If I were a boy...

I've been having problems lately with those of the opposite gender. Those caveman like beings called males. Ugh. *Shudders*

For once I'd like to just go up to one and just tell their ear off.
Because I'm angry. With every single one of them.

I'm angry with the ones that are so achingly gorgeous that they think they can get anything they want, so the day that they don't their angry and insecure so they decide to try and seduce a poor fourteen year old girl into doing things she doesn't want to for the sake of their ego. I cannot stand those boys and quite frankly if one does happen to come on the trip to Fall Creek Falls this week like I hear he is he may not make it home in the same condition he left if I have my way.

Pray that I don't have my way. That wouldn't be good.

I'm angry with the lazy boys who don't do anything with their lives, but play video games, eat cold pizza, and watch endless marathons of Star Wars, the classics. Who don't bother to shut the toliet seat when their done or flush the commode. Who refuse to clean when asked and seem to be blind to mess. And THEN leave unexpectedly when told that if he didn't get his lazy monkeys butt up that he'd have to clean the bathroom, leaving me to clean the whole house BY MYSELF. Or face the wrath of the man we call Father.

Ugh. Men.

Like Hannah Montana says, "You guys aren't good for anything except changing tires... and coming downstairs with a bat when we think we hear something."

Driver licence-less blues

I've found that I tend to blog more often when I have nothing to say, rather than when I do.

Why?

I have no idea. Boredom brings out better writing than an eventful day does I suppose. Sucks though because since I only tell about when I don't have anything going on all you guys think that I don't actually have one. Which I do. Sort of.

Its so funny how I blog like I have more than two people who only sometimes read it.

Call it optimism, call it being delusional. I don't care.


So I'm skipping out on church tonight.
Both of the parental units are out of town and it would be too much work to try and figure out a way to get there. Seeing as I'm about to be seventeen and don't even have my drivers permit, that could pose a problem.
Don't judge me. I have a busy mother who won't take me and... Ya, know what? I'm not going to explain myself. Judge me if you want to! I don't care...

Okay, maybe I do. Please don't think I'm a loser.
Because I'm not.
Much anyway.

ANYWAY. Back to church. I swear I think I have the attention span of a two year old.

I'm sad that I'm not going tonight and then again I'm not. Because going would mean I would have to make more decisions that I would like to make.
Like, 1) which church am I going to? Smyrna or Beaver?
2) what the heck am I going to wear?
3) Do I even like myself enough today to shower, much less waste makeup, shampoo and energy on the smidgen of a chance that someone may talk to me?
4) Do I want to chance social rejection by no one talking to me?
5) How am I getting there and how am I getting home?

See what I mean, too many decisions, too much stress... I'm skipping tonight. Call me a sinner or a pagan or whatever, but you try to be in my driver licence-less predicament and see how you turn out.

I've done nothing all day.
Since the parents are gone I spent the night with my grandma last night with my eight year old sister and have been here all day. I'm tired from sitting here doing nothing and need to do something productive. Like clean something... Shower maybe.
We're going home soon though so that makes me happy.

If I had my licence this would all be different.

Darn my procrastinating and lazy nature!

Whats the BIG deal?

I'm sitting in my aunt's bedroom while she's all the way across the world in Japan chewing my finger nails so short that they hurt and contemplating what the heck is the BIG deal? About everything. About nothing. What's our obsession with big things? Why do we always follow the moto "bigger is better"? Except when it comes to fat people of course. Now when that stupid idea would have been helpful to me is when theres an exception to the rule. I am that exception to that particular rule.
Sad day.
I'm just wondering, dear world of bloggers, why do we have to always pursue the "big fish" in the world and chase the "big dreams", why can't we be satisfied and contented with smaller things? Happy with stuff that may not seem important, but actually has more value than all of the big ole electronic crap we buy put together.
I prose a challenge to you guys and to myself.
Learn to be happy with what you have and take joy in the small things. A cool breeze on a hot summer day. A picnic in the park. A beautiful sunset. A particularly brillant quote. A touching word of advice from a friend.
If we learn to love what we have then I'm pretty sure that what we have will become more loveable. And we, people, will be happier.
Thats what I'm saying... I don't know why, but I'm saying it.


J.