Huxley VS. Orwell THE BIG BATTLE

Hey guys! Hope you had an amazing Christmas!
Today I'm going to tackle a pretty tough topic, and do some analysis on it the topic is: Aldous Huxley Vs George Orwell!
Alright, let me give you some insight: George Orwell and Aldous Huxley were famous classic literature writers known for their novels on Dystopia and totalitarianism.
Basically, they wrote about what they thought the world would be like in a couple decades.

Orwell had the original idea that the future would be run by one front-man, and a big corporation or government behind it. The front-man popularly known as "Big Brother". Orwell had the idea that the world would be run on a black and white schedule, with no general excitement except for the same tasks. He thought the world would be run in a way that enforcing orders included mind control, violence and repetition.

Huxley had the idea that society would be enforced in a very indirect way. They polished civilians to think everything was at it's normal state, getting a daily dose of everything in life. Arguably, a Utopia.
Children were all victims of genetic-modification. Huxley created a world were the general population of people were blindsided by the big corporations and government.

Now the comparison, who of the two writers was closer to the present? Orwell wrote "1984" in 1948, all he did was switch the two last digits around. Huxley wrote "Brave New World" in 1932, a couple years before Orwell.
My point of view on this? I think neither. I think both have rich senses of today, the censorship that was in both of them still exists today. I also think that both books go to different extremes. Huxley goes towards the side of censorship and utopia, while Orwell goes to obedience, and harsh consequences.
(Disclaimer: My analysis may be lacking a bit on Huxley because I have researched Orwell more.)

Huxley and Orwell had ideas on the worst possible state society could be in, so they went to extremes. I think that we are starting to see censorship today, but at the same time, I'm on social media expressing myself at this very moment. We also see a lot of violence, however. That's not going to really change, and we could really go any way. But my point is, we could see something like this in the future, because right now we are at a mild stage of all these possibilities. We're at a point where there are snip-its of Orwellian, and snip-its of huxleyesque things. I think the future will hold a sort of Hux-Well kind of society.

But I think as long as people like these writers, people with hopes and ideals exist, we can keep our society in a balanced check. While things are still not perfect, (Not near perfect) we still haven't gone to such extremities. I think people rise up now, and don't tolerate these kind of things. We don't tolerate racism, there's always someone there to say something about it. What happened in Ferguson brought such an up-rise, the people spoke up. I think we're heading to a path where, although not perfect, we try and make the difference and fight for equality. So no, I don't think we are either Huxley or Orwell.
Because people now condone gender roles, people are against any form of inequality, and people are losing the fear to speak up against a popular belief and change something that is wrong.

I think humankind is seeing a light at the end of the tunnel, although faint and far away, a light. It's closer than we think, and I think one day we won't have to refer to these works (Although fairly interesting) and think of these as society.

If you read all this thanks for listening to a fourteen-year-old garble about things I don't merely know enough about. Thank-you.

You're an arse, Kevin.

This is an open letter to you, Kevin. Yeah, you. 

In case any of you have no idea who Kevin is, he's the guy who was operating the emergency room the day I had uncontrollable nose bleeds. Basically, I was on tumblr, and suddenly my nose turned into a shower head.

But this blog is not about what a crappy nose I got from the nose store, this is about Kevin. 

Me and my mom walk into the emergency room, and there he is. A bald man, with a smug look on his face, and those shower curtains nurses have to wear that I do not know what they are called.

Kevin: Name?

Mom: *Starts to say letters*

He then interrupts my mom after every letter she says, screaming

Kevin:  WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? 

Me: V-I-G-N-E-A-U-L-T!

Kevin: K. And what are you here for?

Me: Well all day, I felt-

Kevin: *Interrupts me* I MEAN NOW. NOT ALL DAY.

Me: OK. I am here because I had an uncontrollable nose bleed yesterday and today.

Kevin then rolls his eyes like some sassy woman. 

Kevin: Um. Yeah? I don't see it bleeding right now.

GEE, WILL SOMEONE JUST GIVE THIS MAN A NOBEL PRIZE? Just, hand him a nobel prize for such insightful discoveries. Wow. Just, amazing.

Kevin: So like, why should we admit you then? Tell me why we should admit you. What are your symptoms. 

This goes on for maybe 5 minutes after that. So Kevin, here's my advice: First of all, let the patients speak. Secondly, if I wouldn't have known better, maybe you would have gotten a nice demonstration of my nose bleeds on your shiny shower curtain shirt thingy..so yeah...stop that..please..

(P.S I may be the biggest hyperbole user of all time)

Superhero camp woman

A couple years ago I went to this superhero camp: (I was never cool, y'all.) 

I was the only female specimen in the entire camp. Of course, with my species threatened I decided to mark my territory. (KIDDING. KIDDING.)

I was shunned by the entire cult of pre-teen boys who enjoy reading books about buff men in spandex.

