I’m a model and I’m not anorexic. Yes, I am skinny, bit I’ve always been skinny my whole life. And yes, we do eat hamburgers and fries. I have a fast metabolism which makes me skinny, but not like a stick. Just because I’m a model doesn’t make me anorexic.
This kid I know is very upset because his best friend committed suicide. His paternal family told him his friend was going to hell because he killed himself. Way to make your grandson feel better!
I know that not all jocks’ parents are like this, but where I’m from, if a kid forgets to do an assignment that was assigned two weeks earlier and due two weeks later, the parents come in and say “Oh, my child doesn’t have time to do that! He’s playing competitive soccer/football/golf/hockey, etc.â€
Well, ya know what? No one cares. They had just as much time as the rest of us, and if they choose to play sports during the school year, they should be able to balance the two or just not play! If the teacher gives you a break because you’re too “busyâ€, then what about the rest of us? We either don’t have the chance to play sports or aren’t good so we don’t, so that means we get more work? And some of us may have family drama or something really bad in our personal lives that we have to deal with, but we still get our work done!
Twitter, MySpace, Facebook, etc. made it illegal to have an account if you are not 13 or older. And what’s the point? What are you going to type in to kids that go to your school? “Hi� Get a life, please.
That’s right, you know who you are, you slimy little weasels. Go ahead, ruin our nation by freaking out about whether one little thing could possibly hold danger at all. What’s next, are you going to ban paper because it’s too sharp and give us some fake statistic on how many people a year are killed by papercuts?
You’re outside for a few minutes and now you have a crazy tan that you have to get rid of by wearing a bathing suit, but now everyone can see the stupid, ugly tan.
I don’t want to remember you. I hate you. I can’t believe I spent so much time with such a bad person. And that time would still be so awesome if I spent it with anyone else. I can’t believe I never suspected you were lying to me. And how do I remember those memories so clearly? They were so long ago. I want to make real friends now to replace you in my memories.
I love Facebook. I’m almost addicted to it. I go on at least twice a day, maybe more. I hate how it gets boring. I don’t know how many times I refresh the page and nothing interesting pops up. And don’t get me started on the games.