Confession #6: boys are dumb:P

Guys are utterly helpless. They try and try but they just can't seem to do anything on their own. It seems mean and all to say something like that, but I have had several situations where boys became helpless little creatures. For example, my cousin just had his very first high school dance. He called me in such a panic that I couldn't help laugh. His MOM thought that a, "nice pair of jeans would be fine for homecoming." Those were her exact words. So I told him to work his a** off and get money because we were going shopping! I quickly gathered a few close friends: my best friend, my best friend's older sister, and one very metrosexual guy friend. We set out to find the best clothes for him. Six hours, four stores, and a very awkward moment of being measured by the oldest woman known to mankind, we got him looking very gentlemanly. It made us laugh so very much when all of us had to teach him how to tie a tie. It was 

quite an experience for me. Another time when a  boy was positively hopeless was when a guy liked me and I knew he did but he just didn't have the balls to ask me out on a date. He was a sweet boy so I almost had to ask him myself! I'm old-fashioned like that. I think that guys should do certain things. But don't tell anybody else that. If there is anybody even reading this, it's our little secret, okay? Yeah. Oh, I guess that I will stop teasing the guys now. They do have to do quite a bit for us girls. For example, they constantly work out, and they make themselves emotionless. Did you know that almost all men are emotionally unstable? And that if they were to cry just once a month that they would be stable? Even though women, as a whole, are constantly berated for being emotionally crazy, we are way better at dealing with out emotions than guys. Okay, I'm done for now. Time to get ready for homecoming next week! Love you all, if there's anybody who is actually reading this... Hope you have a great day and if a person tries to hit on you, pretend you are a lesbian!                                                                                                    

confession #5: the weekend of absolute nothingness

First off, I spent my entire weekend huddled up underneath my sparkly, pink, barbie, blanket wearing ducky pajamas and matching slippers because it was cold and rainy all weekend. I didn't even go to the football game on friday. So yeah. I didn't feel like venturing out into the world. Did I mention that nothing was accomplished at all? Oh well. So the start of my weekend on Friday, after school, my friend was home sick so I came over to make her feel better. We ended up at the grocery store, (she wore her peguin-bodysuit-pajamas) buying the tube of sugar cookies because she needed some type of comfort food:) and then we ate half and somehow managed to get a dozen into the oven without eating the rest. Then, I had to zip on over to another friend's house for her birthday party, where I spent half an hour eating pizza because I always come 30 minutes ahead of time to help with any last-minute emergencies. It watoreally good food :DKl: (person riding a skateboard btw) Anyways, then I ran back to my house and we went to my grandparent's house because they picked up our new car for us! It was really nice of them:D Now, I get my mom's old car and she gets the really pretty car. Which is pretty fantastic. Oh, and since my grandparents are retired, they are selling one of their trucks, so we might buy it and Dad will sell his big, ugly one. Yay! We are doing a lot of vehicle switching lately. But that means that I don't have to spend nearly as much on gas as I used to! Back to my little blurb about how much I did over the weekend (nothing), they have a little cottage-type thing away from the actual house so I dragged all of the heaters I could find, packed in enough food to feed me for years, and watched Mean Girls, The Little Mermaid, The Lion King, Hercules, and Cinderella all in less than 24 hours. I really try to accomplish things in my spare time, if you couldn't tell. We got back a couple hours ago. And I still haven't done anything. But I looked at my calendar I won't have a free DAY untill the end of November. THAT'S EIGHT WEEKENDS IN A ROW OF CONSTANT BUSY-NESS. It's not okay with me right meow. Okay, I'm done. Have an amazing day and doing something great! Bye.

confession #4 sleep deprivation=funny stories:

Not sleeping is something that every teenager has to deal with. Being in many clubs, AP classes, extra-curriculars, and trying to get a job, however, means that I get even less sleep. It is almost impossible to not be exhausted at least once during your high school career. Unless you are a robot. But then again, I am sure that even robots break down and start freaking out and killing everybody because of a glitch or something like that. Being sleep deprived is not good. It can lead to stress, bad grades, and some very odd texts because your brain is so overly exhausted that it can't handle anything right meow. Sleeping in on the weekends doesn't work either. I have tried to add more sleeps in on the weekend to make up for staying up all night finishing a project. You end up staying up the night afterwards because your body gets used to sleeping in. Sleeping pills work until you build up a tolerance. Quick side note: my dog is laying under my bed because she is afraid of rain. So weird. Haha anyways... sleeping in class is a 50-50 chance. You can't depend on it and waking up with a puddle of drool on your arm is not attractive. Sorry to burst your little bubble there. Texting without sleeping, or even trying to communicate with the world is always sketchy. Imagine trying to talk as a two-year-old. It makes perfect sense to your half-asleep mind, but to the outside world you're saying, "booadahldajfkdoalfhda." Not, "I feel that the air is rather chilly, wouldn't you agree kind sir?" (say it in a british accent. i know you want to.) Trying to stay awake in class is like trying to put lipstick on with your boobs. Yes, that was a bad reference to The Breakfast Club. Deal with it. It's impossible unless you are very skilled in the art. You can't even blink your eyes or else you will wake up with the teacher hovering over you and all the other kids are staring awkwardly. No bueno. So to sum up: sleeping is impossible. Drink coffee. But if you go to dutch bros. and tell them your plight, they might just give you an ER-911 which is a large irish cream coffee with SIX espresso shots. You will feel like your having a heart attack and you might just run a couple miles. Not that it ever happened to me, of course. Just saying that its a possibility. So don't do it. Or do it. I don't care, it's your decision, not mine. Aight time to actually accomplish something! Good night :D

