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Sunshine

Well today was not so fun because it consisted of another boring day at school followed by more hours of boring at my house where I slaved doing homework until now. I needed a break and so here we are.

You might be wondering “why in the h-e-double-hockey-stick is this girl’s blog post titled Sunshine if she’s just going to rant about her day,” well good question. I really like irony and I kind of just wanted to mess with your head. (; I’m working off of two hours of sleep so sorry if this post seems a little wacko.

On the bright side, although this year will test my limits, for now I have a positive outlook on how it will turn out. Bigger and brighter things are to come, as well as more homework, more failure, and lots of rough times, but hey that’s life my friend.

Can I tell you a story?

Okay so once there was this time in the eighth grade when I had a sleepover at my friend, Cora’s, house. It was a typical night and we were going to sleep outside in her family’s RV like usual. Then, someone suggested that we use Cora’s toilet papering stash and TP this guy’s house that we all knew who lived down the street.

This was when the night started to get interesting. We got all decked out in black clothes and put together separate bags of the miscellaneous TP materials: confetti, ripped up bits of toilet paper, cotton swabs, tooth picks, etc.

A little while later, all was well as we each decorated the boy’s yard with our masterpiece. Two seconds later, we hear the front door opening, the lights turning on, and then a very deep-voiced, enraged male came booming out onto the lawn.

We all ran like our lives depended on it and hid in different spots down the street, trying not to lead the boy’s dad back to Cora’s house.

–Brief pause– Have I ever told you guys how unlucky I am? No? Well, you’re about to find out..

–Un-pause– My heart was racing like a humming bird’s wings and I could have sworn my breathing was loud enough to let anyone know where I was regardless of their distance from my location.

We could all hear the boy’s dad walking down the street searching for us. I had never been as scared in my entire life as I was in that moment. My left leg was sore from crouching behind someone’s car so I figured I would quietly shift legs. Little did I know it was not the sound that I needed to worry about.

About a second later, the lights above the driveway that I was in illuminated my hiding place!!! Needless to say this was what my reaction was like…

That’s still not even the worst part. I. Peed. My. Pants. I PEED MY PANTS LIKE AN EIGHT YEAR OLD GIRL.

My friends died laughing once we all met up back at the RV. I wasn’t even wearing my own pants to boot. I had borrowed them from Cora.

—  SO how did you guys like my little story (: I’m not kidding when I say that actually happened. My friends still bring it up when we reminisce about the old, middle school days.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Object

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So this is from a page in my Wreck This Book book that I received for Christmas. By the way I love it and I recommend you guys buy it if you’re into that artsy, creative output.

Why be so insecure?

InsecureToday’s society stresses perfection to such an extreme place that teens kill themselves everyday because they are too overwhelmed with having to constantly strive for perfection. We always see pictures of stick-thin models and extremely muscular, good looking guys plastered on billboards and magazine covers and companies try to tell us that that is what the average guy or girl looks like. Let me tell you something, that is COMPLETELY UNTRUE. Average, normal people that you see everyday in your life DO NOT look like they starve themselves and work out every second of every day. Next time you find yourself agonizing over somebody else’s “perfect” body just remember that in order to be beautiful you just have to be you and be content with your body.