What day is it again? -everyone

Hello, guys!

I had this blog post I was going to post the other day but then God must have thought it was stupid or something and put a helping hand.

Anyways, there was no post.

You: Thanks, Captain Obviousness.

But there is no post.

Sorry (not sorry). I’ve been out and about all this month which meant no post. By out and about, I obviously mean that I’ve been at home just sobbing and dreading going back to school.

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Yup. I bet you it’s crossed all of our minds at some point this summer. School’s coming up and it’s just like why.

I’ve just been avoiding my responsibilities so much this summer. Like, I need a bit more time to get into reading and into math and the torturous P.E.

And I’ve been eating every 35 minutes just because I’m bored so by having one lunch and the “no food” (I mean, come on, we ALL sneak food in) policy certainly doesn’t help.

You know what? I bet I’ll cry or something because I’m missing the latest episode of The Loud House. Or because I’ve got to be in a room of 35 students and do work.

And then the drama! Don’t even get me started! Although I’m not involved, do you ever want to see some kids with a face like they’ve got some dragon dung under their nose whenever they see their ex or their “enemy” or people they “hate?”

NOOOO.

I’m just very, very, very, very exasperated at the fact that I’m going to school again. For the 12th (is that right? I went to kinder and two years of preschool so…?) year straight. Can you imagine?

And then it’s highschool so double whoopie! even though we all now that hell’s about to break loose.

Like, even my skin must know so because it’s so angry. It’s angrier than Mr. Trump (cuz I don’t want to ruin my prospects here) would’ve been if he lost the presidency or if he gets impeached (we can only wish at this point.)

Oh, and I’ve got the biggest crush on a guy I can’t carry a full-on conversation with. Triple whoopie-do!

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It’s all going downhill, my friends. It’s all going *stifles yawn/sob* downhill.

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And might I include I’ve been going to sleep at, like, 2 A.M. and waking up at 1 in the afternoon? Once school starts, I’ll be in serious trouble. Why? You can’t be sleeping during Math II because reasons.

What I’m going to miss the most is being so socially ignorant. Like, I have not gone on any social media. No, that’s a lie; I have gone on it but just not obsessively or the “just one more minute and twenty minutes pass” thing. So yeah, tomayto, tomahto.

Come on, ask me if my best friend’s still alive. What the heck do I know? I mean, I hope she’s alive because I love her so much and she’s rad but I have no clue.

Ask me if the Donald’s tweeted something else and which minority or cultural group has been offended or disrespected, I wouldn’t know.

Heck, ask me about wisdom teeth and how they do it and I’ll be like

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Oh, wait. I actually do know about that. I even watched so many videos on YouTube about it that I literally could’ve run a mile and still be watching wisdom teeth being extracted and ground (is that the right word) and your gums being destroyed.

And we all know what a slow runner I am.

Oh, by the way, if any of you are feeling quite feverish or, even better, have a dentist appointment or wisdom tooth/teeth (?) extraction, please do by all means watch the following videos because I told you so.

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Totally Drarry having a kid, hehe

Have fun sleeping tonight, Sherlocks.

Toodle-loo and till the next one. I’ll try (we all know what this means) posting more and better content. I have a posting schedule of some sort and make a YouTube channel or something so I can terrorize some other innocent children.

If anything of that sort does happen, you’ll be the first to know.

If I manage to talk to my crush, you will most certainly be the last person (is anyone here a potato?) to know because privacy things and all.

Thanks for hearing reading me ramble about stuff I have no clue on. Anyway, for real right now, toodle-loo and till next time.

UPDATE: BBF is alive and well.

Things About Having a Younger Sister

1. They will eat your food

If I had a dollar for everytime my sister has picked at my mom’s or my food, I’d be a millionaire. Baby sisters seem to always not want to eat when anyone else isn’t and want to eat when you’re eating. They start putting their hands up and blubbering about something. And if you don’t give them some, they’ll cry.

2. They go through your stuff

My sister now knows how to unzip my backpack. I have to hide my backpack. I shouldn’t have to worry about that. My sister goes through my mom’s documents. Imagine if she rips them. If that happened, we’d be screwed.

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Look at that precious smile. That’s a smile of a criminal…

3. Babies draw on the walls

Along with bags and pouches, we have to hide pens, pencils, markers, anything really that can be used as a writing utensil. She’ll go walking, see a slender piece of wood, go to a door and just draw. That’s all she’d do. And not only that, she refuses to draw on paper. We’d hand her paper and she seems to ignore it. She sees my brother and me write on paper all that time; why does she have to write on that walls? I am seriously worried for the wellbeing of our walls.

