Old People With Attitudes
Go ahead then, walk right through the door I held open for you without thanking me, then glare at me and wag your giant old lady butt in my face. And you wonder why kids aren’t respectful these days.
Go ahead then, walk right through the door I held open for you without thanking me, then glare at me and wag your giant old lady butt in my face. And you wonder why kids aren’t respectful these days.
I hate myself. I’m completely disgusted. I’ve become the girl I never thought I’d be. I’ve cheated on my boyfriend of seven months with three different guys. It’s not entirely my fault but I do wish I could take it all back.
I know that I shouldn’t care what other people think, but I can’t help it. I just got new shoes from Aero that are really cute, and today I wore them to school and a girl that everyone thinks is so funny even when she always is telling people how weird they look, told me that I had funny looking shoes. What does she know about fashion? She wears twinkle toes and clothes from Justice. Yet, her opinion still makes me think twice.
So I get home from school at four. I’m not that tired. But once I buckle down and start on homework, I feel lazy. After spending hours at my computer, I’ve almost nothing done. And I have a headache again, and it’s 8 PM. What has happened that all this time is gone? Was I really that distracted? What a waste of time.
Well, duh. Who would keep looking for something after they found it?
Horses are animals. We are superior. Remember survival of the fittest. We are more important.
Today my body went through a big change. I feel like I’ll constantly have to worry about it and this is my life now. I realized that that is that, and now that it happened, it is never, ever, going away. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it. It’s part of being a girl, but if this is the price you have to pay to be one, I’d rather be a guy.
Slip and slides are so fun. But eventually you get grass, dirt, rocks and who knows what else in the water pool at the end of the strip. And then when you stand up you have grass sticking to your legs and arms and in your hair.
Every time I eat movie theatre popcorn I get a huge migraine, and I want to stop eating it, but come on, that stuff is delish.
By all means, people can be glad that Bin Laden is dead, but I think to celebrate death is wrong. In my opinion, death is not something you rejoice in. I know he has done really bad things, and I’m not saying that I’m upset he’s dead, but to see people cheering about death (no matter who died) is somewhat barbaric.