper into the valley to sit on leaves and grass. Maybe the sun came, and the fog dispersed, thinning but leaving us in a perpetual but indetectable fog.

Nonetheless, the hills are a vibrant green in the absence of the fog. Whenever it rains here in the valley, the skies turn white, and the hills take up the role of vibrancy. The dusty chaparral becomes an unreal green garden, and the clay-like earth blooms into a bright brick red.

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My Birthday

Yesterday was my birthday. While I always look forward to my birthday, I was not as excited this year. I thought it was just the same feeling I get during all of the holidays. As I grow up my excitement parishes little by little. I didn’t ask for anything this year. I wanted a surprise. So I woke up not expecting much but my day was amazing. I walked down the stairs to leave for school. Balloons, flowers, and presents sit on the counter waiting for me! The love I have for getting flowers is unmatched. I had a combination of all my favorite flowers in 4 separate vases. I opened up my gifts fast, and then I left for Starbucks. Music blares as I drive to Starbucks; it’s a fairly nice day, which makes me happy, too. When I get to school, a special someone waits for me. He walks over to my car and hands me a bouquet he put together himself with a note and a handmade card. The simplest gifts I realized make me the happiest. Then one of my friends walks up to me with another flower bouquet! I walk up the hill with messages flowing into my phone. Once I get to lunch, I am shocked to find my mom and her coworker walking up to my table with balloons and a whole box of donuts. To say I was shocked is an understatement. I go home and relax before my birthday dinner with my friends. My dinner was perfect and not awkward which I was worried about. The simplest birthday I have had, in the end, was the best birthday I have had. My birthday still isn’t completely over. I still have a few family birthday dinners to go to!

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a blog devoid of substance #1

When you turn 18, 90-96 percent of the time you will ever spend with your parents is over. 

When I read that, I was pretty shocked. Logically, it makes sense. Your parents care for you as a child, and then you leave home to lead your individual life. You make your own way and surround yourself with the people you choose. At times, visiting home seems to be an onerous chore. 

However, I’ve gotten closer to my family in the past few years. As a little kid, your parents are the people who tell you what you have to do and what you can’t do. The other day, my mother, at the dining table, said she saw me as a friend. 

What’s interesting is my sister looked at me, gloating. “A friend? Like, you’re not even a part of the family anymore!”

I’m not sure where I’m going with this, but I think this meets the word count requirement and this blog is already late. 

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Movie Marathon

Recently, one of my favorite pastimes has been watching movies with my friends. These friends, in particular, are not big fans of horror – much to my dismay because I love horror so much – but we still have partaken in a large selection of genres. We have watched animated movies like Moana, Frozen, Wallee, and Up, and also some action movies along with fantasy. We are currently finishing up The Chronicles of Narnia trilogy, and I just get so much nostalgia from watching these movies. I literally loved them so much when I was younger. Very recently, we watched Bridge to Terrabithia, and it was a very traumatic experience, to say the least. Spoiler alert, but the part where the girl died literally had me in such intense tears I was genuinely concerned for myself. I went to the bathroom after and looked in the mirror and my entire face was splotchy red and my eyes were so swollen hahaha. If you are an emotional person and are in the mood to watch something sad, this is definitely one of my top recommendations. As for the future, after we finish the third Narnia movie, we want to watch Lord of the Rings because I have never seen it before but my friends say it’s pretty good. We also want to rewatch the Hunger Games and maybe Harry Potter too. We have a very intense list that just keeps growing daily at this point, and we only seem to watch stuff on the weekends because we don’t have time during the week. I have faith in us though.

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Academic comeback

One of my New Year’s resolutions was to have an Academic comeback. Last semester, I procrastinated a lot, and I had moments when I was extremely stressed because I had so much work to do. For example, pretty much nightly, we get AP world history notes, but our teacher only checks them before the end of the unit, and I would always skim through them and not do my notes till right before. Because of how many i hadn’t done I would be doing the till past midnight along with my other homework. I have been doing them the night they are assigned now, and it’s been so much less stressful. My brother is a junior, and he’s getting ready to look at colleges, and the idea of college is so stressful. What classes I’m taking next year is stressful I have no idea what I want to major in and collages look at junior year so I need to pick the right classes and do well in them. I had ok grades last semester, but I feel like I could push myself to get better grades this year.

