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