If you're illegally packing heat, at least turn the safety switch on.
(At least you're not a Steeler anymore.)
Thursday, December 4, 2008
I swear, if Lauren Conrad said breathing isn't cool....
Half of the girls I can think of would be dead.
My question is, can you not think for yourself? Sure, I'm not the most glamorous person in the world. In fact, most of the time I look like a college student who woke up too late for their first class, decided to sleep through their second class, and arrived at their last class of the day a half hour late. Yes, you've guessed correctly - jeans, a hoodie, and hair that's just sort of thrown up into a pony tail. I do not go to extreme lengths to make myself look oh-so-freaking-irresistable. But hey, at least someone can spot me in a crowd, right? (Mostly from my hoodie, I'm the only one around here with one like it, but that's another story.)
I'm not saying it's a crime to wear your huge sunglasses and your Uggs (which I think stand for fUGGly) and your jeans tucked down into said boots. I'm just saying it's a crime for me to not be able to spot you. "Oh, she's the girl in the Uggs." Yeah, that makes it easy to spot you. "Well she was wearing those really big Nicole Richie sunglasses, too." Thanks for narrowing it down.
I've honestly never felt much of a compulsion to look exactly like someone else. That's not to say I'm completely comfortable in my own skin - I'm not - but at least I can truthfully say that I don't try to look like I could be an extra on "The Hills" while I live in WEST VIRGINIA.
Here's a piece of advice, ahnkay?
1) Let your hair go natural. Blonde ain't for everyone, dear. Not to mention that your roots and your eyebrows are completely tattling on you.
2) Put the Uggs away. For one, they're not THAT in style anymore, and two, if it's July - well, that's just stupid. Oh, and you can't sit there and say you love all the little animals when you're using THEIR fur to line YOUR feet.
3) Chuck Yeager called - he wants his glasses back.
4) Jeans tucked down into your shoes are slowly becoming the equivalent of having toilet paper stuck to your shoe.
5) Lay off the tanning. This gets me the most, actually - do you not actually know that while you may look good and healthy today, your skin will look like some exotic animal's hide in about ten years? Or do you just not give a shit? My guess is the latter.
I'm done!
My question is, can you not think for yourself? Sure, I'm not the most glamorous person in the world. In fact, most of the time I look like a college student who woke up too late for their first class, decided to sleep through their second class, and arrived at their last class of the day a half hour late. Yes, you've guessed correctly - jeans, a hoodie, and hair that's just sort of thrown up into a pony tail. I do not go to extreme lengths to make myself look oh-so-freaking-irresistable. But hey, at least someone can spot me in a crowd, right? (Mostly from my hoodie, I'm the only one around here with one like it, but that's another story.)
I'm not saying it's a crime to wear your huge sunglasses and your Uggs (which I think stand for fUGGly) and your jeans tucked down into said boots. I'm just saying it's a crime for me to not be able to spot you. "Oh, she's the girl in the Uggs." Yeah, that makes it easy to spot you. "Well she was wearing those really big Nicole Richie sunglasses, too." Thanks for narrowing it down.
I've honestly never felt much of a compulsion to look exactly like someone else. That's not to say I'm completely comfortable in my own skin - I'm not - but at least I can truthfully say that I don't try to look like I could be an extra on "The Hills" while I live in WEST VIRGINIA.
Here's a piece of advice, ahnkay?
1) Let your hair go natural. Blonde ain't for everyone, dear. Not to mention that your roots and your eyebrows are completely tattling on you.
2) Put the Uggs away. For one, they're not THAT in style anymore, and two, if it's July - well, that's just stupid. Oh, and you can't sit there and say you love all the little animals when you're using THEIR fur to line YOUR feet.
3) Chuck Yeager called - he wants his glasses back.
4) Jeans tucked down into your shoes are slowly becoming the equivalent of having toilet paper stuck to your shoe.
5) Lay off the tanning. This gets me the most, actually - do you not actually know that while you may look good and healthy today, your skin will look like some exotic animal's hide in about ten years? Or do you just not give a shit? My guess is the latter.
I'm done!
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
The Fatal Flaw In School PE Programs
Running.
Don't get me wrong, I love running. When I'm feeling stressed, frustrated, agitated, or downright pissed off, I can pound those feelings out on the concrete and asphalt of Philippi. I do it just to do it - and it helps make you fitter too, which is a big plus.
However, have you ever noticed something? Most runners either run for speed, a la sprinters, or they run for endurance, a la marathon runners. It's either endurance or speed, and while they play a factor with each other, you really can't combine the two rationally.
Thus comes the fatal flaw of the school PE program. They train us to think that if we can't run a mile in just a few minutes, that we're no good as runners period.