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It’s becoming real.

Basketball is coming to an end and the last sports season is approaching.

but what’s really becoming real is how I feel about people in my life. how I really feel about them, and especially how they feel about me.

Even though no one else has seen it I feel like I have changed a lot. Middle school to high school was a huge switch, and from then I kind of (pardon my French) screwed myself over.

I tried to be better in high school, and have a better experience than middle school, and freshman to sophomore year was pretty good. Junior year sucked. Now Senior year is a little bit of both.

I guess I was trying to paint a certain picture of myself and then in the end I got trapped in that same picture.

I don’t feel as energetic or enthusiastic as I was during my freshman year. I feel a lot more calm and quiet, I like the silence more. Just because I’m not screaming at the top of my lungs doesn’t mean I’m not having fun. just because I’m silent doesn’t mean I’m angry.

I love people who let me be silent KME(D). My favorite people without a doubt. they understood as soon as I did and they accepted it. Other people still don’t understand and make faces as soon as I go quiet. I just feel uncomfortable. What am I supposed to do? I can’t when it’s everyone vs 1. At least that’s what it feels like.

Music. That’s the only thing that helps in those situations. I wish I knew what to do or what to say. Personally, I wouldn’t treat my friends like that.

I wish people were more real. Instead of faking I wish they acted how they talked. The switch-up is insane. The contradiction is insane. Honestly, everything is insane.

Anyway, I guess this really is just how I see it. Maybe it is a totally different experience from the other side.

I just can’t wait to leave. I’m ready, but I’ll miss my friends. It’s all becoming too real.

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memory

I don’t understand memory. Why don’t we get to choose what we remember and what we forget. I just think it’s weird that I remember every word to every song I listened to as a kid but not the formulas for my chem exam. I don’t remember a lot from living in Seattle except a few flashbacks. I remember when someone broke into the house I was born in, I could see the broken door and my mom’s face when she saw it. I remember crying when we moved out. I remember breaking my leg on the stairs. I had a bright pink full-leg cast, and all of my preschool friends drew on it. I remember when I got my brand-new rainbow bed. I remember having a dream in the same bed where I could fly. I remember when I was still close to my sister, and she taught me how to eat spaghetti. And I remember moving to Bend. That’s what I think about most. Everything changed when we moved. I think for me it changed for the better, but we moved away from my grandparents, who we now see once a year. It’s crazy to me how time goes by, and we forget things that were once so important.

I’m So Tired

It’s literally only been like a week since we started school after the Holiday Break, and I am already so exhausted. A grand combination of horrible classes, ungodly homework, extracurriculars that take up too much time, and aggressive and long-lasting sports games have contributed to me feeling like I have zero time again and literally am hanging on by a thread. All I want to do is just sleep and lie down in my bed. But, the issue is that if I relax and do that, a massive part of my brain is telling me that I am not being productive enough and could be doing other things with my time that would be better for me. I am trying so hard to not be behind on work, and I did a decent job of that, but is the effort that it took to get there even worth it? I guess we will only know as soon as I get accepted into my dream college or something.

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Gypsy Rose

Lately, me and my friend have been really into watching “The Act” which is about Gypsy Rose. Some people may call her a murderer because she helped in the killing of her mother, but she is just a daughter who got put through mental and physical abuse. She trusted her mother, who was her best friend, but her mother had been lying to her her whole life, making her go through constant unnecessary surgeries and pills, and she was put into a wheelchair even though she and her mother knew that she could walk. Her mother lied about her age to attempt to keep Gypsy childlike. Her mother used her to make money, but money is no excuse for torturing your daughter. Gypsy wanted to live a normal life like any other girl and her mother not only ruined her childhood but gave her trauma that she still carries with her today.

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