We could die by the following ways:
-Drowning. Apparently, some huge ice chunk just broke off of Antarctica or something.
-Getting nuked by North Korea. Enough said.
-Or getting blown up by the Taliban, which is in process of blowing up Pakistan.
-Suffocation. Our air is so bad. I just read that 60% of Americans live in places where the air quality is so bad that it could actually be stunting growth. 0_o
-Obesity. McDonald's will kill us all.
-Swine flu. Apparently some poor little toddler died. But my racist parents say he was in Mexico and they just brought him over the border and said he was American. RACISTS.
-Death by African pirates! Haven't you read the news? Now the Somali dudes are after an Italian ship!
-Economy crash. We'll all be so poor we'll be eating our own shit, according to my extremely pessimistic father. He thinks the American car industry is going to crash, but the scary thing is, he could be right.
-Straight-people meltdown. New Hampshire is allowing gay marriage. Some people are just so closed-minded and can't accept that.
-High gas prices. When I finally get my own car, I'm going to be too poor to actually drive it. It's looking better this year than last year though.
-Death by Asia. The fighting over there, over the whole continent, is just horrible. I hope it never comes here and it stops there.
-Fire. Fire has been everywhere this year.
So, my dear friends, it is my belief that we are quite simply doomed.
I turn to the left, and this lady has her visor down, and the vanity mirror open. She doesn't close it. She just keeps it open. And checks herself out, primps her bleach-blonde hair, and when the light turns, she speeds away, not putting up her vanity mirror.
Oh. My. God.
10. Bell Peppers
And I planted at least four of those today with my dad, plus about a hundred flowers in the front yard. Only after pulling up an insane amount of weeds in the garden, and an insane amount of weeds in the front. And pulling up a bunch of dead pansies, and doing a bunch of watering. And fertilizing. And laying down new mulch.
I am so freaking tired.
I just feel like I'm going to fast. I'm growing up too quickly. Yeah, I'm 15, and I'm out of the house in 3 years. It's kind of a scary thought, but everyone has to do it. I just feel like I'm ahead of everyone I know in the whole business... It's like my entire life right now is preparation for the future. Before I even think about doing something I think about if it will look good on a college application. I feel like such an effing geek. I should do things because I love them and I want to, not because some stupid college wants me to.
So am I getting off on the wrong exit from the highway of life?
I'm getting a ... I dunno, sort of a job, at a lab this summer. It's going to take up every day I'm not at band camp or on vacation or days I decide to take off. It will take as much time as an actual job, until I finish my project. I gave up being a PA at girl scout camp for this. Imagine that, I'll be working in a lab. If I want to be a marine biologist, this is a perfect experience. All the same...
Is this the life I want to have? Yeah, I love nature and all of its mysteries and creatures. Yes, I love my friends and family. But is this the way I really want to go? Yes, I'm still a kid, it's not like I'm choosing a major. But I'm certainly paving the road to where I might want to go.
I was thinking about this last night. I wrote like ten pages in my journal. (Yes I'm a total lame-o and keep a journal.) There's so much I want to do in life, I want to go so far. It's just... no one really ends up getting what they want for real. I feel like I'm having a mid-life crisis as a pitiful hormonal teenager, not a 47-year-old woman.
Example. Simple, but still. Every woman wants a wraparound porch but they usually end up in the center of Suburbia in a townhouse with a front lawn about two feet long. Everybody wants to be happy and go golfing or whatever in their free time. But what if I don't have that? If I'm a marine biologist, say, I'll be spending all my time in a lab or out in the field, wherever that is.
You know what? Screw golf, I don't like it anyways.
I love Earth Day. It is my most favoritest day of the year. I love to just go for a walk and give an extra hello to nature. Every time I go out I feel like the plants and animals are all talking to me, especially the trees. It's no different today... but it's like seeing your family on Christmas, know? On a day you're even more supposed to be together.
Go take a walk people. Go hug a tree, go save the world.
Gee, am I inspiring or what? XD
Coming home is kind of like waking up from a dream that you can hardly remember. In fact you're not even quite sure that it happened. Just jolted back to your real life like an alarm clock screaming in your ear at an hour too early to remember.
But... I'm back.
Oh, joy and rapture.
Today I saw someone wearing the same jacket that I have. She's kind of pretty. But it made me cringe.
I think the reason I hate seeing other people wearing the clothes I have so much is because they usually always look so much better in it than me.
I immediately panicked, thinking I had poisoned myself.
And then I laughed, what a funny way to die.
Well, I see you've just had the imponderable joy of stumbling onto the blog of an 18-year-old girl who can't really describe herself in 500 words or less, such as in little text boxes like these. She didn't intend her blog to really become so much like her online diary (she was hoping it would have an interesting, helpful purpose to serve the world and all) but blogging is just kind of fun. This girl's a bit of an environmentalist and a full-tilt vegetarian, a bit of an artist who can't draw, a bit of a writer who can't find time to read, and a completely hopeless romantic. She enjoys white chocolate, coloring, wading in creeks, music, Doctor Who, and speaking in third-person when it's unnecessary like this.
Now go read the rest of the blog and meet her, if you like of course. :)