I'm Not Obsessed With You I Just Really Like Your Facebook/Twitter/Cell/Family/House/Clothes/School/Pictures/Thoughts/Feelings/Car.

Omg you guys, it is spring break season. Do you know what this means? Spring break hook ups! For real this is thee best time for NCMO's. But that isn't the point of this rant.

This is rant is about that one person that you are obsessed with.

(Please, do not deny the fact that this significant other came into your head the moment you read that.)

I came up with some things you can do to direct your thoughts away from this person. Knowing most people this won't work at all because everyone is crazy. Especially when it comes to "love".

Let me begin with some things that you need to discontinue doing because you are a psychopath.

DO NOT:

• You are most likely a stalker (seriously though.) So I want you to stop. Stop driving past his house and stop looking for his car in your school parking lot.
• Facebook stalking his family. I guarantee you are sitting there imagining yourself playing games with the fam. This is totes weird.
• Justifying reasons to text him. Like "Omg, you will never guess what I just saw." or "I had a dream about you!! :)" *HUGE sigh* He will look at his phone, look at the text and either A) Not text you back because you are annoying and needy or B) Send you a courtesy text that means absolutely nothing. There is nothing, NOTHING worse than being that girl. Annoying text girl. Annoy your crazy BFF instead.

DO:

• Make out with someone else.
• Exercise.
• Clean your room/car/closet.
• Do well is school.
• Start up a new hobby.

Girls Who Hate Girls

Dear Girls (Who Are Jealous/Mean),

Why are you railing every pretty girl? Why why why why. You can't change the fact that you are ugly so try making the inside decent. Also, stop putting on ugly clothes and wearing no make-up like you don't care what people think. I have to tolerate looking at it and it's not working, we can all still tell that you care. Here, let me help you. Go get yourself some skinny jeans, a curling iron and a low-fat yogurt. I then want you to sit and really reflect in on yourself. Ask yourself why? Why am I tearing down others? Then stop what you are doing and develop a personality so you can maybe compete.

You're welcome.

K love you bye.

Trees, Dreams and Home

Running is the way that I get out my frustrations. The trail doesn't judge me, berate me, or annoy me.
A tree sits on top of the hill, waiting to be touched. I touch it for different things, forcing my legs to carry me there. Sometimes a touch it for him, for me, for the basketball state game.
It's a stupid superstition that I can't let go. If I sacrific myself, forcing my legs to carry me there, it will help them somehow. I am saying to them, if I can, you can too. I don't want to go home, I want to stay in my running shoes forever. Home is wonderful. However, it hasn't always been that way. The spirit of contention has ruled my home. It has taken away love and put hatred in its place. I have seen things in my home that I will never forget. People I love and trust letting me down. Drugs. Screaming. The collision of opinon. The lack of responsibilty. The battle to fight what is right. Is it right? Is there a gray area between what is wrong and what is right? Not being able to prove my point. I am often drowned out by fears. Mocking laughter.My fear overtakes the will to stand up for myself. I remain quiet. Past the point of crying, I sit and stare. Trust is broken, bridges are burned. I will never forget. I am back to the trail. I love running, it relieves so much stress. The pain in my lungs may distracts me from the pain in my heart. My dreams are pointless. No one can be trusted, ever.People will let you down and pull you down. You and God. That is what you have. I touch the tree.

Obviously Not Myself

I feel like it's only fair that I explain exactly why I will be bouncing back and forth from someone who is deep, caring and educated to my actual self. This blog is for my creative writing class. Which should be easy but because I am a SENIOR and I honestly don't care about anything except for being skinny and boys, it is surprisingly hard. If I post something that shocks you with cultured and intelligent demeanor,  you will know why.

K, love you bye.

Some Of The Things You Missed Because You Didn't Go To The Mac Miller Concert

I'm sorry that I didn't invite you but, I guess we just aren't that good of friends. You missed the car ride up to Ogden, the music and the talking along with the traffic that lined the freeway. The sea of people waiting outside, urgent to get it. Policemen and multiple abulances just in case in got to crazy. The use of these when Mac came out and some got trampled. The smell of marajana. German Shepard police dogs going crazy outside the gates, wishing they could sniff out the source of the drug. Mac Miller cracking jokes and looking directly at us. People singing along. New, unheard songs just for our ears. Everyone making friends and just being people for an hour. The DJ before Mac came out, pumping everybody up. Being with our friends, laughing, joking, singing, pushing, shoving, flirting, talking. The crazy old lady and her husband fighting their way to the front of the concert. Adam going crazy and dancing to even the slow song. People getting annoying by how loud we were. Not caring what anybody thought, just losing ourselves in the music and the place. Trying to find our way through the crowd. Getting a boot on our car for being illegally parked. Taking a hammer to this boot and being set free. Speeding away, finding that we were lost in a scary area. Asking for directions. Keeping the doors locked and syaing prayers. Being disappointed when we found ourselves. Everyone falling asleep on eachother in the backseat. Kade struggling to stay awake the rest of the way. Not needing drugs to feel high. Getting kicked out of Walmart at midnight. Waking up feeling like a teenager. The knowledge that these years are short.

Things I Will Never Understand About Boys

Not to be like, an annyoing girl who is obssesed with everything boys do but I feel like this need to be directed.

WHY why why why do you always ask us things like "How long do I microwave this for?" "How much soap do I put in...?" The directions are on the box. Just read it, please.

When they take pictures of themselves and then put in up on Facebook. STOP. It makes you 100% homosexual and 120% undateable, forever.

When they ask "Do you hate me?" Yes, yes I do.

When they get mad because you have a life and crap to get done and you can't waste every second of your day with them.

When they wear jewlery. Unless that ring symbolizes your chastity or your deceased brother gave you that necklace, it's never okay. (Also, sports related jewlery is fine.)

ANYTHING that hints toward their feelings in a Facebook status or Tweet. Example. "Not all scars show. Not all wounds heal. Sometimes you can't see, the pain someone feels." Okay, I'm never talking to you again.

When they want to be all over you in front of your/their friends. NO. Get your hands off me.

When you legitimately want to get the heck away from them but they hold you tighter.

Why do they think that dad sunglasses are ever okay?

The Truth

Girls aren't funny. This is just a cold, hard fact. If you are a girl and people (people meaning other girls) think that you are funny you are probably just a freaking weirdo.

Please stop trying.