You say "Hippie" like it's a bad thing.

Do I like sitting in the grass and enjoying good music? Yes.
Do I enjoy partaking in hallucinogenic greenery? Of course.
Do I often disagree with mainstream politics and judgmental fag-tards? Indubitably.
Do any of these things "make" one a "Hippie"? In a word, no.

What "I am" is too complex to be defined by a played out, overused adjective that's lost its original meaning over the generations. Thinking independently from mainstream media, recognizing that underground musicians are often more talented and less "I sold my soul to make a dollar", these things are gifts. Most people can't see past the whole "I have to dress in what obscure, self proclaimed fashionistas tell me to" but when you find the beauty in things that you find enjoyable and embrace freedom of thought, action, belief and expression, you don't feel the need to define yourself in a word. So in a word, no. I am not a hippie. I am a human. thanks.

Facebook is evil.

What was facebook made for? was there honestly a new, original purpose for the "social networking site" other than maybe to steal myspace's clientele and shine? Surely the creator didn't sit his nerdy ass in his room surrounded by web page design manuals typing design codes away feverishly just so we could one day stalk our significant other's page or keep up with the monotonous lives of people who won't matter in ten years. Im sure his master plan wasn't for a bunch of jailbait teeny boppers to get half naked and take pictures standing in front of the mirror idiotically while people are out living real lives... but that's what it's used for. Facebook is evil, and it will take over your free time and strangle the  life out of your relationships if you let it. 

BassAckwards.

“A wise girl kisses but doesn’t love, listens but doesn’t believe, and leaves before she is left.”
- Marilyn Monroe

What happens when girls force themselves to be "wise" for so long that they forget how to feel love when kissing a man? or believing a word that comes out of his mouth? and what happens when she leaves so damn often that when she finally finds the one worth staying for, she has no idea how to keep herself from running away?
As far as girls go, I may be the "wise"-est. But "wise" doesn't greet me at the door or promise me a future better than my past. Maybe superficial relations with men prove to be fun, but they don't fullfill. I deserve love, honesty, and continuous happiness. It may be the opposite of Monroe's definition, but I feel all the wiser for realizing it.