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.