There's a video from Australia that went viral recently on Youtube. For whatever reason, our astronomy teacher showed it to us. Check it out: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KakZkh9Iu7U
So, who's at fault here? Who behaved the worst in this situation? Is it the kid who threw the first punch, or the bigger kid who body slammed the evil little toolbag? I've heard that the parents of the kid who threw the first punch sued the kid who stood up for himself. Who should be punished the most?
I had a doctor's appointment today. Bleh. I strongly dislike doctors. But to be fair, this one's not so bad. She's concerned about several things. First, there's my weight. A few months ago I weighed 130 pounds. Now I'm 102 pounds. Second, there's my eating habits. I never eat breakfast, I only eat a candy bar for lunch, and I refuse to eat fruits and vegetables. This leads to me having virtually no energy throughout the day. My doctor wants to call my therapist and ask what's going on, which is none of her business. She doesn't need to know my personal life.
I recently had to write an essay in English about what love is. This is probably one of the hardest essays I've ever had to write, because love is such a broad and subjective word. I could say that I "love" pizza, or that I "love" that girl's shoes...but what does it really mean to love? Each person's idea of love varies, so love is something you can't generalize. Love is the most abused word in the English language. We say it all the time, without ever really meaning it. You don't have to agree with my opinion, but this is what I think it is:
I just got back from a pleasant trip to Springfield with my friend. It did me a lot of good to get out with a friend. I can't keep shutting myself in my cave/room all weekend.
The weird thing is that my friend's dad has a crush on my mom. So if my mom and her dad got married, we would be stepsisters. An awesome possibility, yet slightly creepy and awkward.
Dude, I really need to get out more on the weekends. I have absolutely no plans, aside from bowling. It'll be the last day of league tomorrow. Sad face. My team places second or first every year, but this year we didn't do so well. We placed fourth, I believe. But it's still fun. My mom and I bowl on the mother daughter league in the summer, so that'll be fun. Haha, I just realized how nerdy that sounded. Bowling on a team with your mom. I'm such a nerd.
Something weird happened to me today. So I was doing a project about stars in Astronomy, and my lab partner looks at my handwriting and says, "I bet you're a butch."
"What?" I say, puzzled. (I haven't really come out fully yet)
"You're handwriting is very masculine," she says. I'm pretty sure she wasn't joking either. She then proceeded to tell me that my voice, my clothes, and my handwriting all scream "butch," as she so nicely puts it.
To take my mind off of the first love of my life, I shall rave about this girl I'm crushing on in my pre-calc class. She has the most adorable laugh, and when I hear it, I want to laugh too, even if what she's laughing at isn't funny. It's the contagious kind of laugh, basically. Her smile is so childlike and innocent. Her face is chalk white, but when she giggles, she blushes ever so slightly. Her hair is a dark red, which is a rarity at my school. She's so petite, and her frame is fragile, as if hugging her too hard would cause her to break into little pieces.
Bleeehh. I'm really not in the best of moods today. All (well, most) of my friends are pissing me off. "I'll always be here for you Jenna!" they tell me. "You can always trust me Jenna!" What a load of bullshit. The second I come to them with a problem, they say "Oh that's too bad" and change the subject. As if this whole situation with Amber wasn't enough. Now I'm starting to realize that 90% of my friends suck. Fuck them. If I'm alone and having one of my famous self-pity moments, who do I call? Who do I turn to? Gah. I just don't care about anyone anymore.
Ugh. The internet at my dad's wasn't working, so I couldn't get on Oasis at all. It drove me nuts. I've really become dependent on this website.
BUT I got to see Riley! Everyone stops and stares when I take him for a walk because he's twice the size of a regular chocolate lab. 130 pounds of cuddly-ness. And that's not an exaggeration. He's like a bear, I swear. He loves everyone and his massive size makes him look mean and vicious, but he's a sweetie.
Soo...I just tried to watch an episode of Jersey Shore...Ummm...Does somebody want to explain to me why people watch that piece of tasteless garbage? The whole show is about partying, drinking, and fucking. Is that really how people want to live their lives? They all claim to be hardcore "guidos," but only 3 of them are truly Italian, which is ironic. You know what else is sad? There's this kid from Switzerland in my German class, and he says that Europeans watch Jersey Shore, and they think that's how all Americans act. Oh god, no wonder Europeans think we're stupid.
Okay, I'm sure you all remember watching the video of the girl talking about atheism that was posted recently. I left a comment...a rather offensive comment...and I didn't realize that it sounded really insensitive. So, I went back and read it, and it hit me that the comment I left was blatantly rude and uncaring. I mean, we're all entitled to our own opinions, but I should have realized that religion is a touchy topic and words should be handled delicately. So, I am deeply sorry if I hurt anyone's feelings or offended anyone. I will definitely watch what I say from now on. I apologize.
I'm writing this entry from the comfort of my home, even though I should be in school right now. This morning was one of the worst mornings of my life. Amber was being such a bitch to me, and I couldn't handle the stress. I rushed up to the bathroom and puked. Ew. And then my head hurt, and then I started crying because I was so afraid of my feelings, and I was so injured by Amber's recent actions. I called my mom from my cell phone while I stood in the bathroom and let out these awful hiccuping sobs. She told me she'd come to pick me up.
Today was a bore. Do you ever feel like you're stuck in a rut and you're living the same day over and over again? Yeah. That's how I feel.
You know what would be weird? If you named your son Christian, but he ended up becoming an atheist. That would be a dilemma...
ANYWAY. Well, I just got out of a German Club meeting. Frau Bakker says I'm one of her best students. Awww. We've just designed the German Club t-shirts, and we're now planning German Heritage Day. Yay. There's gonna be german food, german games, and german movies. Everything german.
"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who matter don't mind and those who mind don't matter."
Is that not the coolest quote ever?
Another random thing: Why do people enjoy Facebook so much? I don't have a Facebook page, and I never will, and I'm 15. It's pointless. It's nothing but drama and gossip and rumors and people posting pictures of themselves and saying thy're ugly so people will disagree with them and people collecting online friends that they don't even know just to feel like they've somehow accomplished something.
So yeah. Facebook sucks.