Then he came along. He was a stalky, chubby little boy. Now, not sure he was aware of the territory he was already in, because any other less creepy pick-up line would have worked. Such as:

"Hey, you look like you peed your pants can I help you to the nearest bathroom"

"Hi. You're a woman, right?"

Or this one, this one is very original and never used before:

"Hi"

Instead this boy decided to use this:

Him: Wuts a preety gurl like you doin' all alone?

Me: I dunno.

Him: Do ya have a boyfriend?

Me: No.

Him: Well, I used to have a girlfriend and well, she cheated on me wif mah best friend. They were french kissing on the stairs and I caught 'em it was terrible.

The camp director then comes and asks us how we're doing, and the guy replies:

"Oh nothing, just telling this girl about how my girlfriend cheated on me with my best friend by french kissing on the stairs."

The camp director just kinda stood there with a look of horror until I finally said:

"Yeah..um. I don't really know this guy" 

The reasoning for this is because I left out one very important detail.

He was eleven.

Omg guyz we reached 2K

2,000! Yes! Man that's a lot of views, I'd like to thank everyone who takes time out of their life to waste their time here. That's awesome. And also a huge waste of time, get back to work! In short, I left a survey on the blog to see what kind of content y'all would like to waste your time viewing!
And in celebration of this I wanted to do something special, so make sure you vote for whatever you want and I shall do the one with the highest votes.
But I need votes so you can turn this:

Into this:

Still creepy as heck, but at least you can see the awesome dentist work shown above^
No that is not a plus side. Y'know what. Just vote, and I'll never show this meme again..
But really, I just wanted to thank everyone because it's awesome that people want to see my opinions on stuff. That also means my embarassing stories have been read by 2,000 people. Anyways, I am rambling on, as Led Zeppelin once said.

Chicken war. Also, did you know Chickens sounds cooler when you spell it as "Chiken"

I had a dream last night, and for those of you wondering, no I have not died. I'm still here, tripping over things, walking around with my fly down, etc.
So here it is, my nightmare.

We live in an apocalyptic world. A totalitarian government runs it all (Hehe, I see you Fox news.)
Our parents decide to take a trip to this place between Edmonton and Mexico. (Don't ask)
We take this public bus, and it's filled with people obsessed with chickens. Everyone has baskets of live chickens. So in fear that I will get my laptop stolen, I put in my bag. We arrive at this place and it's rustic as hell. We walk around, and there's nobody. Just barrels like those ones you see in movies. Not necessarily filled with anything, just there. Probably all the poop from the godang chickens everywhere.
Across the horizon is a town filled with chickens. I mean there is a frigen tornado of it. Beats sharknado any day. So we walk to our hotel room. (Now you must understand this chicken town is not safe). We hear a bunch of soldiers running from across some houses, and there is an elevator to the hotel. But some damn chickens are blocking it! So my dad shoves them chickens out and the elevator opens. We get to our room, and late at night we hear gunshots. Turns out there's a secret society that tries to get rid of any of the guests that come to chicken town. In short, the hotel owners were behind it, and some crazy way my dad and I managed to get our family back on the bus filled with chickens and survive. The end.


It taunts me.

AN EPIDEMIC OF AMBITION

Every day I wake up with ambitions bigger than myself: Becoming a human rights lawyer, publishing a book, fighting for the rights of those without them.
 People always ask me why I have these ambitions, especially at a young age. And the answer is simple:
Why not?
What are we living for if it's not to make the world better than it was yesterday? So many of us take every day for granted, the privileges we have soon thought as nuisances.
Something we take for granted so much is having a voice. I'm sitting here by my computer screen typing out what I think, and I can still do it without taking a bullet to the head. I have a right to speak my mind. And so should everyone else on this planet. (Sorry Aliens).
What I'm saying here is, don't ever let anyone tell you you're too ambitious. Because ambition is what fuels this world.
Every day I see this world desperate for change, getting to the point where they care to do nothing at all. You can do anything you want! If it takes you halfway across the world to get there, it doesn't matter, because what else are we living for other than doing good? So today I ask you one question:

What do you want to do?

It's a simple question. Do what you want, because the world needs more ambition. Step on the peddle and fuel this world that we live in. Inspire. Ambition is contagious so let's start an epidemic.
An epidemic of ambition. Let's be known as the generation that changed it all for the better!

So now I ask,
WHAT WILL YOU DO?

WHY. PEOPLE, WHY.

I never got this. Why do people lowride? Because quite frankly, looking like your torso is detached from your butt-crack is not something I will look at and say:
"Wow, that looks so attractive"
Because if you think pants are supposed to be worn by your ankles or knees, well, what's the easiest explanation to that? They're not.
So, people: Please wear your pants. You're a buttcrack away from becoming a streaker.
Thanks,
A concerned sane person.