You're Stupid, We Get It

Shut up! Please, just shut up. Nobody else in the room cares about what you are saying. Not one person. Just stop.
Lately i've had a lot to say about the stupid girls that sit by me in government. There are three of them. One used to be my best friend, one is just like so totally like annoying, and the last one is my walking pet peeve. My pet peeve just sits there and goes on and on about everything. She is currently going on about how she should have all the points on her test because she is like totally right, like all the time. Sorry honey but not every question you get wrong was a trick question..... you are just stupid. I don't really understand why girls feel the need to act/talk like they are constantly confused. MY personal favorite thing she does is, when someone says something remotely stupid she turns around and looks at my old best friend and makes a face or says "like seriously is she that stupid?" I laugh every time......  I wish I could record how she sounds when she talks but I cant. I know you know how it sounds though because unfortunately, there is always at least one girl around that talks like that. They whine when they talk and incorporate the word "like" as much as like possible. I personally don't understand why guys like girls who do this. I would never be a successful lesbien because I can't stand not being able to hold an intellectual conversation with a person. Why do guys like this? Why do girls do this? You went to the same school, are you honestly trying to tell me you don't know basic communication skills?

Senior Shenanigans #1

Well hello there, I’ve missed you.

If you weren’t already aware, I have an unnatural attraction toward random shenanigans. This being my last year of high school, I’ve decided to do miscellaneous shenanigans as often as possible.  So, of course, I’ve started a new series about shenanigans, performed by myself and others.

First off, I would like to explain my use of the word shenanigans. I decided shenanigans rather than pranks because not all shenanigans are pranks, but all pranks are shenanigans.

Today is the last day of school before fall break so my lunch table and I decided to hold a Thanksgiving dinner together. My friends are like family to me, so what would thanksgiving be without them? We had a table cloth, decorative hand turkeys, puppy chow, pie, fried chicken (yes, fried chicken), BBQ sauce, light bulb candles, and a center piece. We all decorated the table, dressed nicely, and sat down together for prayer. Our peers filled the cafeteria with looks of both confusion and envy. The principal looked very confused about our operation. It was nice.

It wasn’t a prank but it was funny and unexpected. Almost as unexpected as the pie smear on my face.

Absolutely Embarrassed

I freaking hate being a woman. I feel like part of being a woman is an embarrassing story or two about the curse of Eve.  Mine happened today. Today I decided to wear a thin lacey pink dress with my cowgirl boots and a white jacket. I look pretty cute, not gonna lie. Well, in US government today I sat taking a test when the worst happened. It happened. I awkwardly approached the teacher and asked if I could go to the restroom. He said nobody was permitted to leave the classroom on test days. I asked if I could go to the nurse after my test and again he said no. So, I sat in it for about a half hour before class ended. I was so upset and embarrassed that I started to tear up a little. When everyone let I rushed my way to the restroom hoping that nobody would notice anything. It was horrible. If you are a girl and this has happened to you, we share pains… we relate. If you are a girl and this has not yet happened to you…. You just wait.. it’s bound to happen eventually. If you are a boy and this hasn’t happened to you, that’s actually pretty normal…. But if you every say anything to a girl about said issue, you deserve to have your ear sliced. If you’re a boy and this has happened to you…. Get yourself check out.

Immature Debate

As you may know, last night there was another presidential debate. Today in government class we were talking about the debate. The two girls that sit beside me got ridiculous. They are both highly unintelligent. They are the types of girls that cannot manage to hold a conversation without saying in "like","totally", or "um" about 18000 times in a whiny voice. They began to argue about politics...... I found that hilarious. One was for Romney while the other was supporting Obama. They began debating and when Obama's supporter was losing she stuck her fingers in her ears and made ridiculous faces......... you are in idiot.... stay out of politics... thanks.

Over Worked and Under Appreciated

So I had a bit of an issue in my last class. I do not tolerate rudeness, hence why I am overflowing with anger as I type. Let’s start from the beginning; I want you to fully understand why I’m so mad.

My etymology teacher wanted everyone in the class to have a blog to post about the books that they are reading. Simple assignment, too bad the teacher had no idea how to set up the blog accounts or even use the blog site. Wonderful. I obviously blog on this site so, I knew how to use it.  I already had an account so all I had to do was add another blog to my account and then just sit there. The girl next to me was having issues so I helped her and them my teacher volunteered me to help everyone in the class set up theirs. No nap for me apparently.

