Call to Jesus Session: Juniors

It's about time this blogpost happened. Because your maturity level is humiliating, since you still choose to act like a bunch of freshmen. So first and foremost, let's go back to Infest and boy did you piss me off. You're juniors, so the idea of seniority doesn't apply to your, nor does it exist. If we (members of the crew) tell you to move or direct you elsewhere, shut up and do it. You have absolutely no authority in talking back to the stage manager, insisting that you need to see other people's shows. No, you don't. It's not like 30 people will post the act on Facebook a day later. And it was your 3rd year doing Infest and you suddenly decide that you belong on stage because a new stage manager came. If she can't deal with you, I will. And it's certainly not going to be fun because it's not even my job to do that. You just don't listen. At all. There's no need to catch an attitude because someone told you to move and you knew you didn't belong there. Like no, I'm going to need for you to grow up.

Number two. It's the listening thing again, you filthy hogs. Everyday when you walk into APUSH, you sit down and get to answering the questions on the board even before the bell rings, but when you go to Psych, you shout across the room, stand around, catch attitudes with people, and oh I don't know, NOT LISTEN. Why do you act differently in different classes? Oh that's right, it's because you sit with your nice little cult and talk the entire period. MY BAD. Why should I get punished with you, when I actually got myself settled and ready to go? Why should I get yelled at everyday when you're the one who decides to be inconsiderate everyday? Why do you catch an attitude with a student who's trying to settle the class down when you know that the teacher is going to say the same exact thing? Because that's EXTREMELY disrespectful. Especially today. When he decided to take the courage to take the leadership position to help us finish our notes and then you rudely decided to go bombard him with your phones to take pictures of it because you felt that the latest gossip was more important than the education of your classmates. By bombarding him, you told him that you didn't want to listen to him because you wanted to talk to your friends for the entire class period. He took the time to help you, but you clearly decided to reject it. And it's been a week long thing with the picture taking. Your dad wasn't a glass maker, you're blocking the freaking board. Which means that I can't copy down my notes because the armada of lazy procrastinating hogs decided to blockade the information I needed. Thanks, I appreciate your consideration.

OH WAIT. And then you want to brag about procrastinating (see previous blog post since it hasn't freaking changed). I have no sympathy for you because you only got an hour of sleep last night. Boo hoo, should've known that time doesn't stop for you, idiot. You compete for the position of "who is the biggest procrastinator" and frankly all of you have failed at outdoing one another in your stupid race. Then I only matter to you when you want to talk about how stressed you are.

And then to your little cults. MY GOD am I tired of it. You've literally been in the same group since freshman year, you still stab each other behind each other's backs, you still gossip about others not in your cult, and you blatantly state events that sound like fun, but I'm not even invited to a single one.
Update on Halloween, Christmas, New Year's, 4th of July, and other party invites in high school: 0.
And as an outcast, I know you talk about me behind my back, especially when it comes to these rants, and I'm glad you acknowledge how selfish and arrogant you are. You choose one person in your cult, and treat them like they are the center of your world. You act as if you'll die if drama doesn't exist. Like seriously, why is there already drama on an event created this week and it's about A DAMN DINNER. And if you think you're going to die because you need to get over yourself, please do. I see people dragged into your cults because they changed who they were just to "fit in". I see how different you are outside of it and I see how tolerable you are outside of the circle. No one is a better person in a clique, and you sure as hell aren't a good liar (work on your fake side, you piece of trash). So point being: get your head out of your ass and look at yourself and who you hang out with. BREAK THE CLIQUE. None of you belong in that. And grow up, because you are a junior in high school. You'll never make it in the real world if you can't get out of your cult. They won't be there for you after you graduate; wishful thinking.

And to those whose lives revolve around things that aren't for you: stop. No one cares politics because it's dumb anyway; leave it to the politicians. It's not like you can vote this year anyway, so why does it matter to you on who gets elected and who doesn't? Your life literally revolves around arguing with others and forcing them to agree to your point. No, I will not agree with you and dumb politics and no, you will not force spoons down people's throats. I also don't care about what celebrity did what to who. I have my own life to create and live, so I have no interest in trying to be someone else. They're a terrible role model anyway. Maybe it's time you stopped and wrote your own story, since you wasted 16 years of it.

Overall, the main lesson here is to get your lives together or I will definitely call you out on my next rant (it's not like it matters since you've been talking about me behind my back for 3 consecutive years anyway). And to be freaking respectful. Like how hard could it possibly be to do something you know you should've done? To be smart about who you hang out with, and to look at yourself. Because the people I see are those who don't deserve to be in this world. I'm not asking for your sympathy because I've been excluded by 90% of you guys, but I am asking for you to open your blind little eyes. Because you never know if someone will disappear the next day. Don't worry about me, I know I have a future ahead of me. But none of you know who was almost taken away from us, and most of you all didn't seem to even care. You'd think differently if that person was you.  

