2-23-10

why did I start a new blog? I honestly cannot answer that question.

On another note, I think I need to up my dosage of Zoloft. I'm not rockin' like I used to anymore, and it scares me and disappoints me.

On another (happier) note, I got a tattoo exactly one week ago! It's a tiny music note behind my ear. Still healing but I love it with all my heart. I know that even if music is not something that will stick with me for the rest of my life, I will still have a physical reminder of how it used to mean everything to me.

2/7/2010

What an interesting weekend this has been.

Friday, I went to dinner with my family minus two sisters. It was wonderful.

Yesterday, I went to a birthday party for a friend with DMD (Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy). It was interesting/wonderful to see how people in wheelchairs/people who have trouble functioning can still have a good time just like normal kids. We played Pictionary and had a Super Smash Bros. tournament. Just like regular teenagers. It was nice.

Today, I'm lazing around and not watching the super bowl. Might go to an anti-super bowl party but i don't know yet.

2-2-10.

I have serious beef with people who flirt through @reply messages. Do they really think I want to read every single update in their relationship? If so, then they have serious issues.

Honestly, what is the issue people have with using cell phones? Is that "moving too fast" or something? I just don't get it. If you want to tell someone something as mundane as, say, what time you'll be waking up or what your favorite juice is, then please just text message them. And if you're thinking, "why would I do that? those things are too mundane to text about", then maybe you shouldn't TWEET about them either! Because only one person- if that- cares about what your favorite juice is or what time you're waking up, and surely you can communicate these things in a more private manner.

*/rant*

2-1-10.

my theory on high school:

begins okay for about 2 months to 1 semester. you think, "hey, this isn't so bad. this might even be a fun, enjoyable experience!".

Path 1: Continue this way on to graduation.

Path 2: Something catastrophic happens, whether to yourself, with friends or in regards to family issues. You will spend the next six semesters feeling self conscious and idiotic. Then during the eighth and final semester of high school (or when you turn eighteen, whichever comes first) you will realize you were just being a melodramatic teenager and that you really had no serious issues during the past three years. You will then get the mentality of "i'm almost done, who gives a shit" and begin wearing yoga pants on a frequent basis.

or maybe that's just me.