Yesterday my teacher decided she wanted to make another blog where all of the students could go and post things together. Also, she wanted everyone’s information listed to the side. She didn’t have time or know-how to do this for herself so she put me on the spot. She asked if I would create this for her and I felt as though I could not say no. So last night I spent a little over TWO HOURS trying to create this damn blog. I had to look up everyone’s name in the class, the name of their blogs, and their URLs. Then, I had to alphabetize these and create a gadget. Then, I had to add everything (3 things per student out of 28 students) to this stupid list so it would show up in the margins. Looking up everyone’s information consisted of me finding 28 different blogs and citing them. Creating the blog under someone else’s name, the list, and setting up the layout took forever. All of this hard work can with no benefit. I did not receive extra credit, I did not receive any points, but I earned a “thanks” for the clueless teacher.

I don’t think they really realized how much work I put into it…. For nothing. I was trying to help out the teacher and the student. If I didn’t do this, every student in the class would have another assignment to do. Instead, I took their assignment and did it for them for nothing.

When I walked into class today the teacher had me show the class how to access and use the site. One pretend hick called me a try-hard (hypocrite), and one too-cool-for-anyone-else-jock called me a teacher’s pet. This annoyed me but I continued on with my presentation. Annoyed. This little cheerleader sitting in the front row said snidely “You spelled my name wrong, but okay”, accompanied by a dramatic eye-roll. I stopped. I stood over her and replied:

“I don’t care what your name is, or how you spell it. Since I spent two hours doing this last night with no benefit to myself, I would love to go back and change it for you. I’ll change it to bitch, I’ll spell that one right every time.”

Her jaw dropped….. Bitch. I suggest getting a normal name before bitching about the spelling.

I was so angry. That is so disrespectful; I almost couldn’t believe she said it. Screw that.

NO GOOD DEED GOES UNPUNISHED.
Over worked and underappreciated.

Why I Refuse To Live In The Suburbs. #1

I hate the suburbs. Truly. Subdivisions seem to be more dreadful every single day. As I sit at my desk with my blog open, I try to think of something to write about…. My thinking, however, is impossible due to the obnoxious screeching of the little kids next door. Therefore, my writing is but a bitter rant toward the multitude of reasons why I simply loathe the suburbs. Loathe. WITH A FIREY PASSION. I feel like subdivisions are collections of confused baboons trying to govern themselves, with their thumbs simultaneously taking residence in their rectums.

WHY? Why are your children so annoying? I love children, I teach Sunday school, but your children are horrible. The little girl next door walks around, dramatically swinging her hips, and jerking her head, saying “O M G LIKE SEERRRRIOUSSSLY MOVE OUT OF MY WAY.” Then, she runs over to the other little scum sucker, Maggie, and they both just start screeching for the hell of it. Shut up!! Then their brothers come over and steal my lacrosse goal from my backyard to use for batting practice. Thanks guys, it’s not like that was expensive or anything like that, please take way you want. Should I let you use my sticks as bats too? MATTER OF FACT, why don’t you guys just hit the goal with my sticks, that way we can make sure you really fuck it up. I love the fact that they have put three holes in my net.

The glorious part about that is, while they steal my stuff from my yard, their mom flips her cookies if I step foot in their yard. The bitch should pee down her yard line, just to mark her territory. The moms are a different story in themselves. They always gloat about how perfect their kids are. Obviously they aren’t that smart! They play in the street all day! Back in my day, if I were to play in the street, I would either die from oncoming traffic, or by my mother’s hand.

Sorry, your kid is not perfect, they are actually really annoying. I want a place in the country, where the only kids I’ll have to put up with are my own.

A Voice

As a teenager, I feel like there is constantly an adult breathing down my neck, or speaking to me in a condescending manner. I may be young but that does not make me less of a member of society.  I have an opinion, I have a voice, and it is time I’m heard.

I am a member of the next generation. I should not feel unimportant due to my age, I should be looked at with hope because I know I will make in impact in someone’s life.

Last night I continued to think about the human trafficking issue from my earlier post. I sat and thought, ok, this is bad….. Then, how can I fix this? I found an organization called the Red Thread Movement; they sell red bracelets amongst other merchandise, in which all proceeds go toward saving girls in Nepal from trafficking. When I heard about their group, I immediately got in contact with them and told them of my interest in future involvement. They asked me when I was able to start and I told them now.

I am now a proud member of the Red Thread Movement Organization. 

I have begun planning events to help raise money and I am all smiles from ear to ear.

When I die I don’t need my name down in books, I don’t need everyone to remember me from generation to generation. What I do need, however, is for one person’s life to be changed because of my voice. I don’t need everyone to remember me; I just need one person to remember my actions.

Everyone has a voice, make yours loud and heard. Not just another murmur in the crowd.

Sick to the Core.