Random picture to share with whoever wants to see it:)

Confession #3: Homecoming boycott

Haha so I just realized that I'm not blogging on what I said I would. And you all out there will probably roll your eyes and be all judgey McJudgernot towards but here we go.

My obsessions of Disney movies AND making fun of my peers all wrapped up in one little picture? Score! Okay, so since I got that out of my system, onto something that doesn't make me too much of a werido. Homecoming! I have been asked to homecoming, which is in a few weeks, but I told him no. I should have gone but lesbihonest. I hate people. As a majority, of course. I don't mean to be rude, or anything, but I can't stand being around some people. They annoy me and it makes me irratated. So homecoming just does not sound appealing. Even though I would love to go with the guy who asked because I have had a little crush on him for almost a year now. But anyways, I love dressing up, doing my hair, make-up, and nails, but it is still kind of annoying. That's why I am ignoring the dance, and just buying a pizza and having a couple of my guy friends over for a gaming session. That might sound dirty, but hey, YOLO:)


I really don't see the point of those dresses. Why would you do that to yourself? Those sleeves. That should not have happened. I am so happy I missed that era. Oh, a quick little side note, homecoming week is amazing. We dress up in spirit gear, there are parties, messy ways, and the big bonfire. I know that it is cheesy and all, but it really helps the school come together as a whole. I love it being on the yearbook stafff because we always get great photos of people sliding in chocolate syrup and throwing colored flour at each other. It is an amazing bonding moment for all. Plus, guys take their shirts off when they get dirty and that's always fun to see:) Okay, now I'm done. maybe. See you tomorrow for another episode into the inner thoughts of the weridest teen in the history of the world. Not even exaggerating! Good night

Confession #2: FOOD!!!

So, some people don't know this, but almost any teenage girl that you will ever  meet will tell you that we absolutely love food. That's why if you bring us food, no occasion needed, we will probably love you for the rest of your life. Unless you are really creepy and/or scary and then we will run away awkwardly. True story. But, this is  a somewhat well-kept secret. I don't know about any of you out there in this overly populated world, but I do NOT want a attractive guy to know that my friends and I go to Wal-Mart at 2AM to get big jugs of juice, chips, and cookies and play Halo for 12 hours straight. It's just not appealing. It's not like we are gross slobs who don't care what we look like. It's just that everyonce in a while, you get tired of trying to look exceptionally hot for everyone. So you give up for a weekend. Anyways. Food is good. Mad teenage girl = usually hungry teenage girl. If you give food to me, I will probably love you forever. That's how you get a girlfriend. Buy them lunch too. That's good. Food. Okay bye for now! Tomorrow I will talk about how nobody ever has clothes they want. =^.^=

Confession #1: relationships, kissing, and boys, oh my!

Okay, so I know that I shouldn't be doing the things that I do. Beleive me, I went through the whole junior high sex education. You probably know the one. Nurse comes in during P.E. and the girls and guys, in separate rooms, watch the "video." And it is incredibly awkward and the nurse asks "do you have any questions?" Nobody ever does. So anyways, I have never really liked the thought of being in a long-term relationship in high school. It never ends well, unless you count my parents, who were high school parents and have been married for twenty years now. So I have watched my friends get into these relationships, ditch their friends, and then get dumped and freak out and cry for DAYS. I did not want to go through that whole process thing so I did something else. This will blow your mind. No joke. I DIDN'T GET A BOYFRIEND. It's crazy, I know. This is what happens. If I am interested in a guy, I go on dates with him and then we might mess around, but never anything past PG-13. And, this is the unbelieveable part, I have only been a number of guys that I can count with one hand. This way, I get the best of both worlds. I can't get hurt, but I can have fun and a boy tells me that I'm beautiful and we hang out. It's foolproof, and nobody would dare call me a slut or a prude:) All right, I am done for today. Come back tomorrow for another confession!