So, Um… Hmm…
So i saw superbad last night. it was one of those movies that is super funny but not very realistic. like the girl is trashed and wants to give the dude a blow job, and he’s like ‘i think we should wait til your not hammered.’ what guy would say that?? over all i liked it though.
hmmm, also this guy that i like likes this other girl, even though we have this constant flirt thing going on. i don’t really mind though. i’m pretty sure i don’t really want to go out with him, just flirt with him. it’s fun. as long as he and bitch number 2 don’t start going out, it’s cool…
AND the horse that i’v been leasing for about a year now, i am being forced to abondon. see, a while ago she was sold to new owners, and they said they would let me keep ‘leasing’ her, but really they’re abusive SOBs. So i’m meeting with a new lady on monday to see if maybe i could work out a lease on her horse. i’m gonna miss my other little pony though…
so these are all the things going on in my life right now that nobody actually wants to hear about. that and i’m on my period, so no one loves me, blah blah blah.
Where is my snow day??
OH MY GOD!!!! THERE IS SNOW ON THE GROUND FOR LIKE THE FIRST TIME EVER THIS WINTER. and not like wimpy little flurry snow, like snow that i could go outside and sled in if i wanted to. and guess what? my bible study is canceled. NOVA classes are canceled, and my sister’s gymnastics gym, which NEVER CLOSES is canceled. is school canceled? no. we get a friggin 2 hour delay!!! WHAT THE FRENCH, TOAST?!?!?!?!?!
i mean, yeah granted, a 2 hour delay is better then nothing, and waking up 2 hours later does really make you feel like you slept so much better, but EVERY TIME that school should be closed and isn’t, i end up slipping and falling on my ass before i even get out of the drive way. oh and you think i’m kidding…
and the part that i really hate is that my school will close if it’s flurrying or SUPPOSED to flurry, but if it would cause me to fall on my ass, what the hell, 2 hour delay!!!
So… Bored…
Omg. I am sitting in my tech tools class right now. Most. boring. thing. ever. I’ve already finished all the work in this class for the entire semester, so now i just get to sit here and rot. seriously, it’s like a zombie state of boredom. it’s dangerous. if i were perilously walking near a ocean -cliff in this zombie state of boredom, i might actually fall off the cliff and into the hungry, waiting mouth of a shark. So this class is actually a threat to my health and well-being. You see were i’m going with this? AND i have this shitty class 3rd period, which means that my life is in danger of being snuffed out by a hungry, sea-cliff dwelling shark EVERY DAY OF MY LIFE!!!!!
In case you didn’t fully understand my point about how much my life is in danger because of this zombie state of boredom, i have graced this page with an illustration of zombie-me. and while in the illustration my death will, i suppose, technically come from the shark, i would like you to appreciate the poetic irony of me being almost literally BORED TO DEATH!!!!
Much Love!!! 
Hello Darlings!
hey! yeah, i know, i said i would finish my medley, but i’m not going to. sue me.
okay, so i have this friend phoebe (who shall hence forth be known as pheebs.) who is… interesting. now, don’t get me wrong, i love her to death, but, well, sometimes she’s a little annoying. she’s always acting like a ditz, and i’m not sure if she’s really is acting, or she’s just dumb. but i’m pretty sure she’s acting. but sometimes, i call her lava lamp. i would never tell her why. it’s cuz she and lava lamps have some things in common. they’re both pretty to look at but not very bright.
and she’s always talking about her dad hitting her and stuff. and to be honest, i always thought that she was just exaggerating. you, know, for attention. but see today, two of her guy friends literally dragged her into the principal’s office kicking and screaming. (i would have kicked them in the balls, friends or not…) so apparently they said something like “this is phoebe. her dad hits her.” at which point she was forced to tell her story. the principal sent her to the guidence councellor, where she had to tell her story again, and then a social worker was called. phoebe’s mom is being called in on monday, i think.
