Every time I go to the pool, every girl I see is wearing a string bikini. It just puts more pressure on other girls to basically say that their bodies are the only things they have to offer. I don’t think little girls should have to think about that. Now, if you’re comfortable with your own body, I think that’s great. If you don’t think your string bikini shows much skin, wonderful. In fact, go ahead and wear it. But really, people, have some discretion.
I’m not poor, but I don’t waste my money on crap I wouldn’t use or wear and my house isn’t as big and fancy as their homes so it makes me look like a poor child.
People don’t realize how it affects their friends. When I found out my friend cut herself it made me feel like I wasn’t good enough and that I had been replaced by the blade.
We love each other. We’re best friends. We’re also dating. But in our school, whenever two people date, the “game†is to break them up. I love you, MN, I just don’t want people to end it.
In my homeroom there are two class brats, and they’re best friends. No matter what, they always have their little attitude, even when they walk. One day we went outside and the whole class was actually playing kickball and red rover together, but of course they have to sit in the grass with their arms wrapped around each other, giving us dirty looks and obviously talking about us. Every single day they’re making the rest of us girls feel like crap. They almost made me cry once because of the things they said about me. And it also disgusts me how they are obsessed with each other. I am so glad that school is almost over so then I never have to see them again until next year.
I mean it’s not that they’re bad people or anything, but they’re gross. They get so gross that they’re too big to get out of bed and they have to get people to wash their bodies for them.
My mum just threatened to cancel my horse riding lesson for no reason other than the fact that if I left up wrapper upstairs. That was it. She knows how much I love horse riding. In fact, it’s the one thing I love more than anything, it’s what I live for, and to even think about just taking away the sole thing I love in my life to me is very spiteful.
RING RING RING RING RING RING! Quit calling me! No, I don’t want to chat. No, I don’t want to come over. No, I can’t help you with your homework. NO, I DON’T CARE!
“Get out of my chair!†“Eat your dinner!†“Look at me when I’m talking to you!†Blah, blah, blah!
And when she complains…
“Ow! My back!†“Ow, my foot!†“Ow, my butt!â€
And when I say something about it…
“Well, you’re not 45!â€
My iPod Touch had a cracked screen, and it cost $100 to fix. When I got it back, I noticed that the home button had to be pressed especially hard to get it to work and that a thin ray of light was shining through one of the sides of the screen. I went back to the guy who “fixed†it, and he said he couldn’t duplicate the problem; it had nothing to do with him. I told him it worked absolutely perfectly before he fixed the screen. He came up with some dumb excuses, and they were all obviously really untrue. Ever since, I’ve been able to ignore the whole light problem since it’s so unproblematic. The home button, however, has gotten worse and worse. Now, I have to use the back of a pen to push it down with all my strength. Not even my dad can push it down with his fingers. It just angers me that I paid $100 on a botch-job, and now my iPod barely works. Fantastic job, “professional repairmanâ€!