pet peeve of the day.

Man sandals or flip flops. aka, mandals. Nobody likes feet that much, except for those weirdos with foot fetishes. But anyway, no feet are that great, but man feet, those are not meant to be parading around and displayed in little flippy floppies. I don't want to see your hairy toe knuckles. No. Stop it. Burn those mandals. Thanks.

thanks a lot hashtag yolo.

So, like I said earlier, i'm screwed. Why? because of stinkin' YOLO. Now everybody is constantly telling the community all the cool things they're doing via facebook, twitter, and instagram. "Did something awesome today! #yolo" shutupshutupshutup. I know there is no way that people are having all that much fun, especially where I live. Yet they still feel the need to tell every one about it.  The other day I saw a picture of these idiots kids cliff diving. Sure, that's super fun, but wouldn't a more fitting hashtag would be: yodo (you only die once) or yogotmcagbd (you only get one too many concussions and get brain damage). So I started using this saying in complete irony, "watched re- runs of friends all day. yolo." It got me thinking though, maybe I'm not making the most of my highschool experience... So maybe... maybe I'll start doing things spontaneously. Once I can gather the strength to get myself off my couch and put a bra on, I'll go outside and try this "yolo" thing that all the kids are talkin about.

the beginning of a realization

I consider myself a realist. Sometimes, while being the realist that I am, I am caught up in pretending to be a pessimist. You know, teen angst and stuff.  My natural nature however reverts me back to my secretive optimism and complete hopeless ramantism. See, I'd like to be cool like the rest of my peers and be too cool to care about anything, except about saving the planet by making my own compost. But the truth is, worms are gross, and so is the fact that I still have one year of highschool pretending to relate on some level with all those cookie- cutter teenagers of whom I am forced to be in contact with on a daily basis. And that is where my true natured optimism kicks in, telling me that there has got to be more than this. But the realist part of me brings to my attention that adults are always saying that highschool is the best years of your life. And if that is true, I'm screwed.