Post 3: Inspecting Idols (8/29/13)

Post 3 

Inspecting Idols 

8/29/13 

 It annoys me when people pick on other people's idols. The person obviously has some crazy effect on this kid or teenager or adult so just let them be. Now I'm not saying I'm perfect and don't do this but as far as I know, if I have done it, I haven't meant it. For example, I may not be the biggest fan of Justin Bieber or his music but I've never gone to a Belieber and said, "Hey, guess what? Justin Bieber is a sissy little girl and I hate him." Now that's also an example so don't go spreading through the grape vine that I said that or something. I bring this all up because today is one of my biggest idol's birthday and I couldn't imagine anyone insulting him to my face. It just seems like such a rude thing to do. Now, my idol shall remain nameless, but I'm sure that I'm going to end up giving clues that will reveal his identity to some of you. Maybe you already know who it is just by knowing that his birthday is today, and if you do, then I like you; let's be friends. I have so much in common with this boy (well maybe man. I don't even know what to call him anymore) and I feel like it just makes me love him more. I was born three months early and weighed two pounds. My family has described me as having the width of a loaf of wonder bread, the length of a stick of deodorant and the weight of one of those miniature pumpkins you buy around Halloween time to decorate your room or office or something. Great baby. My idol was three weeks early and he had many more problems than I did. I may have the eyes of an elderly woman, the lungs of someone who just ran a mile and the height of the average twelve year old but other than that, I'm here aren't I? He, on the other hand, was born with only one functioning kidney and had to get a bunch of injections in his arms daily. He was bullied as a kid and ended up taking up boxing. I take kickboxing but 85% of you can probably still beat me up. Just make something bleed and I will be on the floor in a ball faster than Harry Styles's and Taylor Swift's relationship was over. Okay, probably faster than that, but you have to commend me for at least trying to be funny. For his sixteenth birthday no one showed up. My heart breaks for him every time I hear this. If only they saw him now. For my sixteenth birthday I wasn't about a huge party. My one friend had one that was an imitation of a small wedding. She even wore a wedding dress. I just went to the city in a limo with a few of my friends and family members and we saw Phantom of the Opera on Broadway. I'm just cool like that. This boy was also reject 22 times. I'm sorry. You could be the grossest person in the world and I don't think I would have the heart to reject someone 22 times. Well, apparently neither did she because she finally went out with him and dumped him the day after. Hope you regret it now. I admire him for getting up each time and not giving up. I've been rejected multiple times... Actually, I haven't ever been formally rejected. It's just that after a while they probably find out I like them because I'm not the most subtle person in the world. Then they back off with reactions that are probably similar to those worn by the poor innocent audience at the VMAs who had to witness Miley and Robin's little onstage spectacle. Well, my idol got through it didn't he? He did. I should probably tie a little moral into this and make it like a boring version of Aesop's fables for more experienced people. Basically, what I'm trying to get across, as cheesy as this may sound, is that no matter what is thrown at you, it's never something you can't handle. With the right people surrounding you, anything is possible to overcome. My idol made his dream come true and any of you can too. That's why when I feel like anything I do is pointless and I feel as if I will never accomplish anything in my life, I just take a deep breath and realize that I have my whole life ahead of me and this is just the beginning. There will be many more hardships to come, but that's what life is. 

 “A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.” ― George Bernard Shaw

Post 2: Parental Problems (8/28/13)

Parental Problems
Post 2
8/28/13

I love my parents, don't get me wrong. I mean, without them I wouldn't even be alive obviously. But sometimes it's so hard to believe that your parents were even teenagers at one point. You figure "Oh, they went through this once. They'll understand where I'm coming from." But no. Parents never seem to understand where you're coming from. That's why this post is going to be a bit of a rant about the misunderstandings between teenagers and parents. My mom has been a little angry at me lately because I went to the movies last night, I'm going to the movies on Friday (I've been waiting for months. I have pre-ordered tickets), I want to go back to school shopping and I want to go to Madame Tussaud's wax museum because there are a few figures that are only going to be where I live for a limited time and I want to see them before they leave. I guess I understand that I have been spending a lot of money lately, but weren't you bugging me to get off the computer and have a social life? Then when I have a social life you yell at me. Then I was trying to search for options that cost no money. My friend had mentioned there was a free Owl City concert at the shopping outlets close to where I live and I figure my mom would be okay with that because it's free. Of course she started yelling about how I still have to pay for food and she has to drive me and I don't appreciate her because I always want to leave the house. Woah woah woah. Where did that come from? That was a low blow. I understand but don't tell me to get a social life and then get upset when I actually have one. Lately I kind of have been wanting a belly button ring. Don't ask me why. It's probably just a phase but I kind of want one. You need to be 18 to get one without parental consent and as I'm not 18, I decided to go out on a limb and ask my parents. No is an understatement. My mom immediately asked which celebrity or which one of my friends influenced me to get one as if I'm a regular subject to peer pressure or something. Mom, you should know by now that I don't care about what other people wear and look like. I wear socks with anchors on them for goodness sakes. My dad on the other hand probably reacted worse by saying "You need a flat stomach for that." and when I replied that it is indeed pretty flat he shot back "Your ass is flat." Well thanks for the support, Dad. I guess that's a no go. Now don't take this post the wrong way. I'm very appreciative of my parents and I'm very thankful for everything they've done for me. However no matter how much you love someone there are bound to be fights and of course the fights in my household are plentiful. When it comes down to it, I love my parents but it's hard for me to believe that they were teenagers at once. Maybe all the hair dye seeped into their brain or their jeans were too tight and restricted blood flow when they were kids.