“Atrocious Truths Regarding Sexual Abuse” angered me; this new abundance of information saddened me. Did you know 2 million children around the world are forced into prostitution every year? A lot of children are kidnapped, but a large percent of that number is due to parents actually selling their own children, their own flesh and blood…. To be sex slaves.

That right there is enough to make me feel physically sick.

How could a parent do this? Imagine this:

A little girl living in poverty comes home one day and notices a fancy car in front of her home. She walks into her small house to find a strange man there. Her parents could not support the family with the income they had so they are selling their little first grader. She is too young to understand but is told to go with the strange man. The six year old climbs into the car and waves goodbye, not knowing this is the last time she would ever see her family. She sits in the car for hours before arriving at a building. The strange man grabs her out of the car and forces her into a back bedroom. This small room is where she will spend the rest of her survival. The child, who is hardly old enough to write their own name, will stay in this small room and miss the rest of her education. She sits and begins to cry, when a 30 year old man walks into the room, he tears her clothes away and rapes her. Screaming and crying she is victimized, multiple times, every day. The small child will be raped multiple times a day until she dies. Where are the adults for this little girl? Her parents receive a check so they can pay bills, the brothel leaders get paid for exposing these children, and the people to enter her room destroy every last ounce of innocence she has.

How could this happen? How could a person know that and not feel sick to the core.

This is what evil looks like and it’s happening worldwide, even on our free soil.

Atrocious Truths Regarding Sexual Abuse.

While searching through news articles I stumbled upon an article about the Peace Corps. I planned to join the Peace Corps after college because the idea of helping the human race for a better tomorrow has always rung favorable to me.

“ABC NEWS IINVESTIGATION: Parents of Slain Volunteer Say Peace Corps Error Led to Murder.” This was the title that caught my attention. In this article, family members of Kate Puzey reveal their anger toward the Peace Corps scandal of 2009. Kate stood up for small girls who had come to her with information regarding the multiple rape cases in their village. She relayed the news to the Peace Corps office and requested confidentiality in the circumstances. The rapist was then fired from his position in the Peace Corps to preserve the original purpose of the Peace Corps, to help the world…. Not future hurt it. Despite her request, the rapist found out about her involvement in the expulsion of his indecencies. Kate was later found with her throat slit.

A woman, who is voice to young girls, is murdered and how is it dealt with? The Corps placed a box full of her items in the Puzey driveway. There was no ceremonial display, there was no apology, and there was no acknowledgement. The reason there was no acknowledgement of the Peace Corps slip of confidentiality, was because the perpetrator was still up for trial. A cardboard box was left to the parents of a brave woman.

This led me to The New York Times article, “Peace Corps Volunteers Speak Out on Rape.” This article proceeds to discuss multiple victims due to a sex crime. Jess Smochek, 23-year-old Peace Corps volunteer and rape victim says, “When she returned to the United States, the reception she received from Peace Corps officials was as devastating as the rape itself.” According to this article, upon seeking medical attention, a counselor implied that she was to blame for the attack. Between the years 2000 to 2009, more than 1,000 Peace Corps volunteers reported sexual assaults.

The problem is, it doesn’t matter where you are in the world, a woman has a chance of getting raped, or sexually assaulted in various other ways. On average, every two minutes, someone in the United States is getting raped. The Peace Corps are not the only group to hold victims, however, the response given to the victims provided self-blame, self-loathing, shame, and silence.

Silence when it comes to rape makes it okay for the offender to do it to someone else. The victims of many rapes decided to provide a strong voice for other victims. The Peace Corps has made significant changes to help victims, by providing counseling, medical attention, and safer places.

The Peace Corps is not the issue however, it’s the world. There are more rapes than suspects arrested according to the Los Angeles Police Department. There are also more unknown rapes than there are reported rapes.

This needs to stop. More voices need to be heard.

Not Your Baby Momma.

I dated someone a while ago who has recently blessed me with a phone call. The term blessed, in the previous sentence, was used with a chimerical abundance of sarcasm. The conversation was basically about how he got some girl pregnant and is having a hard time paying for himself, the guy that lives off him, and of course the girl and her womb population.  I felt apathetic toward his speech until he decided to end it with saying that he missed me and saw us getting back together.

You are kidding right?

If I were to somehow get back together with him my future would look like this:

Me walking around a trailer with a bunch of little midgets running around screaming, “Mommy, I’m hungry.”, and me making them some Kraft mac and cheese. No way.

1^st I’m not your mommy.

