School

School started. And I might have forgotten about this blog...
Oh well.
School is boring. I do not like school. And then we have to go home and do more school???? What???
Plus my grades stink because I guess my best effort is not good enough.
So honestly, school makes me feel pretty crappy.
And I don't know what I'm going to do when I get to college. I want to be an author and I'm hoping my unnamed series is going to be successful enough for me to not have an office job. My parents are going to make me go to the local university and get a computer science degree and I do not want to do that at all.
The only thing I can imagine myself doing is being an author.
So basically I'm screwed.

YouTube scandal (I wrote this 3 months ago or so but never published, oops)

Hello, world. I know, I'm about 2 months late on this one.
In case you didn't know, there was a huge thing where a few YouTubers were accused of being sexually manipulative. And a few of them admitted to doing that, the biggest one probably being Alex Day.
Now, I've mentioned Alex Day on here once before. I said I unsubscribed because he didn't like Doctor Who after one episode went bad.
Good job, 13-year-old me. *eye roll*
But there was also Tom Milsom and Edplant or whatever his channel is.
First of all, they abused their power. Why does this always happen?! This is completely reminding me of the Roman Republic with Lucretia's rape. Maybe we're going to have a revolution now and form a democratic society that will be doomed to fail since people will still abuse their power.
Second of all, I liked Chameleon Circuit. Now, every song that has any of those three guys as the lead vocal make me want to bash my head repeatedly against a wall. Because anybody that does something like they did make me so upset--you guys have no idea.
And that's where the version from June or something ended.
Eddplant or what's-his-face released a video.
No, you don't do that. You don't come back to the people you abused.
Anyways, he wrote a song and sang it, saying he wanted to become a better man.
Like, seriously, do that. Become a better person. That's probably the best thing to do.
But don't release it on YouTube without an apology.
Don't freaking delete comments from the person you abused.
The other guys haven't come back, thank goodness. So I have nothing else to say. 

It's been a while.

Hasn't it?
Haha, it's not like anyone looks forward to my blogging.
So school starts in 17 days. Time to puke.
I haven't exactly done any summer homework yet... oops.
I had SAT classes and those sucked.
My main character Spencer is 100% messed up now. He's also not exactly straight anymore (not part of the "messed up" things with him)
I've been getting more fluent at my second language, and trying to start a third.
I've gotten closer to my online friends... which reminds me, go buy this book written by probably my best friend online: http://www.amazon.com/PALAPREN-J-Nettle-Part-Kaia-Berndt-ebook/dp/B00LE8LO5W
Doctor Who comes back in 13 days. I haven't really paid attention to Doctor Who in a while, though...
My overprotective, strict parents have been crazier than normal.
Apparently, my goal in life (to become a famous writer, move to either Liechtenstein or Switzerland, adopt 3 kids, and adopt a ton of cats) is not acceptable to my parents.
I've seen one of my friends... once this summer. And my other friends that I saw are moving away. Going back to school will be interesting. I hope my friends didn't change that much.
I wish my online friends would live near me... cry cry
Oh, I'm 15 now, by the way. My birthday happened. My mom forgot.
My cousin going into 5th grade has read Divergent, Hunger Games, and has a serious boyfriend. I guess this is where this generation is heading. Can I consider myself a 90s kid since I spent 6 whole months in the 90s?
Ok, this isn't much. But all I think about is my novel (which I'm not allowed to write, because it "takes time away from studying"). I want Spencer to exist. That would be the best thing ever. But like, not any of the things that happen to him. Spencer without being seriously messed up = best. person. ever.

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Life.

So today I finally remembered this blog because of the last post. So in case you care, here's what's happening.
1. Late start today.
2. My grades suck. I have a 78% in literature.
3. It's actually sunny in Seattle. I know, we're all shocked.
4.  I did Camp NaNo and somehow got 70,000 words. What. I'm writing it on WordPad so I never can see the word count.
5. But since that writing sucks like all my NaNos do, I'm going to continue on with my new and improved one that seems like decent writing and is not rushed. I'm hoping to finish it by my birthday so I can show it to my aunt who's a published author.
6. I've decided that my novel is too triggering and basically said on the first page that if you're under 13, don't read this. This is due to a lot of stuff which I won't say... but it's bad.
7. My house is collapsing.
So yeah.

Autism Speaks

With Autism Awareness Day coming up in less than a month, I've decided to tell everyone about Autism Speaks, since, as a person with an autism spectrum disorder, I feel qualified to talk about it.
Autism Speaks sounds ideal. It's trying to help fund autism treatment and research. Its motto is "It's time to listen."
Ha. Ha ha ha ha.
There has never been someone with autism on their board or anything.
You aren't speaking for a people if you don't have part of the people there with you, inputting their thoughts.
That's not how things work.
It's also not like we just can't say anything. That would be different. Animal rights people don't know what animals are thinking. If autism were like that, it would be different but it's not.
Most autistic people can understand language.
A lot of acutely autistic people, if given access to a computer, would be able to type.
Don't believe me? Carly Fleischmann.

Autism Speaks funds autism treatment, right? Only 4% of their donations go to family helping. 4%.
And one of the things they have partnered with is the Judge Rotenberg Center.
The Judge Rotenberg Center uses electric shock to discipline the people they are "helping".
Electric shock.
ELECTRIC SHOCK.
It does not take an expert to know that that it not okay, no matter what.
Yes, let's shock people that can barely control what they're doing! That makes perfect sense! (That was sarcasm, by the way)
Also, Autism Speaks has their logo as a puzzle piece. You have probably seen ribbons with rainbow puzzle pieces on them or something.
Are we broken people that need to be put together and "fixed"?
I am not broken. I am different from everyone else, but that does not make me broken.
We do not need to be "fixed". We do not want our autism to go away. It is a nuisance, but it is part of us and what makes us us.
Please, unless Autism Speaks changes these things, do not support them.

Krav Maga

So my school has no P.E. so I'm forced to take a sport. I mentioned on an earlier post that I was going to do track and field.
Well, that meets every single day for an hour at another school. That would not work out well with my music, and none of the other sports are any better. So I would have to do some other sport.
My dad, being obsessed with Israel or something, heard about a Krav Maga place sorta-nearby. So my parents said, "Try it out once even though technically you're two years too young." Krav Maga is Israeli martial arts. I'm not sure about anything else about it.
Today was my first day. My mom and I walked in and there were these humongous buff guys lifting up weights. My mom and I sat down in chairs.
Then it started. And it is the most exercising thing EVER. It's only an hour, but after that hour, when we bowed afterwards, everyone just kinda died. Actually, after half an hour, everyone wanted to die, but we were not allowed to do that, so we kept on punching and kicking people.
I am so sore right now, and I am so glad that it's only once a week.
(Also, today I accidentally shot a pencil down the stairs and at some 5th or 6th graders. Whoops.)