Sup Barbie?

Plastic. That cold, hard, shiny piece of plastic. If you heat it, it will melt. If you bend it, it will snap. If you are made of it, then you are Heidi Montag.

Heidi Montag, for those who don't know who she is, stars on the show The Hills. For those who are completely out of it and don't know what The Hills is, it is a "reality" TV show. When I say reality, what I really mean is a camera following the never-ending drama of young adults in Beverly Hills. Back to Heidi. Heidi Montag has been on the show for many years now. The whole world has been viewing her whole life from a tiny TV screen from the past boyfriends, to her ex-best friend Lauren Conrad who used to star on the show, to her current husband Spencer. Without getting all you non-hill fans confused, when Spencer came into the picture a couple years earlier, the lies, the cheats, and the scandals all came pouring out into Lauren's life. When Heidi was forced to choose between her hot man candy and her life long best friend, she went with candy.

That candy didn't taste too sweet as Spencer refused every idea of raising a family, meeting his sister's boyfriend, and his biggest struggle, apologizing when he was wrong. Just when we thought Heidi was the sane one, she made a choice that changed her life forever. Well, it wasn't one choice, it was 13 choices. In 2008 she had breast implants, a nose job, and a chin reduction. Even that seems a lot for the 23 year-old but, on November 20 2009, she completed 10 procedures in one day. These procedures included, a slight eye-brow lift, another nose job, she had her own fat injected into her cheeks, her ears pinned back, injections in her lips, her chin shaped down, breasts redone again, her back aligned so her back muscles would be more visible, and lastly, inner and outer lipo.

It shocks me to think that this is what the world has come to be. I can't say that I'm a old and wise woman because I'm not. I'm being dragged into all the gossip and media myself. I turn to celebrities for fashion advice, or how to get my hair silky smooth. The media is targeting us at such a young age, as young as when we played with Barbies. Barbies are not real people, they are plastic. Real plastic. Its insulting if someone tells you that you look like Barbie so why would you want that? People shouldn't feel the need to change themselves just because they want to look "pretty". To be pretty you don't have to change your face! Try things like, growing your hair long, or cutting it short. Change your make-up routine, buy some new clothes. It's not considered cool to be plastic. In fact, it's considered stupid. If I were a boy, I would not want to be kissing your fat injected lips.

Heidi admits that she is "beyond obsessed" with plastic surgery, but we all don't have to be like her. She thinks that she has to alter herself to validate herself as a woman, or she needs that to look perfect. That's not really the truth, is it? "Do not wish to be anything but who you are, and try to be that perfectly" - St.Francis De Sales.

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I commented on Andie's blog "This Sad Home"

Oh, Hey Bieber.

The phone rang, I wasn't in the mood to answer. I had just said goodbye to one of my best friends who was moving to the other side of the world. The phone kept ringing but I continued to stare at it, without making a move. My mom told me it was one of my friends. Relunctantly, I reached for the phone and pressed the talk button. I lifted it to my ear, "GO CHECK YOUR TWITTER". Once I didn't respond, she said "JUSTIN RESPONDED TO YOU!" I shook my head, "No, no he didn't don't lie. I'm really not in the mood." She laughed, "I am not lying, go check it right now!" I threw my body off of the chair and bolted across the kitchen where I slipped and fell on my face. Without time to recover, I took the stairs two at a time. My fingers refreshed the twitter home page when I saw it. "Justinbieber: feel better". Those two words became blurry figures as my eyes filled with tears. I sank to the floor, and my scream pierced my own ears. My mom, laughing, told me I was crazy but I couldn't stop. The tears just kept rolling down my face. My heart was beating so fast, yet I couldn't obtain any air in my lungs. I've never cried over a boy before, but this boy is special. This boy is Justin Bieber.

Micheal Jackson is... alive? With all the buzz and gossip about the new King Of Pop, you're thinking, "Where is Micheal?". Micheal Jackson, the man who nobody could understand but made history with his music. Justin, the 16 year old boy who became famous off of youtube and now has his fans in the palm of his hand. The ongoing rilvalries and debates between these two artists is all based on opinions.

The facts are simple, Micheal worked for years on his career to earn a deserving title. Justin was discovered on the streets of Stratford, and now he also earned the deserving title? I don't think so. Justin is not The King Of Pop. Justin never will be The King Of Pop. "It was, and will always be Micheal Jackson."- Brendan Kirby.

I am Justin's biggest fan, not Micheal's, but he still has a lot to learn about the celebrity life. He has melted the hearts of girls all over the world (including mine), become the youngest male solo artist to top the Billboard charts since Little Stevie Wonder in 1963, and, well...taken over the earth. So long MJ, hello JB.

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I commented on Olivia's post "Will YOU Survive The Crazy?"

I Stalk You.

I stalk your photos, I stalk your live feed, I stalk your wall posts, I stalk your wall to walls, I stalk your status updates, I stalk your profile pictures, I stalk your photo albums, I stalk your fan pages, I stalk your interests, I stalk your friends, I stalk their friends but most importantly... I stalk you. That's right, I stalk every one of you. Over 400 million people use Facebook to connect with family, friends, and some people you may not know. Parents and guardians warn their children of creepers and to never accept anyone that they do not know, but I have found a way to creep people without being their friend. Sounds scary huh? Well it is.

You might have thought that your profile is secured, but you thought wrong. Facebook changes their security settings often without notifying the millions of users. This causes people to leave their profiles unsecured and open for the creepy people to see. It's really a simple thing to make an account and add people you don't know. The only safe thing about it is that you have to accept someone as a friend before you can access their full profile. This is where most people believe as the limit.

You're messing around on the computer and see a name that you use to know, so you click on their name. It then comes up with their almost profile and you see a profile picture in the left corner. If you can't see the picture clearly or the picture is on of them, then you might get confused. You think, "well what am I going to do now? Should I add them anyway?" Tip: click on the profile picture, this way you can access all of their profile pictures. If you have some sort of eye problem or just are having problems still seeing them, this is not the end. Tip: there is a bar across the top of the picture that says "back to album", " (person's name) photos", and " (persons name) profile". Click on "photos" and this way you can view every single picture that anyone has ever posted about them. Its basically like you already have them as a friend, without creeping their wall-posts.

This method works on everyone who is not smart enough to change their security settings. Especially those girls who have those gorgeous boyfriends that you think might be a little weird if you add them. Is it really creeping if you don't get caught? After all, they'll never know... ;)

"Cassie, do you need to go back to kindergarten?" The only way to really find this out is to go on Are You Smarter Than A Kindergardener but, there is no such thing as this show. So, if I had to pick one game show to be on, I would choose to be on Are You Smarter Than A Fifth Grader.

Jeff Foxworthy, the host for AYSTAFG, meets millions of people who are smarter than a fifth grader. He also meets people who are not... The point of this show is that there is a contestant who has to answer questions that a fifth grade student would be asked in class. They keep answering questions until they answer one wrong. Once they answer one wrong, they lose and have to admit to the camera "I am not smarter than a fifth grader". If they answer all the questions right, they get to take home 1 million dollars.

But there's a catch. There are 8 fifth graders who sit at desks and also have to answer the questions. At any time, the contestant can ask for help on the question that has been asked to one of the students. If the student who was helping the contestant answers the question wrong, then the contestant also gets it wrong.

I think we all know that I am smarter than a fifth grader and could win that money in a sitch. So I guess the real questions is, are YOU smarter than a fifth grader? ;)