2^nd If it didn’t come from my vagina, I’m not feeding it. I’ll just look at them and tell them to tell their real mommy about it. I’m a teenager I’m not anyone’s momma. Nope. I don’t want kids for another few years. Plus, I am not trying to work hard to support an idiot and their posse. Why on Earth would I leave all the positive things I have for that kind of future? I would have had to lost my mind. The caterwaul of another woman’s child will not be my responsibility to assess.

No thanks. I’m good.

The Stain

Rather than using the traditional categorization of people into their normal high school cliques, I prefer to use a more original system of categorizing. Instead of using the original hierarchy of “popular” to “nerds”, I like to break people up into a different type of grouping.

Using this method of classification, a person can belong to multiple different groups and fit snuggly. I have previously, and will always, refer to the “popular” girls as CLONES. They are clones because they all look the exact same and act the same, in the sheer efforts of remaining better than everyone else in their own minds.

Now, everywhere you go there will always be that girl, the one who is the most annoying thing in the room. My new category is called

The Stain.

A stain as we all know is annoying and no matter what you do you cannot get rid of them. They are always there!

Luckily I have the opportunity to observe the stain members on a daily basis. I have multiple stains in my composition class. Some find the need to comment on every single word that falls out of the teacher’s mouth, they answer the teacher with anecdotes even when there was no question, or even real reason to speak. Some find it necessary to cling around a group of people (unwantedly), like a little puppy that has no clue that they are really not needed in every situation. Some feel it imperative that they are the main focus in every conversation…. Good work, you are now the focus of this post. You have captured my attention; we are now all talking about you…. It’s just not good.  

The wonderful thing about this new hierarchy is that you can belong to multiple groups rather than just one. A Clone may very well be a stain.

These stains need bleached out.

Why Are You Famous? #1

I would love to start this new series with this statement:

Being the dumbest, most obnoxious, and/or  most irresponsible  person in the room, should NOT qualify you to be famous.

I would like to start this post with a statement that has grown close to my heart, especially over the last few days:

Taylor Swift may possibly be the WORST thing to have ever happened to country music.

Yes, I said it. She is the worst. All of the songs are the same.

If I am forced to hear "we are never ever ever, like ever getting back together" again, you better warn traffic control because I will begin stomping around downtown like Godzilla. Swatting down planes, and tipping buildings, in sheer rage.
You can not tell me that that horrific display of "talent" was anywhere close to being an actual song.

Dear T. Swift(ly kicked in the face),
 It is time for you to put on your big girl pants and deal with a breakup like a normal person. You are an adult! An immature teenage girl would talk to her friends and maybe throw a facebook status out there, you, an adult, decide to "sing" about it....
Of course you aren't getting back together. Your crazy, stalker attitude probably pushing the male species away. If an ex wrote an entire song saying 'we are never ever ever like ever getting back together", along with 10's of other songs, why on Earth would they even try to get back together?  You are psycotic. Do you really find it neseccary to annoy the rest of society with your issues?
Why are you famous? How did this happen? I know for a fact that you did not get there from your "talent"?

                                             Sincerely, Every person above the age of 12.

I will never ever ever like ever enjoy your "talent".

Intersection Kisses

I am aware that a multitude of my posts have been towards people, Guys specifically, who have screwed me over. Believe it or not my dearest readers, I have found a guy who is.... indescribable really. He is enticing, mirthful, and understanding. We have had a bit of a complicated summer but now that those complications are gone, we are great. I honestly do not remember a time when I've been this happy.

Over the summer we saw each other nearly everyday. One night he gave me the most romantic kiss of my whole life.

At about two a.m. one morning we were hanging out with some friends in a field. Dakota and I decided to go on a walk together down some old country road. We were looking for orange flowers in the dark but mostly just enjoying each others company. Before we left for our walk we were laying in the truck bed looking at shooting stars. He knows more about astronomy than I do so he was explaining the stars to me.

On our walk we approached an intersection with two red flashing lights hanging there. He took me to the middle of that intersection, right under the lights and the stars, with little white flowers poking out of my back pocket.

Under the stars and the red lights he wrapped his arms around me and told me he loved me.

He kissed me, and it was perfect.

I'm not sure it is possible to be happier.

I told him I loved him, and I meant it.

Slightly Less Average Than My Typically Awkward Day

This morning, so far, has been anything but normal. Not to say that my typical day is anywhere close to normal.  This morning I woke up an hour and forty minutes late, apparently my alarm clock took a sick day today….. So upon waking to the unfamiliar morning sun, I did gymnastics to exit my oh-so-comfortable bed.  I did an incredibly awkward flip out of bed in a panic and immediately thought “At least three- tenths deduction for the execution, hopefully I can stick the landing.” (I miss the Olympics)

I spent three minutes trying to decipher if I had enough time to take a shower before school.  While giving my best Lady Antebellum impersonation, I slipped…. and sure as hell stuck that landing… Got out of the shower and of course, slipped again… When I hit the ground I looked around to see if anyone saw (as if there would somehow be some kind of audience).