dude, i feel really bad now. i really don’t think that phoebe would do all that just for attention. and she was scared to go home today. and she didn’t want anyone to know, but, of course, now a bunch of people do. these things have a way of getting out. so now i feel bad for always doubting her, and i hope she doesn’t get taken away, and have to leave our school…
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 
Medley of Randomness
okay, so i’ve been gone for a while, so of course now i have a medley of randomness, bottled up for you in the vast expense that is my mind. (i have nothing better to put in it.) i shall now transfer it from my mind, to this blog. beware, as this process has been known to get out of control.
okay, so my first rant is about AIRTRAVEL: *oooo… ahhhh…*
okay, so of course to get to my grandparent’s house for the holidays we had to fly there right? so normally we fly midwest express. midwest express and i pretty much have a love affair going on. i mean, between the fact that every seat on that plane is pretty much 1st class, and the fresh, warm, chocolate chip cookies, whats not to love? unfortuatly, this year my dad booked us seats on… *shudder* airtran… he explained the decsion as “only for this year” and justified it with “frequent flyer miles” this, and “two free tickets” that. and not only was this trip to be made on airtran, but there was going to be a stop in atlanta before we switched onto a different plane to make it all the way to our destination. and of course, because, well, this is fate we’re talking about, the first plane is late, and dad is grouchy because we’re going to miss our second plane. when we get off the first one, we ask one of the worker people if our second plane has left yet. he says no. now, try to image all the different ways he could have ended this sentence. lets list them, shall we? let’s see, there’s
you still have plenty of time
dear god you’re going to miss it, don’t even bother trying to catch it. or,
who the hell knows, they just hired me because i’m gay, and boy, you lookin’ fine.
now, all these are perfectly acceptable. but does he use any of the above acceptable answers? i don’t think so. he says, and i quote:
“RUNNNN!!!!!!!!!”
apparently we caught the plane literally ten seconds before it was going to leave. i credit this to dad’s full out sprint through the airport, which included some slow-montion trippage on my sister’s part.
there are two things i would like any reader to take from this story. (1) the flight attendant person could have gotten on those stupid walkie talkies they carry around, and told our plane to wait. instead he told us to run. therefore, he is a turd king of turdsylvania. (2) there are not enough calories in those stupid little pretzels to fuel a full on sprint through an airport. you know the pretzels i’m talking about? those ones they give you on a plane and you could swear they are just giving them to you because they want to get them away from the flight attendants after one of them got radiation poisoning from handing them out? and you’re not hungry, and you don’t even like them, yet some how you always end up eating them anyway? yeah, i knew you knew what i was talking about.
so i know i promised a medley, but this post is already getting pretty long, and i’m supposed to be taking a shower, so i’ll continue this medley later.
so stay tuned 
Yes, it’s religiously offensive. Get over it.
alright, sorry i havn’t written, but i’ve been a little busy with the holidays and whatnot.
speaking of which, yesterday i was in my grandad’s hot-tub, and i asked when some of us (cousins) were going to see a movie. i said that uncle jonathan and i had been thinking about seeing the golden compass. my little sister mentioned that she would like to come see it too. here is the conversation ensued:
me: well, maybe you can come too.
nana and grandad: NO.
(later, when other cousins are absent)
me: so grandad, whats the big deal about the little cousins seeing the golden compass?
grandad: it’s just a very dark movie, and not at all good for younger children. i think that if you go into it with an open mind, you’ll agree.
me: yeah, i heard that some people were having problems with it because it’s kinda anti-religous and stuff. but i’m not the type of person who really care about that. i mean, it’s just a movie.
grandad: (tenses, you can tell he is annoyed) yes, but it’s a pretty irrresponsible movie.
okay, and i’d just like to say that grandad has never seen this movie. but i’m not that annoyed at grandad, anyone who knows him whould expect that kind of reaction from him. it was the reaction of my cousin jess, who is slightly younger then me that suprised me:
me: hey, jonathan and i were thinking about seeing the golden compass, would you wanna come?
jess: no
me: why not?
jess: because the person who made it hates god, and in the movie they are trying to kill god, and i just don’t want to see it, okay?
