Angry Rant- Periods

            Fuck periods. It just seems like they try to sabotage your life. Go on vacation, period. Big social event, period. I mean come on! Honestly, do I really need to be punished for not being pregnant? Like hello, virgin over here.

            It’s just like congratualations, you’re not pregnant! Just for being awesome we’re gonna ruin your plans, no swimming, no white pants; oh, and enjoy those bumpy car rides. Yep, I swear every time I’m on my period I’m stuck in a damn long-ass car ride on a road that’s bumpy as hell. Can you say uncomfortable?

            Aside from the sudden urge to find the closest bathroom, bipolar mood swings, and obnoxious bloating, it’s a fucking joke that we have to act completely normal or people get pissed at us. Yeah, I’m moody. No, I’m not trying to cop an attitude. So please, back off for like 4 or 5 days, and come back to me when I’m normal. K thanks.

 

 

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Freckles

            Normal girls- lay in the sun without sunscreen, get a nice even tan and some cute freckles. Me- stands in the sun for 5 minutes while wearing sunscreen, is covered from head to toe in freckles. I’m naturally pale with freckles, and I don’t tan. So it kind of bothers me when girls go around saying “oh my freckles are coming out”. Like bitch go away, you only like them in the summer. You don’t have to deal with them year round. You have cute little sporadic freckles, not a face full of them.

            Don’t get me wrong, I love my freckles. But I can’t stand girls that brag about how cute their little summer freckles are. Like no, go away.

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Pet Peeve- Rude Comments from Biased Opinions

            You wanna know what really pisses me off sometimes? When the supporters of someone who didn’t win make comments like “you were so much better than her” and “you deserved it, you should’ve won”. They never consider what the winner is thinking when they overhear these comments. The people that say those things don’t even consider how much effort the winner put into whatever contest this was. All they think about is their biased opinions about someone who probably didn’t win fair and square.

            Yes, I understand that in the heat of the moment you want to comfort someone after they’ve been beat. They probably tried hard to win, and may or may not have thought that they deserved to win. But going around proclaiming how unfair it was that the winner won isn’t gonna make anyone else feel better. Sometimes you need to know when to shut up and hold it until later. If you feel like making these comments to make the “loser” feel better, do it in private. Cause often the winner worked very hard to win and doesn’t need your biased opinions to bring them down.

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Don't Let Your Fears Stop You

            I can’t say that I have a “worst fear” that I’m deathly scared of and it controls my life. However, I tend to forget how much I hate heights until I’m thrown into a situation where I’m up in some high up place and can’t help but look down.

            It hit me again yesterday when I was out on vacation. We went to a place called Wonderworks. It’s a lot of fun interactive exhibits, and there’s ropes courses and laser tag and lots of family fun stuff. I didn’t think the ropes course would be that bad, until I got hooked in, went up, and looked down. You’re pretty much standing on this platform (without any railings!) while being hooked in by this 1” thick rope. You then have two choices- walk around on more 1” thick ropes, or just go back down. Well the first time I went up, I got up there, mini freaked out, managed to get across one of the ropes sections, then proceeded to quickly get back down to ground level.

            After collecting myself and reevaluating which sections of the course were at least slightly safer, I managed to convince myself to go back up. This time I actually made it across a few different sections. I’m proud of myself for going back up and trying again. Maybe not conquering my fear, but not letting it stop me.

            Now as if I hadn’t had enough fear induced, adrenaline pumping action for the day, I decided to go zip lining. I was okay when I got harnessed in. But then they made me wait for almost 45 minutes. Of course this time allowed my mind to think of all the terrible things that could happen while I was hanging from a cable three stories up in the air. Once they finally let us go up the tower, I was okay walking up, but then they made me step up to the edge of the platform. Trust me, if you’re standing on the edge of a platform three stories up over a lake, you start to freak out a little. But once I went it was so much fun. I’m so glad I didn’t let my fears stop me.

 

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Angry Rant- They're Replacing my Locker!

            Is it bad that I’m getting genuinely upset about the fact that they’re replacing my locker? I’m actually really angry, sad, annoyed, and generally overwhelmed by this. This has been my locker since the first day of freshman year; now 3/4 of the way through my senior year they decide to tear it down?