After getting myself ready I ran downstairs to find my mom standing in the kitchen. She had made scrambled eggs and bacon for breakfast. When I told her I didn’t have time to eat, she yelled at me. A quick argument later, I tossed the remaining scraps of bacon and a mound of scrambled eggs between slices of bread and called it a sandwich.  I stuffed everything into my backpack and grabbed my super special lunch box and snatched my sneakers. When I put my backpack on…. It broke…. Everything flew everywhere…. I grabbed a new bag and started striding toward my driveway. With everything in hand, a rabbit jumped out from the bush and I about had a heart attack. I jumped and shook my sandwich so viciously that chunks of scrambled eggs exploded in the air like egg fireworks around my “sandwich”.  Sara was watching from the car and had a good laugh at me. Since she decided to laugh, I decided to play along. As I got to the car I began acting like Elmer Fud. I looked around like the hunting cartoon and said “its wabbit season.” She laughed.

When we approached the never-ending stop light in front of the school, a chunk of egg rolled onto the floor. I had my window down and decided to pick it up and make a friend. I held the chunk out the window toward the lady in the car next to us. She looked over and I asked if she wanted some eggs. She was all sorts of confused and said no thank you. I kept a straight face and persisted, claiming the value of the egg. I told her it had cheese and pepper and was made with my mom’s love. She rolled her window up and kept looking at us…. So I began to dance. Sara and I giggled a bit as the light turned green.

Nothing really happened until lunch time. I was on my way to lunch with my very special lunch box and some underclassmen called me a stupid freshman. I said, “Actually I’m a senior, and this lunch box is the key to happiness.” They said, “Oh did your mommy pack it for you?” I said “Yes actually, comes equipped with a pudding cup, a sandwich with a stamp that says ‘I love you’, and a note from my mom also expressing her love.” Then I walked away swinging my lunch box like a kindergartener.  I showed everyone at lunch my cool sandwich…. They thought it was pretty cool.   

My typical Thursday? It’s not even noon…..

Head up. Eyes forward. Stand Out.

My life is average.

False advertisements.

Due to my lack of allure and, well.... Friends,I have spent a decent amount of time in the magical land of couch over the last few days and have noticed something outstanding........... First. The commercials for waxing products,No. Those aren't even realistic.Veet tells us that you can wax your legs, mustache, toes, crotch, and beard once and you won't even need to think about shaving for like 8 weeks. Alright that doesnt even sound healthy. Ok it sounds fucking awesome but couldn't possibly be safe. Here everyone rub this chemical on yourself, we promise it will fuck your hair follicles up to the point where your natural involuntary hair growths will stop for weeks!!..... Sounds safe. And in the commercials the lady doesn't even flinch when she rips her hair out of her bikini zone. She makes it look painless! Bitch. When I do it myself my expectations are like yea! No hair, no pain! Then when I actually do it I'm like "BAHHHHH my leg!!!!!!!!!" that shiz is not painless by any means, it feels like a dinosaur is chewing on your leg..... Veet screw you. I will not trust you!!! I also have a strong hate for tampon commercials. When you are on your period there is no fucking way you do flips and dance around in white clothes... No. When you are losing that much blood you are much more likely to sit on your couch with sweatpants and a hoodie eating Everything.... Ridiculous. Show me a commercial like that and I'll trust ya. If you are trying to get teenage girls and young women to buy your product how about you make it realistic. It happens every month I feel like we all know that shiz never actually happens like that. I need friends and less couch time.

Dateless Rage #4

Dish boy... well there isn't much to say about that one. Smoked a ton of weed and wanted nothing to do with me unless it was on his time. He made me think that maybe i could form a decent relationship. Nope. When he was done, he told me "I don't actually like you, I was just tired of not having a girl." Well Fuck you!!! I became his booty call.... classy. You were tired of not having a girl? Meaning you were tired of your special hand time and wanted someone else to do it for you. You are gross. Have fun doing it yourself because now you have nobody. Screw you.... literally. He used me like a druggie and their favorite crack pipe. See ya' at work champ. -_-

Dateless Rage #3

"B" and I broke up in January. At the beginning of February I met my Lorax (big environment buff). Lorax had the whole sweet jerk thing going on. We talked every night and texted almost all day, he told me a million time how "beautiful" i was and called me his girl. I liked that. I liked when he called me his. It made me feel like something of importance to someone...... Then he walked out too.....
The weekend before my birthday we were going to hang out while he was home from school.... I put my blue dress on and did my face all nice. I was looking good. I sat on the couch and waited.... He never showed. He never even texted me. My sister took me to dinner. I went on my date... with my sister. While at dinner I met my new coworker... Dish boy.

