My Family is so Embarrassing

My family is the most embarrassing thing to go out in public with. Honestly, I can’t stand it sometimes. We can’t go out to eat and just have a normal dinner. Nooo, someone has to make some stupid comment, do something absolutely ridiculous, or bring negative attention to us in whatever way they can think of. I can’t stand it! Can we please just be mature and not look stupid? Sometimes I’d rather sit at home alone than go out with certain people in my family.

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How to Piss Me Off

There’s a lot of things that irritate me, anger me, and just downright piss me off. Once you start pissing me off, it just gets easier and easier to irritate me. If you’re a guy, here are six easy steps to piss me the hell off- 1. Make me second to a fucking Xbox. 2. Go out without me and ask why I didn’t come. Hello, I wasn’t invited! It was not “implied”. 3. Call me babe thinking it will fix everything 4. Calling me another girl’s name. 5. Trying to make me your go-fer. It’s not my job to go pick things up for you. 6. Ignore me all day then ask for naked pictures.

Yes, this has all happened; and within a matter of like 2 hours. Needless to say he had a lot of redeeming to do. But bottom line, don’t piss me off; once you do you’re just digging yourself deeper and deeper into that hole.

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True Life: I'm an Inner Whore

This is kind of a joke between me and a friend, and somehow there’s an inside joke within my friend group that I’m some sort of major whore. Let’s just clarify this right now- I am in no way a whore. I didn’t have my first kiss until I was 17. The only two guys I’ve ever kissed are two of my best friends. On the bases scale, the farthest I’ve gotten is to second. So yeah, I’m not actually a whore.

But god sometimes I really just wish I could go out and be a major whore for just one night, then return to my normal life like nothing ever happened. I wanna dress like a whore, act like a whore, and just let my inner whore out. Cause really, if I wanted to go out and be a whore all the time I could, but I don’t want to be known as one. I just want one night to let it all out and see what it’s like.

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Sexting

So basically, we’re teenagers; we’re quickly developing sexual beings. Hormones going crazy, so obviously us teens just go crazy. And when you can’t be all over someone, the next best thing is porn or sexting. (Okay so “legally” you can’t watch porn until you’re 18, but we all do it so, oh well. It happens)

I don’t know about your life, but in my life there’s two kinds of sexting-- picture sexting and talking sexting. Personally, I hate picture sexting, I love talking sexting. As much as I’m comfortable with my body, I don’t feel comfortable flaunting it sexually. I have small boobs, bony sides, and a decent sized ass. And to my knowledge, two out of three of those are not sexually attractive qualities. And on top of that- guys, you’re dick is not attractive! Unless I’m already horny, it’s not gonna turn me on. Chiseled abs and a smile are so much more attractive, but that’s not “sexting”.

But talking sexting is like sharing my sexual fantasies. Trust me, it turns me on so much more. But it also lets me feel like I do have the perfectly sexy body. Cause I can say the right things, and act like I know exactly what I’m doing. It’s kind of the best of everything, role playing, sexting, and me feeling more confident.

Now is this just me, or is it a girl thing, or do other people actually feel this way? I mean guys push so much for naked pictures, and it’s not what I want to show you. I’d rather talk about how sexy I can be instead of try and impress you with my tiny boobs and bony sides. You’ll get so much more out of me if you don’t push me for pictures.

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Community Service- A Chance to Help Others

One of the most rewarding feelings you can ever have is knowing that you’ve helped those around you. As an active community service volunteer I try to find ways to do this all the time. From cooking and serving meals at local soup kitchens, to volunteering at events for the Special Olympics and Epilepsy Society, or teaching kids at church and Pop Warner, having fun is just a bonus on top of knowing that you’ve helped someone.

Getting involved is easy. Large organizations (such as the Special Olympics) have websites listing volunteer opportunities. Often school clubs set up community service opportunities, and youth groups may have activities too. Service to others will not only benefit them, but will also benefit yourself. A well rounded person is one who is able to put aside themselves to be able to assist those around them.