            Since my freshman year, they’ve been gradually replacing all the lockers at my school each summer. Being one of the last sets of lockers left, my locker was next to go. But when they didn’t replace it this past summer, I figured it would stay at least until I graduated. But no. I walk into school today and there’s a note on my locker saying “clean out your locker by Friday, it will be replaced over April Break”. I mean come on! You cannot just do it like this. Did they really just give me two days notice that they’re ripping apart the little piece of that school that was all mine?

            My first reaction was sadness. I love my locker. All the new lockers are top/bottom lockers. But my old one is 3/4 of the way up, then it has a cubby on top. It’s a great size and shape for all of my stuff. Of course then I felt angry. I was just given two days to clean out and get rid of the thing that was all mine. With all these emotions I kind of went around throwing mini temper tantrums all day. But could you blame me?

            I mean now I have to worry about having someone above or below me, learning a new combination, and dealing with the hideous burgundy color that they new lockers will be. Ugh, like did they really have to do this now? Couldn’t they have just waited until the summer?

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Party Stories- White Out Dance

            So Friday night was my last high school dance :’( It was the White Out Dance and we (Student Council) spent so much time planning it. Aside from the depressing moment when I realized it was my last dance, it was so much fun!

            Like I’ve mentioned, I’m kind of expected to “party hard” now, so yeah, alcohol was secretly involved. (Note to self for next time- no matter what you add to Four Loko, it still tastes fucking disgusting.) But I love to just be able to go crazy and have fun without anyone worrying about it. I love dancing and having fun, and letting loose.

            Again there’s always that awkward story that comes out of it. This time it was having absolutely no idea who I danced with. I think it was a freshman; but then again, I didn’t even look at him so I’m going off of what other people said. He kinda just came up behind me and asked if I wanted to dance so I was like sure. Advice to guys that don’t know how to grind- don’t be afraid of touching her. Don’t thrust yourself into her but like he wasn’t touching me! (aside from his hands kind of being on my hips)

            But I wouldn’t change that night. I actually kind of had a dancing partner most of the night (someone different than the freshman), and I got to enjoy myself one last time. Up next, prom prep.

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Funny Class Story

            Funny story about phones in class. First some background knowledge- my school has this new “BYOD” (bring your own device) policy this year. Lots of students use it as an excuse to text in class. Although most teachers find it irritating, I do have one teacher that understands the shenanigans of our class, and accepts the humor of it.

            It started when one person was texting, so he confiscated his phone and put it on a desk at the front. The second person started using his phone for a semi-legitimate BYOD use, but didn’t really put it away after and started texting; so his phone got confiscated too. A few minutes later, the second phone starts ringing, and keeps ringing. It then comes to everyone attention that another kid in class is calling that phone. So phone number three gets confiscated. Now phone number three starts ringing. The teacher gets smart and looks at it to find that another kid in the class is calling it. Four phones are now confiscated. Then just at add to it, a kid throws his phone up front.

            Honestly that was one of the most entertaining classes ever. So if someone’s phone ever gets confiscated in class and you want to mess with people, start calling it.

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Celebrity Spotlight

            I’m kind of questioning what makes “celebrities” so much more important than normal people. When something happens to a celebrity, people make such a big deal out of it. But when that same thing happens to a normal person, people just go about their day, pause to show some form of concern, then move on.

            Example 1: Kevin Ware, Louisville basketball player compound break during an Elite Eight game on Sunday. Yes, I will admit that his injury was gruesome and difficult to watch- and I’m really tired of people posting pictures of it! However, there are so many worse injuries that happen to people every day that society just ignores.

            Example 2: Shain Gandee, MTV personality from the show Buckwild, found dead on Monday. Social networks were filled with mourning thoughts about a “drunk hillbilly”. Can you imagine how many other people died that day? Whether it be natural death, accidental, or even murder, so many other people are dealing with the death of someone who actually meant something to them in their life. Monday also announced the death of US soldier Michael Cable. Did most of society care about this? No, they cared more about over reacting to the death of someone who was doing much less for society.
            I understand that celebrities are constantly in the public eye, and have reputations to uphold so that they can continuously be positive influences. However, what makes them so much more special? If they do one action that other people do every single day, it’s so much more important because they’re a celebrity. It just doesn’t make sense.

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