Dateless Rage #2

This little "rut" I've stumbled upon began about seven months ago when i started dating someone (let's call him "B" for privacy purposes). B was fun, strong, attractive....and detached. No matter what I did it was useless. We dated for about two months. He had a habit of blowing me off. One of the months we were together I saw him one time out of school.... One day... in a whole month. This would bother me but it pissed me off because he made plans with me almost every other day......... ONE TIME IN A MONTH AND I DIDN'T LEAVE HIM... I'm not sure why I didn't leave him. I'm not completely sure why I cried so hard when he left. I think It's because I can't stand watching a guy walk out. I act like i'm tough but oh do boys play my weakness like a fiddle. Screw Him.

Dateless Rage #1

What happens when a guy blows a little lady off? SHE GETS PISSED. What happens when you give a pissed off teenage girl a blog? SHE RAGES. Now, you see, for the past seven months I've been blown off more than I've actually been on a date! This angers me.
No. Scratch that.
This truly creates a fire within my stomach that i would like to shoot out of my eyes and set specific people aflame.
... THEN... dance around their flaming bodies like a Little Indian Girl on crack cocaine screaming, "SCREWWWWWWWWW YOU".... yes. yes, that would really make me happy. Thrilled honestly.
It's not just me. I know that every single girl alive has been through this. And it's grade A bullshit. I talk to a guy and he asks me if I want to go on a date/ hang out, I say yes, THEN I SIT MY HAPPY ASS ON THE COUCH AND WAIT FOR NOTHING.
I could add this to the "Douche on a Date" series except I'd have to go on the fuckin' date for it to even count!
I have become fed up. Meaning, it's time for a new blog series..... Lord have mercy.

The Uncomfortable Change

I'm not really sure how to approach this. I'm not the type of girl who can easily stop and talk about feelings with many people. I may possibly be one of the most vocal people you'll will ever encounter, however, I'm just as timid as I am outspoken. I may talk fast and loud about ridiculous things but do you ever think I may do that on purpose? I talk a lot so people can't see right through me. It wouldn't be hard, if someone asked just the right question or caught me at the right time. I talk so nobody questions, I talk to avoid, I talk to hide. I share my thoughts outwardly but am greedy when it comes to sharing emotions.
Unfortunately, I can't even blog successfully until I get this off my chest. I love to swim freely in my own thoughts but I haven't been able to do that. This change has been weighing me down like an anchor. I've been trying to tread water with the anchor attached...... I can't do it....... I'm drowning. I know I need saved.... But it seems as though there's no lifeguard on duty.
I feel like there are millions of changes happening in front of my face but i'm helpless.
When I was little my dad was my hero.  He taught me how to do cartwheels, how to dig for fishin' worms, and the magic of the world around me. We have become progressively distant in the past few years. Any adult would say "oh that's normal, you being a teenager", but I don't know. Sometimes I catch myself so mad at him. At one point I wished he would go away.... I've gotten my wish. He will be moving to Texas within the next few weeks due to work. He didn't think it would be fair to move me my senior year of high school so he plans to move there and when i graduate, my mom and brother will move down with him. My oldest sister just moved out and my other older sister will be moving away for college this coming fall. I feel like as soon as I graduate i'll have no family left. Sure, i'll see them on breaks when i drive down to Texas but what about the random weekends I just want to see my mom? I'll feel too far away. I'm also unsure about spending all summer on the other side of the country from my friends.
Fun fact for today- I have one year until my lacrosse career is over......
My best friend, ( the one taking the girl who tried to hit me with her car to prom), still isn't talking to me. Years ago I wrote him a notes and this week he decided to take those notes and give to someone else to give back to me.... I cried.
This on top of finals and college preparations......... needless to say the anxiety has been striving.  