Positivity and Encouragement

Well my blog used to be filled with a bunch of rants, but now I'm not really feeling that vibe anymore. Sure, the rants are going to be posted, but I figured that positivity is something people would rather read. As I looked through the yearbook from last year, I came to realize many things. I realized that even if you hated how you looked two months ago, you'll grow to appreciate how beautiful you were. I realized that my dream of being on a sports team and playing volleyball actually happened. I realized that I can conquer my doubts, and show others that I am not going to stay on the ground. I realized that doing something different showed another side of me; a side that can help me be the best that I can be. But the most important thing I learned was that I matter in this world, and that I can help others out with one small project at a time.

The Internet

I'm so tired of humanity. All I see on Instagram are selfies and betrayal. All I see on Facebook are "heartfelt" birthday posts and cheap forms of entertainment. So I turn to my blog. Where only a small handful of people read my posts. Where my viewpoints are rashly thrown down in an electronic post, permanently documented on the internet. I see now that social media sites are nothing but a giant waste of life. They create forms of hatred and "love" that shouldn't exist. They create a species of gullible and weak people who rely on the internet to "be who they are". It creates a space to privately trash someone's life, and a space to think you're safe. It creates a false sense of friendship. It makes people blow things out of proportion and to jump on the bandwagon when the press drops the new hit story. Do we even matter anymore? No. We never did.

Baltimore

What happened to the Baltimore in Hairspray? I see videos of the rioters and it makes me sick. I'm tired of the violence and the "black lives matter" protests. White people die, black people die, brown people die, yellow people die, purple people die, everyone dies at some point. Stop throwing bricks at windows and destroying your own town. I see women joining the riot while pushing their baby strollers down the road. Stop. You have so much ahead of you, stop doing the stupid thing in life. You're wasting it.

I'm Actually Alive

It's been over a month since I last posted and it took me a good word minutes to figure out how to post on here. All I need to say is that as the year comes to a close, don't slack off and think I'll have pity for you. I'll be too busy building homes for people and taking care of my community.

Procrastination

I don't understand why people procrastinate and brag about it. I manage to do twice the work you do while you brag about it and then tell me how you're all stressed out now. I'm not going to be here to stop you, nor will I be there to help you when you need me since you couldn't do the work in time. I don't care about you, so leave me alone.

Dentist Appointments

Going to the dentist is something everyone hates doing, and if you think that it's the best experience ever, I worry for you. But anywho, I was getting my teeth cleaned per usual when the lady accidentally dropped the "polish" or something. So she went to get a new one (good job, I approve of the sanitation efforts) and proceeds to continue on. What she failed to realize was that the original one tasted like fresh mint and was highly pleasing, while the other one tasted like chocolate. And you know how you inhale a scent and then you taste it? It tasted like the chocolate scented AXE spray. Both terrible in scent and taste. I don't appreciate it. Stop trying to make your homemade mint chocolate with dentistry items; it's disgusting.

Stress effects

My mind does this cruel thing called overstressing. Don't let it take over your mind, you're smarter and stronger than that. So play some GTA instead

Econ + me + food = what even

I don't even know why I'm baking brownies for my Econ project. I manage to burn pizza rolls in the flipping microwave, man

"Snow days"

It makes me sad when I hear ice pelting outside. I can't just ball up ice and throw it at cars, that's now considered property damage.

Cliché Valentines are overrated

Y'all are getting roses, chocolate, and stuffed animals today. Or maybe even nothing. I was abducted by my favorite family and ate Mexican and Asian food. They also gave me a cactus. Multiple, actually.

Insulting someone's intelligence

Apparently, if you take AP/IB Bio, the you are lazy and dumb. I'm highly lazy, but I'm pretty occupied on social media. But I certainly don't need ANYONE to call me dumb. Do not insult my intelligence. At all. And yes, I have Tina moments, but they are meant to be fun. You calling me dumb and thinking that you're one of the smartest people in our class is not fun. I don't appreciate it when you just target a group of people just because they have an interest in Biology. I guess if you were dying one day, your classmates would not bother to save you since you called every single one of us Bio kids dumb. Sucks to be you.

Sophomores have no respect (Rant #2)

So maybe having a moment to talk about Mr. Gilstrap at a pep rally wasn't the most ideal way to do things, but I guess that was a way to let everyone know what happened. So while some people are sharing their personal moments they had with Mr. Gilstrap, the sophomores decided to be extremely disrespectful and talk amongst each other. Sorry no one informed you ill-mannered baybay kids that Mr. Gilstrap passed away from brain cancer. My Spanish teacher says, "If you're not interested, at least make it look like you are". You knew him last year. You knew he was an amazing administrator. You knew him as the man with a smile on his face all of the time. You KNEW him. You SAW him. YOU. I can't express how disappointed, insulted, and furious I am for your actions. Because actions done by a few are blamed on the entire group. You wouldn't be talking to your friend the whole time during your grandpa's memorial service, now would you. I know I won't be at your funeral since I have nothing nice to say about you. Get out of my life.