4. They pee on things

This isn’t much of a problem with my sister. But when it does happens, it sucks. A lot. If your sibling does this a lot, don’t get mad at them. They’re just kids. They might not know better.

5. They beat you up

I’ve been pinched, bit, hit- you name it -by my sister. And the thing is you can’t fight back because they’re a kid, why would you do that? When she doesn’t get her way, she’ll throw a fit and just- you know, get ready for some bite marks. The good thing is this eventually goes away and they don’t have the inclination to do all that anymore. My sister stopped around her birthday.

It may have started because she may have seen my brother and I play wrestling. Um, yeah. She would often laugh before, but now she cries even if we’re just arguing about something. Babies get some sense later.

6. They run around naked unless you stop it

UGGGGGGGGGGGG. Whenever changing my sister, she’ll try to wrestle out of my grasp and then she’ll spin or run around naked. It’s funny, but it’s annoying when you need to go somewhere.

7. You’ll love her and she’ll love you

Even if it may not feel like it, they love you.

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PS. Search “Stock photo memes.” They’re pretty good. Hide the pain Harold should show up along with others.

The Jobs Moms Have

I seriously love my mom. I know it’s always said and it may be biased, but I think my mom is honestly the best mom in the world. It sounds a bit cheesy, but that’s what I personally think.

Now, mothers have lots and lots of jobs. Some of them are stay-at-home moms. When people ask them, “Hey, do you work?” what is the correct and socially acceptable way to respond?

Well, like I said in the title, moms have jobs. They do a regular paying job if they have one. But they have other jobs not many people know about.

1. Nurse

When a kid falls down and scrapes their knee, who’s there to help them? Their mom would go and check in on them. She would treat it or just let it be because it’s not a big deal.

2. Psychologist

When we feel down, we always have our mom to talk to. She advises us, supports us, gives us a hug when we need it, reassures us, and does everything a mother and a friend should do.

3. Educator

They teach us. Maybe it isn’t the stuff we learn at school, but it’s stuff that’ll make us learn. They teach us how to read. When they spoke to us when we were in their womb, we spoke back through kicks. They teach us the basics and help us master, of communication and the workings of society without a simple textbook, but through experience.

4. Counselor

Like previously said, they advise us and serve as a counselor, making sure we do what we want, but know the consequences or the rewards of our choices.

5. They have so many jobs

I just listed 4 actual jobs they have, but in reality, they have so much more they do for us, their kids. Thanks to all the moms and grandmoms out there! We love you!

Let’s talk makeup

I recently went to the pharmacy to get something. I needed to get a gift for a friend and she’s obsessed with makeup. I was strolling through the store’s many aisles when I find myself in the makeup section.

At first, I didn’t mind much. Sure, it’s just an aisle in the pharmacy, big deal. But then I thought about it some more. There’s a dance coming up. A big one. That you just so happen to be helping out with and that your friends and parents will most likely than not drag you there against your will.

So I will go. I’ll have to, no doubt about it. The problem is that I, being a minimalist and simple, was planning on just wearing some nice clothes, preferably a bodysuit, hair in a classic bun or a beehive. However, I overhear my friends talking about dresses, about hair and the most dreaded thing of all:

MAKEUP.

I have to look for a dress and wear makeup?! You say that to a person who has never worn makeup, who has never even touched a brush and whose last time wearing a dress was in 5th grade!

Anyway, I was like, “Hmm, let’s see the price of this brush.”

You want to know how much it cost? Sixteen dollars. Sixteen. I have twenty on me at the time and I just froze.

After a quick inspection of the rest of the aisle, I saw that they were pricey. And this was CVS.

Sure, I know that they’d be a bit expensive but I was hoping to waste less than 20 bucks since that’s all I had on me. BUT THERE WAS A BRUSH THAT COST 16. 16!

 

Anyway, if you a makeup maker or work at a company, you should make makeup less expensive. I know, better quality means more money but don’t abuse. Like I said, 16 dollars for a brush!

Interesting Things about People (focuses more on earlobes though)

This’ll be a list I add onto over time. It’ll be cool things about people like weird habits or some things they do. May not be interesting, but I wanted to document it. Anyway, here goes nothing.