me: um, okay…
now, jess is usually only a religious fanatic around the adults, because that is what her mother expects of her, and around the other cousins, she could care less. so i was suprised to get this reaction from her. and also, the part about the person who made the movie hating god is bullshit, because it’s based off a book anyway, so the anti-religous parts come from the book, not the person who made the movie (not that i care anyway)
anyway, so my message is this:
people, this is stupid. it’s a movie for crying out loud. yeah, there may be a little bit of a religious aspect that you don’t agree with. get over it. it doesn’t make anyone a hethen, it doesn’t mean that the person who made it hates god, and it doesn’t make it a dark, bad, horrible movie. and don’t even get me started on the whole “open mind” line. so everyone, you need to just take a chill pill, and stop freaking out. if you are the kind of person who needs to freak out about something all the time ( i do know these people) then here are some situtations in which freaking out would be acceptable:
-you find out that the person you’ve been married to for 25 years is not the gender you thought they were.
-you find out that a certain brand of shampoo gets it’s main ingredient from scorpion pee, harvested from the very breeding grounds of the foul, poisoness, evil, yucky, and otherwise disdainful arachnids. this is the exact same brand of shampoo that you have been using faithfully since childhood.
-you run into someone on the street who does not hesitate to introduce themselves as your long-lost father. he says that since you never came looking for him, he had to live out his life on the streets. that is until some lucky CEO discovered his talents, and hired him to be 2nd in command for, oh, i don’t know… lets say toy ‘r’ us. after six months of this job, your long-lost father became a multi-bajillionaire, and finally having enough money, decides to sue you for never having tried to find him, and therefore being the source of his many years of misery. he is sueing for 5 figures.
*please note that in the above list of highly-plossable “freak-out” situations, there is nothing about a slightly religiously offesensive movie.
just saying…
Okay, Jesus in Christmas, A Big Deal?
Okay, so i was in church the other day, and they were going on and on about christmas, right? they’re all “people have taken jesus out of christmas, and the song ranked the number one christmas carol is ‘rockin around the christmas tree’ and there isn’t even any mention of christ in it!!! waaahhh!”
okay. get over it.
1. if you actually took the time to find out what the number one christmas carol is, you’re looking for something to complain about.
2. churches have been whining the same tune about christ and christmas for years and years now. it drives me crazy. maybe i just don’t appreciate the argument because there has always been an excess of christ in my christmas due to two sets of overly religious grandparents. but either way, i still say they’re just trying to guilt trip you into coming to church more often.
3. i’m sorry, but just because jesus is the reason we have christmas, does not make him the true meaning of christmas. the true meaning of christmas is family. being together, being accepting, giving gifts to family members to see the delighted looks on their faces, enjoying the unique melting pot of personalities, and for once in a very rare time, just be with your family. bask in their doting on you, and love them. jesus in all this is great; a really cute, inspiring story. But, my friends, the true meaning of christmas is family, love, and just being together.
**merry christmas, and happy holidays**
The end of the world to a technologically retarded father
okay, so my dad sort of has tempermental issues, meaning that he fucking flips out over the smallest things ever. it drives me friggin insane. i see why they say one’s dad is a perfect example of who not to marry. so this time he’s upset because someone rearranged the icons on his desktop. so of course, he automatically blames either my sister or me. and i’m thinking “dad, ur technologically retarded, you probably rearranged them yourself and didn’t even realise it. plus ur computers an old peice of shit anyway, so maybe it’s trying to tell you to buy a new one and let it die.”
but before i have time to say any of this (but not in so many words, of course ) dads like “who installed this flash 5 stuff on my computer?” and my sister says she doesn’t even know how to install stuff, which is true, so of course, that must mean that i am deliberatly out to get him. (i did install it, by the way, but i sure as hell ain’t admitting it…) its not like the flash 5 stuff is hurting anything anyway. it just made it so ur computer can run more stuff. god, i am such a horrible kid.
and now he’s just sitting in the study, sending off angry vibes. and i had something completly different i wanted to write tonight too, but now i forgot what is was. stupid dad…
it was probably something about how annoyed i am at myself for failing to remember that i had an ass load of homework until late sunday night, so now i have to wake up early tomorrow and do it… OR i can just go to the computer lab tomorrow morning and do it, instead of waking early on a monday (which would suck extra hard…)
god i amaze myself with my procrastination skills sometimes. and if anyone is seriously reading this, don’t you have something better to do with your time? appartently not. well, i love you.