Partners we never asked for

I don't understand why it's so hard for some people to get a sheet of paper out to write stuff down. So then I end up getting everything out for you, and proceed to write and solve problems for you. All while you sit and observe like I'm some kind of lab experiment. Get your lazy ass to work because I'm not doing this for funzies. Waste my time and "observe" as my heart gets colder. Touch it and get frostbite.

"Athletes"

Since when did the art of playing a sport become a priority to you for the soul reason of CAS hours? You play sports when you are dedicated to them by sacrificing other things as well. Don't treat this like it's just a casual Sunday in the neighborhood tennis court to frolic around the court and wave your dainty little racket around like a prancing gazelle. If you're not sweating, you're not playing.

Note to humans of the other gender

If I'm checking you out more than I do my grades, you look like a problem I can't solve. #punpunpun

Teachers.

There are two types of teachers I hate: the procrastinators and the paper hoarders

Friday Pizza Night

My family eats pizza like we haven't had food in the past three years..
Sister: man, I had three slices of pizza.
Dad: I had about five.
Me: I stopped counting at three.

Monopoly analogies are the best

I forgot that I'm only a backup plan to your fun and games.. It's okay though, since it's not like I'm going to find all of the get-out-of-jail-free cards and "accidentally" drop it in a bonfire of my deepest and sincere emotions.

I still can't get my life together

I still can't figure out how to stalk myself on here.. I guess I'll never know if people decide to make make me famous or not

Homework had me like..

Reading books until my eyeballs dry out.. Because that's exactly what I love to do

All-District Chorus

Skipping an entire day of school to go sing all day with all the other chorus members from different schools is always something I love to do. The songs were alright, but last year was better. We had our traditional chocolate covered strawberries (which were hand picked by Jesus) and we sang and sang and sang until we performed it all tonight. Then it got disappointing. Like when they cut out a song for a reason that we were not told of, and then Kell Bells nominating me to go represent Southside by singing high B flats like we do it all the time or something (it's okay though, since they also ended up cutting that song short anyway since it was the song arranged by Satan himself). And then there was this girl. Who stood beside me. On the risers. AND BELTED EVERY POSSIBLE WRONG NOTE IN MY EAR. How were you even put in this Honors Choir when you sing like pianissimo and mezzo forte are sung exactly the same? No. I should've pushed you off those risers, and knocked you out with my giant unhelpful folder since you are a terrible page turner and violated me since you were all up on my butt and stuff. No thank you. Bye. And Although there weren't laugh-till-you-cry moments, I finally received some flowers from the bestie since she felt bad that my parents never showed their appreciation for my voice since 2nd grade. Thanks. But in the end, it was nice to sing with old friends again be united in one beautiful day. Shoutout to those Base 2 guys, man. Y'all were carefully made to perfection.

Rant #1

To live up to my personal URL (I know, I still can't believe 100+ people took the time to read that one post), here's a little rant.
You never escape the wrath of childish people. Acting as if puberty decided to screw up everyone else but them. We all have bad days due to zillions of things, and most of them deal with other people. What pisses me off the most is when you decide to ruin the days of other people around you just because you have a bad day. Life doesn't stop when you have a bad day; it won't even slow down for you to sit down and whine, cry, and pout. Stop radiating your pitiful negativity, and instead do something that's more productive like taking the time to actually grow up. We all know that one friend who will die if they don't have their phone. So you thought of your friend and childish #1 comes up and takes their phone, changes their password, and refuses to unlock it until you do something utterly stupid like posting "I love this person. You da best. Be my friend forever <3 <3 " on a place where they are "famous" because other people have pity on them. I low-key added you on Facebook the other day just to make sure you weren't messing around with my friends again, you freshman (and yes, I stalked you to make sure). Anyway, your best friend is stressing and experiencing a panic attack because they don't have their phone (quit treating your phone like it's worth more than you) all because childish #1 screwed up their phone. So childish #2 asks if they got the phone back to normal, and your friend says no. Childish #2 proceeds to laugh at them and walk off. HOLLUP. NO. Would you still be Happy-JoJo if I took your phone and chucked it down the stairs? No? Then excuse me while I laugh at your misery since your phone is shattered and mine isn't 'cause your smartphone has nothing on my brick phone that can be thrown across the school and dropped in the toilet and still work. Then childish #3 refuses to tell your friend what the password is even though they know what it is because they find it funny. Well, kind sir. Would you find it funny if I threw you in front of a bus and you so tragically broke your face? No? Too bad.
Put yourself in other's shoes, because you apparently can't even fit in your own.

Lost.

Satisfying the moods of people one blog at a time.. Except for this one 'cause holy poop there's so much stuff I can do on here