Nose changes

So I do this thing after school at this place. Don’t want to be specific, but so this one girl, let’s call her P. We were all laughing and I noticed that when she would talk her nose sort of became shorter and then longer from the profile view. She was sitting right next to me, but she was at the head and a bit to the side. Anyway, it would just elongate and then shorter and just repeat like the beating of a heart as long as she was talking.

Not that many people have attached earlobes

Now, this one is not a novelty: my parents know I’m obsessed with ears, more specifically earlobes. Why? One word: Buddha. If you look him up and view the images, you can see that his earlobes are very long and are detached. I looked into this and earlobe length and condition may describe you in a way. For example, the longer the detached earlobe, the wiser you are. Not smarter as in textbook smart, but as in philosophical smart, as spiritually smart.

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For those of you that need some clarification on what attached and detached earlobes are, attached earlobes are basically not dangling and are attached, hence the name, and connected to the bottom of the ear and jaw in a straight line. I don’t know if I explained it all right, but I’m including a picture so stop and stare.

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Le marvelous earlobe

The struggle one must go through when no one gets your reference to OneRepublic because they’re busy hearing other artists

Detached earlobes are earlobes that are detached from the head and basically dangle. Like I said before, Buddha had these.

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I also found out that I have attached ear lobes. This isn’t as common as detached. I looked more into it and realized that attached earlobes are recessive whereas the other is dominant. Doing a quick inspection of my family, my mom’s side have the detached earlobes and my dad’s side have the attached earlobes. It makes sense why my mom had the dominant trait because they have way too many recessive traits, my dad needed a trait too. Out of my immediate family, my dad and I are the only ones who have attached earlobes. One of my best friends, a seventh grader, has attached earlobes which perfectly explains why we have stayed friends for three whole years and not turned crazy (it doesn’t).

A Talk about Suicide

If you see this and you have suicidal thoughts, please, please, please, go ask for help. If you need someone to listen to you or just a shoulder to cry on, I’m here. You’d be surprised at how good it is to just let it all out and let someone know what you are going through. Go to your friends or people you trust. Tell them. If you trust no one, just shout it out to the void, write it, say it, just do something and express it in some way. Do your best and stay strong because it will get better. Even if it doesn’t look like it, it will.

I’m seriously worried about people I don’t even know. They are cutting, they are bleeding, they are crying tears they shouldn’t have cried in the first place. They are living lives with lies and smiling when all they want to do is stop feeling that way and just be able to be happy. They are covering their scars with sleeves and smiles. They are doing all this and it’s our job as fellow brothers to help each other.

If you know someone that is having these thoughts, go to them. Help them. Persist. Be there for them. Be the shoulder they need to cry on. Be the person they need to tell. Be the person they need to trust in and be there for them when it all breaks down.

Suicide is something that can be prevented and should. We have the tools to reach out and to do something about it. If you need help, ask. No one will judge you and if they do, ignore them, they may not understand. If you want to help, go ahead. If your friend gets mad at you for telling a teacher or their parent, just remember it’s better to have them angry at you for telling than have them 6 feet underground, dead.

It’s May!

WARNING: MAY CONTAIN EXCESS AMOUNT OF RAMBLING

May… the month where finals take place, where state testing slowly devour the students’ inner soul (if they have one)… where the school year is nearing its close…

So much is happening this month.

Seriously, I need to fill out so much applications: for summer college, volunteer work, and other things I should’ve done since forever, but, you know, my middle name’s Procrastinate.

Anyway, now to the good stuff about May. It’s spring. Well, it’s been spring, but this is the month it becomes more apparent summer is coming.

Yup. Summer. I seriously can not wait.

Does anyone feel spring is just an unnecessary season? It’s a transition from cold to hot, but here in the part I’m from in California, spring is either as hot or cold as summer and winter.

Spring also seems so meh. It just seems to be the runt out of all them. Lots of people like summer because you’re out of school (most of the time), you can go out to party (not really most of the time), you can go to the beach (not really most of the time) and road trips (probably). Fall is back to school season, pumpkin spice everything season, and basically basic girl time.

Spring is also really quiet but deadly. Like I said earlier, we have exams, tests, finals, have to keep our grade up, have to say goodbye to our old sweaters that used to hide our lonjas, have to use sunscreen now unless we want to look like a limited edition of squashies, have to give back all the books we never even used, have to start worrying about our summer bod even though we totally would take a double, triple, and even quadruple helping of tamales.

We have to stop worrying about superficial things that in no way will help us.

I don’t even know what I’m saying now; I’ve rambled for way too long.

Regardless of what your opinion on the seasons are, happy May!