When family bonding becomes exclusive

You know what is fabulous about having a blog? You can rant about anything you want. I would like to fill this space online with how my day went... I woke up and was boppin around feeling pretty incredible. Looked in the mirror and said "dang! I wake up fabulous!" (untrue). Went to school and a girl said I looked like a walking mint in my black pants and green button down... Rude. ---skip to lunch--- (psycho going to prom with my best friend/ talking to her Ginger friend loudly to make sure I can hear) "I got my dress, we are Goin to look so cute together" (blah blah blah) she glances at me and says "I hear you two are fighting or something" I told her she was the reason he hasn't talked to me all week and that she won. Then I threw a banana at her and laughed... Ha! Another uncoordinated day in gym... Enough said. When I get home I decide (being 220 pages behind in a class book) to read and tan by the pool. After a half hour I notice everyone was gone... I looked around and called everyone but nothing. Everyone left and left their phones here and went to dinner and a movie without saying they were leaving , let alone inviting me!! When they came home my mom asked what I was doing for dinner and I said I wasnt aware that I was eating alone again tonight and I didnt know where anyone was. Then I got called a brat... That's cool. I was like hey thanks for inviting me to family fun night. I'm sure it was hard to see me out the giant windows all over the backside of the house. Can't see anything out those! I later got pulled into helping my sister pick out a prom dress tomorrow and was subjected to hearing the wonderful commentary from my parents about why I'm not going to prom... After, my best friend finally talked to me. He asked for his stuff back and Said I threw our friendship away. My only response for the day is suck my big toe... Thank you

Prom Infuriates Me

Prom enrages me. What is even the point?! Girls on average will spend $200+ on a dress, $100+ on hair and makeup, $50+ on shoes, and $15+ on nails. Guys on average will spend $140+ on a rental tux, $50+ on tickets, $50+ on a limo, $50+ on dinner, and $5+ on condoms... plus the alcohol money for their "after-prom". For those of you who can't count... that's on average $660+ ON A HIGH SCHOOL DANCE.... let me break this down for you... A girl will spend 200+ on a dress they will wear one, maybe two times. 100+ on hair and makeup that will hardly last through pictures. 50+ on shoes that will be removed within ten minutes of reaching the dance. 15+ on nails they guy most likely won't even notice.... they do this so they can take pictures and go to the dance and act like Angelina Jolie. They secretly enjoy competing to see who is the fairest of them all. why else would they have to spend so much money?! ARE YOU GOING TO A HIGH SCHOOL DANCE OR ARE YOU GETTING MARRIED?! Most people don't even stay at prom long! They leave early for an after prom.... keep in mind, the tickets cost between $25-$50.
Every day I hear/see girl drama. Someone is always going on about who they hate at school.... If you hate everyone... why go stand in a room with them on a Saturday night, if not to prove that you are "prettier" than them?
Why not just do what you really want to do?! Look hot, take pictures of yourself (make sure you add them all to facebook so that everyone knows that you think you are pretty), pick at salad (because Lord knows if you eat LIKE A NORMAL PERSON, you will spontaneously burst through your dress like the incredible hulk), go drink (and throw everything up.. including your "salad"), and hook up with your boyfriend.... You would be doing all the tasks expected just cheaper. If I wanted to go to prom I would dress in overalls, high socks, pigtails, no make up, and dance in my basement to my own music... in fact, I PROBABLY WILL! Am I bitter?  No.  Why? Because, I know I'm beautiful and I plan to do that when I get married... maybe. It's a high school dance... chill bro....
The next girl to ramble about how much they are spending on prom... i'm going to punch... hard, right in the fake boob.

Are You ****in' Kidding Me?

In gym class, my best-guy-friend-in-the-universe, looks at me and smiles real big and says, "I'm going to prom." I was slightly confused and asked whom with and he tells me her name. SURPRISE SURPRISE SURPRISE. He is going to prom with the psychopath that tried to run me over with her car... WITH HER CAR! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! How was I supposed to respond. He asked me what I would say if he asked me, i said yea.... then he goes with nut-job. Granted, i'm not exactly, "sane" but I have yet to attempt steamrolling someone..... All I said was "Don't let her drive." Last week he said she was the most annoying girl on the planet... so logically he asked her to prom?! I know i should support my friends but.... shouldn't i be concerned for the well-being of his life?
...... (shakes head) crazy kids........
good luck with that one... couldn't see that going wrong at all....
On the upside, if he lives long enough to have kids, he could tell them how he went to prom with America's most wanted...

Douche on a Date #4

It's certainly been awhile since I've touched my "Douche on a Date" series.... lucky me I've got plenty of additions.
This one took place two weeks ago today. I started talking to this guy and began to really like... as i always do. We'll two weeks ago we were going to go out to celebrate my birthday... I put on my blue dress... pockets included,  did my face all nice, and shaved my arm pits...... i was looking good... let me tell you.
I texted him periodically throughout the day for an update but he failed to respond to any of my messages.. Needless to say... We did not go out that night.... NEEDLESS TO SAY AS IN HE DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING! Instead, I went to eat with my sister where we both work.... it was pleasant.
He texted me later saying "oh sorry" and my responses were very short for some crazy reason... the next day he calls me and acts like nothing happened... again i was short and he asked why I was pissy.... really? you need to ask?! he went on to say that after months of talking he didn't actually see it going anywhere.... Awesome...... Does this count as a "Douche on a Date" if we didn't actually go on the date?? yes. yes it does count because this is my blog, meaning i can do whatever i want.... Fun how that works out.