But what if we aim for endurance, not for speed? Then what? OK, so it may take me seven minutes to do a mile, whereas it takes the star athlete only three or four, but he's in it for speed. I don't care how fast I'm going, I just want to remain at a running pace for so long. Most runners don't actually RUN either, minus the sprinters. They more or less jog.
It wasn't until I was in high school that I had a PE teacher who said, "It's OK to just jog, to just pace yourself, you don't have to be the fastest, just make sure you don't stop running."
In middle school I had a PE teacher who told us to just push through any pain, which leads me to wonder if this woman even knew what she was talking about when it came to running. If you're in pain, you're supposed to STOP! Isn't that your body, yelling at you, telling you to stop, that you're hurting it? Why would you tell a kid to just run through pain, which could result in a really messy injury - not to mention if it happened during PE class, the school could be held responsible?
That's why I never gave running a thought until I was in high school. I thought that I had to run as fast and as hard as I could, or it wasn't running at all. When I learned that true runners pace themselves, that made it so much easier for me to get out there and run. Actually, if you want the truth, I thought it was kind of funny to see all these kids showing off how fast they could run their mile, as beginner runners, only to end up running out of steam halfway through because they never paced themselves and I (along with my little group of friends who also realized that pacing was good) just kept on going. Maybe that's mean but it's true - by far not their fault though. They probably had douchebag middle school PE teachers too.
Don't get me wrong, I love running. When I'm feeling stressed, frustrated, agitated, or downright pissed off, I can pound those feelings out on the concrete and asphalt of Philippi. I do it just to do it - and it helps make you fitter too, which is a big plus.
However, have you ever noticed something? Most runners either run for speed, a la sprinters, or they run for endurance, a la marathon runners. It's either endurance or speed, and while they play a factor with each other, you really can't combine the two rationally.
Thus comes the fatal flaw of the school PE program. They train us to think that if we can't run a mile in just a few minutes, that we're no good as runners period.
But what if we aim for endurance, not for speed? Then what? OK, so it may take me seven minutes to do a mile, whereas it takes the star athlete only three or four, but he's in it for speed. I don't care how fast I'm going, I just want to remain at a running pace for so long. Most runners don't actually RUN either, minus the sprinters. They more or less jog.
It wasn't until I was in high school that I had a PE teacher who said, "It's OK to just jog, to just pace yourself, you don't have to be the fastest, just make sure you don't stop running."
In middle school I had a PE teacher who told us to just push through any pain, which leads me to wonder if this woman even knew what she was talking about when it came to running. If you're in pain, you're supposed to STOP! Isn't that your body, yelling at you, telling you to stop, that you're hurting it? Why would you tell a kid to just run through pain, which could result in a really messy injury - not to mention if it happened during PE class, the school could be held responsible?
That's why I never gave running a thought until I was in high school. I thought that I had to run as fast and as hard as I could, or it wasn't running at all. When I learned that true runners pace themselves, that made it so much easier for me to get out there and run. Actually, if you want the truth, I thought it was kind of funny to see all these kids showing off how fast they could run their mile, as beginner runners, only to end up running out of steam halfway through because they never paced themselves and I (along with my little group of friends who also realized that pacing was good) just kept on going. Maybe that's mean but it's true - by far not their fault though. They probably had douchebag middle school PE teachers too.
Monday, June 2, 2008
Moved blog to new account.
I will no longer be posting under the signature "Teething On Concrete," although that will remain the name of the blog. I moved my Teething On Concrete blog to the same account that I have Breaking Sara Wentz on, so from now on, all my posts will be signed as my real name - Sara.
But don't expect it to get any nicer. Remember, brutal honesty is what I'll dish out, and the only requirement to read this blog is the ability to stomach it.
But don't expect it to get any nicer. Remember, brutal honesty is what I'll dish out, and the only requirement to read this blog is the ability to stomach it.
Wednesday, February 7, 2007
Hey Janice Dickenson - Go Drown
So recently I read an article online where Janice Dickinson said she wished her models would "catch a case of anorexia."
To this, I say, "What the fuck?"
In her own words, Janice said, “I’m dying to find kids who are too thin. I’ve got 42 models in my agency and I’m trying to get them to lose weight. In fact, I wish they’d come down with some anorexia. I’m not kidding. I’m running into a bunch of fat-assed, lazy little bitches who don’t know how to do the stairs or get their butts into the gym.”
"I’ve been saying this ever since Brooke Shields squeezed her 15-year-old little ass into a pair of Calvin Klein jeans: Models are supposed to be thin. They’re not supposed to eat. In fact, I’m not going to eat for the rest of the day because we had this conversation."
Janice, get a fucking life. Food is necessary for human life, in case you didn't know. Eating disorders kill - in case the recent deaths of Ana Carolina Reston and Luisel Ramos didn't, you know, beat that into your arrogant head enough.