**peace out girl scout**
ha, i’m such a nerd its cute.
The followers
Okay, so i was sitting at lunch yesterday with some people that i kinda don’ t like. well, i wasn’t really sitting with them, and that was the problem.
lemme start from the begining.
so there are these two girls, erin and kristen. kristen’ s okay, at least she was okay last year, and this year she’s okay to my face. erin, however, pretty much openly hates me. i hate her because she hates me (petty and stupid, but true none the less) but if i didn’t, i would almost feel sorry for her. see, she’s kinda a slut, and whenever she smiles or laughs it’s fake. i’m not saying this to be mean (if that was my goal i could say way worse things about her) but because it’s true and i feel sorry for her. because she thinks she needs to do these things for attention, and she needs to almost monitor her friends to keep their friendship, because if you ever talk to them without her there, they all hate her and will tell you that she is a bitch. however with her there, they all love her, and want to be with her. i don’t understand, but i’m the same way. i really don’t like this girl, but i find that i want her to like me.
anyway, so on the days i have luch with her, there is a group of about 10 or so people who all want to sit together inculding myself some of my best friends, and erin. obviously there is not room for all of us at one table, so there are always some people who end up sitting at a different table. sometimes, erin or kristen will decide that they want to switch tables, and everyone will follow them. or someone at the table without erin and kristen will see an open seat at their table (rarely is there ever such a thing), and leave to sit there. the bitter ones left behind will call the other person a pathetic follower, when really they just wish they had seen the seat first. these lunches are some of the most awkward and unenjoyable i have ever experienced.
unfortunatly, yesterday, i was tricked out of my seat, and me being a small person, couldn’t shove my way back in. so i sat at the second-rate table. and guess what we talked about? erin and kristen. god, it’s like, “gee, if we can’t sit with the bitchy, fake, slut goddess, maybe we can at least talk about her?” and just to set the record straight, yes, i am being hypocritical because i was talking about her and wishing i was at the other table too.
so anywho, all this erin worship got me to thinking. why has it always been this way? since the beginging of time, there has always been someone that everyone follows. why? this person is hardly ever guinuenlly liked. is it because we wish we could get away with being like them. to kno we don’t deserve the huge group of friends, and still be able to take them for granted? and you’d think that through all these generations we would learn that when someone says “wow, you guys are stupid. i mean, i love (insert “goddess”s name here), and she’s crazy fun, but she’s my friend, not my idol.” maybe we should clue in and listen.
and as far as dissing the people who are followers goes.. what a shallow minded thing to do. i mean, living up to being a teen in and of itself is following. and think about. even not following, is just following the steriotype of being punk, or un-caring. and EVERYONE follows. even in the smallest things. have you ever noticed that teens have to follow certain brands. like, god-forbid you should wear any clothes that arn’t from either hollister, american eagle, abercrombie, fitch, maybe delias, and aeropostale is pushing it. and if you wear something that isn’t brand name, you are automatically branded for lack of a brand. it’s like putting a big neon sign on your forehead that says LOSER LOSER LOSER in flashing floresient colors.
Now to close, i could state my reason for writing this. seems pretty classic. but i have no idea why the hell i wrote this. to encourage teens to think for themselves? of course not, that could never happen, and it would be a waste of my time. to trash erin and kristen? no, if i really wanted to do that, there are better ways then this. so really, truelly, i do not know why i wrote this. so unfortuatly i am left without any closing but this:
peace out girl scout!
Just so you know…
I am recently finding that i have a lot of random thoughts, and rants, and things that i’d like to talk about. however, i’m also finding that it is way easier to come up with things you feel you need to say or get out of your system then it is to find someone to actually listen. so i’m using a blog. to be honest, i don’t ever expect anyone to read this, so, yeah. thats all i got right now, cuz it’s gettin’ late. i guess we’ll see how long this thing lasts…