Things guys don't understand about girls

There are a ton of things girls do that I'm pretty sure guys will never understand. I decided to pick up my blog again and thought this was an appropriate topic due to the envitable prom season that has unfortunately arrived. 1.)I wear high heels because I work out and believe my legs look smokin' in them. Guys don't get why girls wear high heels.... Yes, some are painful but we like them! You play with airsoft/bb guns and that hurts but you play anyways! I love wearing heels. 2.) I dress up because I like to look like a lady now and then! People seem to forget that I'm indeed a woman so i dress nicely to remind everyone that I think I'm awesome. Guys don't get that I am dressing up because I like to feel pretty, I don't dress up for you. My promiscuity is not rapidly increased by the clothes I wear. Even though I am wearing a dress and heels, you still don't have a chance. Sorry... 3.) my parents named me kaitlynn. I go by Kaitie. My name is not babe, baby, sexy, or any other variation. stop it! 4.)we watch chick flicks because it's sometimes nice to pretend there actually is that "perfect guy". We spend everyday with you I think we deserve a little hallucination every now and then. I could go on for days.....

Cat Calls

Alright guys, seriously, enough with the cat calls, whistling, and "hey baby girls." What are you thinking? 

1. What type of attention are you trying to get out of a cat call? You do that to a girl that has some sense of self respect and its going to most likely irk her somewhat. Is it an attempt to get some kind of sexual attention? Cause honey, the only girl that would be responding like that is someones Baby-Momma from down that block with her hooch showing proud like her own national flag. Is that what you really what? Some other dudes left overs? No, no, no, no, screw finding someone you can have an intellectual conversation with, the easy girl is always the safe gamble right? Then again, if you are doing cat calls.... intellectual conversations may be out of your jurisdiction.  Hello Desperado. 

2. Whistling is appropriate for calling your stupid little lost dog..... do I look like your stupid little lost dog? No. Don't whistle at me, I won't take it as a compliment. 

3. "Hey baby girl" and any other variation is so original, thank you. You calling me your baby girl really just makes my life a happier thing. All day I secretly wrap my mind around you. I don't think about school or work or any other priorities... nope my mind is solely on you. I am also glad you picked up the idea that I can't possibly do better than you, so I would most likely respond accordingly. I am so pleased that you called me your baby girl, although you are a complete stranger, I feel as though my life is now worth living...... OH SORRY DID YOU PICK UP ANY SARCASM IN THAT ONE?! 

Knock it off, treat girls like trash and honey.... you'll get trash. 

A Spin On Homosexuality.

Although I obtain a heterosexual stance in relationships, I have some friends that are homosexual. They were friends before I knew, why would they not be after??
Love is a beautiful thing, why hide it?
Why love a specific gender just because it's "normal"?
I've almost hit the point of rage when it comes to the belief that "homosexuals will be damned to Hell"... Really?! Who gets to decide that? GIVE YOU A HINT....NOT YOU!  God will be the ultimate judge, He will decide who walks with him in the land of milk and honey.
The bible says: Leviticus 18:22: 
"You shall not lie with a male as those who lie with a female; it is an abomination." 

It says this but lets not get confused. The bible also contains a list of ten commandments....

Exodus 20.

"Have no Gods before me. Do not make for yourself a graven image. Do not use the Lord name in vain. Keep the Sabbath day holy. Honor thy father and mother. Do not kill. Do not commit adultery. Do not steal. Do not bare false witness. Do not covet." 

To all who judge the homosexual population... can you say you are innocent of all of these sins? 

Let the innocent be the first to cast stones.  When asked which commandment was the most important, the Lord answered "Love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your mind, with all your strength." .... The MVP of commandments did not say "Don't be gay." Jesus died for our sins, all of them. 

Some of my friends are really good people. God should be their only judge. Unfortunately, for now they will be judged by others, but I will not ever side with the hacklers.  God made them strong. Some deal with hate daily but they keep their heads up..... that takes more strength than a lot of heterosexuals may know. 

Only God shall be your judge. No human has the power he has. 

Be you, Love you. "Be not afraid, for I (God) am with you." 

I will forever stand by my friends. A CLOSED MIND COULD DEPRIVE YOU OF AMAZING THINGS. <3