Be careful what you say, Ms. Dickinson. Some little girl is going to take your advice. Thanks, bitch.
To this, I say, "What the fuck?"
In her own words, Janice said, “I’m dying to find kids who are too thin. I’ve got 42 models in my agency and I’m trying to get them to lose weight. In fact, I wish they’d come down with some anorexia. I’m not kidding. I’m running into a bunch of fat-assed, lazy little bitches who don’t know how to do the stairs or get their butts into the gym.”
"I’ve been saying this ever since Brooke Shields squeezed her 15-year-old little ass into a pair of Calvin Klein jeans: Models are supposed to be thin. They’re not supposed to eat. In fact, I’m not going to eat for the rest of the day because we had this conversation."
Janice, get a fucking life. Food is necessary for human life, in case you didn't know. Eating disorders kill - in case the recent deaths of Ana Carolina Reston and Luisel Ramos didn't, you know, beat that into your arrogant head enough.
Be careful what you say, Ms. Dickinson. Some little girl is going to take your advice. Thanks, bitch.
Thursday, January 4, 2007
It's a brutal world out there. Get used to it.
Ever noticed all the "boomerang" kids these days? In fact, the 20 somethings of today are known as the "boomerang generation," and that's not a compliment.
Here's their plan:
1) Graduate high school. Go party that night.
3) About three months later, ship off to college. Woohoo! Kegs and chicks/dudes galore!
4) Spend four/five years partying, clubbing, dating, hooking up, and studying just a little in between. Barely pass exams, blah blah blah, blah blah blah.
5) Graduate college. "Yeahhh, now I can get a REAL job."
6) Real job somehow does not work out.
7) Go back home to Mom and Dad. Sit on their couch all day, eat their food, watch their TV, spend their money. Basically, ruin their lives.
Being a high school student, I see the very beginnings of this behavior in high school. Parents nurturing their kids a little too much, giving in a little too much, not making kids work for what they deserve, etc. How sad.
I've got a message for all you people who boomerang back home or have the potential to do so in the future.
GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER.
Once you're out, stay out. Yes, come home for a visit. DO NOT STAY. Build your own life. Guys, no one wants to be with a dude who's with his parents - WHEN HE'S 30. Girls, it's NOT cute to live with your mommy and daddy when you're 30.
It's a brutal world out there. It's competitive and hard to succeed - but damn, you've got to learn somehow, sometime. Better sooner than later. So what if you go face-first in the mud every once in a while? It's better than going back home to mommy and daddy. It's brutal. Get used to it.
Here's their plan:
1) Graduate high school. Go party that night.
3) About three months later, ship off to college. Woohoo! Kegs and chicks/dudes galore!
4) Spend four/five years partying, clubbing, dating, hooking up, and studying just a little in between. Barely pass exams, blah blah blah, blah blah blah.
5) Graduate college. "Yeahhh, now I can get a REAL job."
6) Real job somehow does not work out.
7) Go back home to Mom and Dad. Sit on their couch all day, eat their food, watch their TV, spend their money. Basically, ruin their lives.
Being a high school student, I see the very beginnings of this behavior in high school. Parents nurturing their kids a little too much, giving in a little too much, not making kids work for what they deserve, etc. How sad.
I've got a message for all you people who boomerang back home or have the potential to do so in the future.
GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER.
Once you're out, stay out. Yes, come home for a visit. DO NOT STAY. Build your own life. Guys, no one wants to be with a dude who's with his parents - WHEN HE'S 30. Girls, it's NOT cute to live with your mommy and daddy when you're 30.
It's a brutal world out there. It's competitive and hard to succeed - but damn, you've got to learn somehow, sometime. Better sooner than later. So what if you go face-first in the mud every once in a while? It's better than going back home to mommy and daddy. It's brutal. Get used to it.
Wednesday, January 3, 2007
Welcome To Teething On Concrete
Well this is my first post on this blog - however, I am not new to blogging, so I'm not lost when it comes to this.
I guess I could explain what to expect when you come here. Brutal honesty is for sure - which, when you get right down to it, is not how I am in real life at all. That's why I love blogging so much. I can say what I want. Consider this an active example of our first amendment right at it's finest.
Everything from serious issues to stupid things celebrities do will be poked, prodded, picked apart, and basically milked for all it is worth here.
If you don't like it, leave. I'm not forcing you to read this.
I guess I could explain what to expect when you come here. Brutal honesty is for sure - which, when you get right down to it, is not how I am in real life at all. That's why I love blogging so much. I can say what I want. Consider this an active example of our first amendment right at it's finest.
Everything from serious issues to stupid things celebrities do will be poked, prodded, picked apart, and basically milked for all it is worth here.
If you don't like it, leave. I'm not forcing you to read this.
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