Helping others can be so simple, cook a meal for someone in need, donate old stuffed animals, help someone if you see them in need. It is rewarding for everyone.

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First World Problems

After Hurricane Sandy passed through yesterday, I had to get out of the house today. So I met a few friends at Froyo World. We get to the register to pay, I hand them my points card, and the girl says the system is shut down since it’s based in New Jersey. Like what the hell?! We just bought like 3 lbs of froyo and I can’t use my card. Do you know how many points that is??? Ughh, first world problems.

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General Thoughts- Love

“He’s like in love with you!” Yeah, I wish. We hug, we cuddle, we’ve seen the best and worst of each other. Yet we’re still just friends. Why???? Love is too confusing.

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Luck2Tuck- 10/9/2012

*This entry is dedicated to Tucker Gowen- a classmate who will forever live on in our hearts*

Luck2Tuck

Never Give Up

It’s been a tough week. Last Tuesday, my community received the news that one of my classmates- Tucker- who had been battling Acute Myeloid Leukemia for the past seven months, passed away. It was such a shock to everyone. He had put up such a strong fight, but an infection quickly compromised him. The proceeding week was filled with emotion.

Most of students found out briefly after school let out on Tuesday. During that time, I was counting homecoming ballots. Although homecoming king and queen is generally a popularity contest, we try to emphasize that the king and queen should be spirited members of the student body who work hard to represent the school. Tucker was that person. I received the news just as I was counting ballots with his name on them. Even though he had been in the hospital for seven months, he was still a member of the school, still a part of the community.

Tuesday afternoon was rough. I managed to hold myself together until I got home. Wednesday at school was even harder. The hallways were silent. Every student- even those that never had the privilege of meeting Tucker- was truly affected by the shocking news. Tears, hugs, and emotion became the norm for several days.

Ever since Tucker received his diagnosis, the community has rallied behind him. Through his battle- the ups and downs- and now, through his memory. On Wednesday the school opened up the auditorium for any student to write a message on. On Thursday, there was a Walk of Light in his memory. Over 1500 people showed up to walk around the track, and listen to speakers. The amount of support coming in from the entire community was overwhelming to everyone.

The wake on Friday and funeral on Saturday were some of the hardest times. We were all still in the mourning stage. Still trying to fathom the fact that someone could die so young. Though Tucker was not “suffering” for a large part of his battle, he was placed in ICU for the last month and truly was suffering. It was reassuring to know that he was not suffering anymore. Yet we still found it difficult to understand why he had to go through it, why he had to go.

Tucker truly was the most uplifting person many people have ever met. He had a contagious smile, vibrant personality, and heart of gold. He was a son, a brother, a classmate, an athlete, and so much more. In his obituary, his mother- who documented his, and his family’s, journey since March- wrote,

“God saw you getting tired, and a cure was not to be. So he put His arms around you, and whispered “Come to me.” With tearful eyes we watched you, and saw you slip away. Although we loved you dearly, we could not make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands at rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the best.”

            Tucker will forever be in our memories. The colors orange- the Leukemia awareness color- and green- Tucker’s favorite color- will forever be cherished. Luck2Tuck will always be in our hearts, on our minds, and never far from our thoughts.

Rest in Peace Tucker. 9/4/1994 - 10/9/2012

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Let's Get This Off My Chest

So, umm, I kinda made out with my best friend. When people say it kind of just happened, well that’s what happened. I mean I guess I knew it was gonna happen, but then again it kinda just happened. Usually I’m the person that has to tell at least someone so I’m like itching about keeping this a secret (it was just kind of mutually decided to do so). All good now that that’s off my chest.

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General Thoughts- Christmas Socks

Everyone always thinks it’s weird when I tell them that I only wear christmas socks with my Uggs. (I guess it’s a weird conversation if you’re talking about that anyways). But there’s logic behind it. I can’t wear ankle socks because they wiggle off my feet in my boots. And they really don’t make high enough socks that come in cute, normal patterns. So what I’m left with is wearing christmas socks evrytime I wear my uggs. (or, ocassionally, knee socks)

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