Extremely Girly People
There’s this girl in my math class and she’s obsessed with Twilight, pink, unicorns and glitter. And by obsessed, I mean really obsessed.
There’s this girl in my math class and she’s obsessed with Twilight, pink, unicorns and glitter. And by obsessed, I mean really obsessed.
In the school talent show today, my friend and I performed a duet of “If I Die Youngâ€. It was one of the very best acts and we’ve been practicing nonstop, and we performed it absolutely perfectly. Then after we got off of stage, I found out that my microphone was on mute and my friends’ was on extremely low. The whole “not being able to hear us†thing put us as one of the worst acts because that idiot eighth grader running the sound screwed up. Not my fault, and we don’t get another chance.
Granted, any rude people are, well, rude and annoying, but the older generations are always complaining how younger generations have no respect. And then you see these people. They’re these old people (women mostly—not to be sexist, thats just what I’ve noticed) who wear ten pounds of makeup and have fifteen credit cards and wear designer clothes, who just stick their nose in the air constantly and barge past you. Like just the other day, I was in the grocery store and I’m walking out and I didn’t get a cart (which I regret) so I’m carrying five grocery bags. So one of these old ladies is right behind me and I’m not just gonna slam the door on her so I lean up against it to hold it open for her and she scoffs past and runs right into me. A couple of cans drop and start rolling into the street (right by her!) and she glances at me and just continues walking! I mean, really? Who would do that?
When I read a book, say Harry Potter, I get a image of what he would look like. And then they make a film of it and it looks nothing like the Harry in my head! That’s annoying for me.
I have a science teacher who is so annoying. He makes a science class build bird houses. None of the girls know how to build bird houses. Then he yells at us for doing nothing.
I get a cold and then, because of virus induced asthma, I get a cough that I need an inhaler for, then because I cough so hard, my nose bleeds, then it gets irritated and i need to see a doctor. All because of a cold.
My mom made me pick a new pair of shoes because mine are apparently old and worn out. I like my shoes and they’re not broken yet! The sole is just tearing a little bit from the back, nothing big!
On sick days you change the channel a million times, trying to find something that isn’t for little kids, and when you find something somewhat mature it’s something stupid like one of those long lectures on the History Channel about how Spartans were trained or how the states got their shapes. Germs suck!
I hate seeing repeated commercials that make me mad. There’s one for camping gear or something where all the little forest animals are singing and the fox looks like the woman in Modern Family, which almost made me start cussing at the screen.
My friend is skinny, short, and a diver. She weighs 85 pounds. And is 13. She thinks she is huge—and I weigh 30 pounds more then her. If you’re “fat†then I must be obese.