Whoops :p Sorry!
I’ve decided to just blog in English because it’s much easier for me to convey my thoughts that way. My Swedish practice can wait, I suppose. I also changed the point of this blog. I’m mostly going to write about things that are happening in pop culture or just things that are relevant in the news lately. My life is just a tad bit too boring to seriously write about
I believe that I forgot to tell all of you…
Six days ago was my birthday :]
I turned 14.
Okay goodbye :]]
The ONE year that we don’t have to make up the snow days at the end of the year,
WE NEVER HAVE A FUCKING SNOW DAY.
FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK FUCK.
Remember those days when you spent hours upon hours outside, on the trampoline with all your neighborhood buddies? Or Rollerblading and going swimming with those same buddies in the summer heat? Or biking, running, playing ball, or even just lazing around outside. I remember opening up a lemonade/snowcone stand with my older sister and around six of my favorite neigborhood friends, who are Hellen, Josh, (<– they are siblings) Arvin, Larry, (<— also siblings), Michelle (same name as me), and occasionally, Holly. I remember lying on the trampoline bed with them, exhausted after jumping for atleast an hour straight. I remember the chilly fall wind blowing against me as we had bike races down our very leveled hill. I remember planning parties and picnicks that never really came to life. I remember braiding eachother’s hair, giving the girls makeovers. I remember poking fun at the boys and competing with them in races. I remember spending hours under (yes, under) Hellen and Josh’s deck, throwing rocks through the holes the deck walls had. I can even remember the unfathomable amount of time we had spent at our neighborhood pond, looking for the occasional fish or turtle.
When did all those hours of playing outside turn into hours of studying and secluding ourselves from the old neighborhood friends?
I can describe my last summer in full detail in ONE SENTENCE.
“Spent it all in my room, except for a week was spent in the upper east side.”
Gosh. My summers before fifth grade… they were filled with endless adventures with friends. I would do something new everyday.
Now one of my friends is getting ready for college, the other has a girlfriend whom he spends all his time with (we aren’t that close anymore, anyway), another is a possible druggie, and the others just didn’t stay in touch…
I hadn’t noticed, to tell you the truth.
But when I sit and think about it, I really do miss those water balloon fights and walks to Dominick’s.
not that any of you care,
but IM BACK.
Of beauty, that is. Seriously. What the fuck is this?
Okay, okay. Stop with the Booing. I KNOW this is an old picture, but she’s a friggin’ MESS!
Like, seriously, Courtney Love, get yo’ act togetha, sistah!!! As if her crazy heroin-open-sore lips weren’t enough, she had to put on H1N1 blush and crazy double Marilyn Manson blue contacts! And then she goes ahead and schlacks on some spidery mascara.
I have no respect for these types of people
“Ooh la la, sexy family members” is what you all think when you see your cousins. Right? Of course not. I came across something very interesting today on Feministing:
The usual argument for someone that is anti-gay marriage is that they want to maintain the sanctity of marriage. That was New Jersey’s *reason*.
Do you know what kind of marriages New Jersey allows? The straight marriages and the– get this– marriage between first cousins.
Huh. Seems as though New Jersey is just discriminatory.
Here are the states that cousin marriage is legal:
District of Columbia
North Carolina*Rhode Island
Sanctity, my ass.
Ya’ll assholes better stop using sanctity as an excuse, because it’s really not going to work.