Senior-itis

       Don't you hate it when senioritis kicks in? Those moments when you just can't get yourself to care. When it comes down to sleeping an extra hour for school the next day or finishing watching that great movie; the choice between doing that big senior project, or Faceboook stalking all of your friends. Then at the end of the quarter you have to scramble to get your late work in, and beg the teacher for any amount of  extra credit you can get.
      Senioritis is a real epidemic across America's high schools, and there's nothing you can do but suffer thorugh it. Now, I have to admit I am suffering from senioritis. I was in class the other day and my teacher gave a due date for our work, I had already planned in my head that I would wait until Sunday to complete the paper and turn it in on the due date.
      Then out of no where my teacher asked who hadn't turned the paper in. This confused me because the last I had heard it wasn't due yet. So I raised my hand and said I didn't turn it in yet, and she asked me why I didn't care for her class any longer. I was slightly offended that she had called me out in front of the class so I asked why she thought that I didn't care and told her that I do care.
      Yes, I understand that I have serious senioritis but I think teachers need to be more understanding of the fact that we're about to graduate and have a lot going on. My final message; put yourself in each others shoes and try to understand what each other is really going through.

What Don't You Understand??

         Don't you hate it when people just don't see your point? Ever met those people who you just can't seem to get along with? I know quite a few of those people. One in particular has a certain view on everything and ostracizes anyone who doesn't agree with them.
        I had just eaten lunch and was waiting for the bell to ring when the subject of men came up. now, I am very particular when it comes to the type of guys that I am interested in. Of course, this person is very particular as well.
        I am terribly UNSORRY that I didn't agree with her, opinions are opinions for a reason. It's my choice to be interested in whomever I am interested in. People these days have a horrible attitude when it comes to opinions and choices.
      For example, people who disagree with being bisexual or gay. Well they're entitled to their choices and opinions as they so constantly remind us, but when it comes to that person who is bisexual or gay they have no opinion, no choice, the big abortion issue, the war on drugs, it's all the same thing.
      The way I see it, people are always going to do what they want, the human population is forever adolescent. (As far as the 'teen' cliche goes) So if they're going to do what they want then let them. Have your own opinion and do what you will, but let other people do as they will as well.
        My final message; no one in this life is going to do things that everyone agrees with, so just leave people to do what they wish to do and have their own oponions and tell them to do the same for you.

Fake Females

          Don't you hate it when nothing about a girl is really them? If you met Barbie as a human being, what would she look like? There are differing views. One source says Barbie would stand about 5’6”, weigh nearly 120 pounds, and have the measurements 38-18-34. 38 inches for her chest - 18 inches at her waist - 34 at her hips. It is speculated that if Barbie were human, she would be so thin that she would not be able to menstruate. This is because she would not have the body fat percentage necessary to do so. Statistics say the Barbie body type is likely to occur in one out of every 100,000 women.
          No matter what way you look at it, Barbie's body is not average...and also not easily attainable.
What impact does this have on young girls that spend hours and hours playing with these dolls? Do they want to become like Barbie and look like her?
We know that the more time we spend with anything, the more influence it has on us. If you spend weeks studying for a test, you'll probably do better than if you just spend a few minutes studying.
I think the same is true with our time. If we spend hours and hours playing with Barbie dolls, they are bound to have an influence on us. Just as if we would spend hours and hours playing video games.
           In 1965 Mattel came out with a “Slumber Party Barbie” that came complete with a bathroom scale permanently set at 110 pounds. The doll also came with a book entitled How to Lose Weight. And inside this book it gave the advice: “Don’t Eat”. The matching Ken doll also came with slumber party accessories, but his were milk and cookies, sending a very different message.  Mattel received many criticisms about Barbie and the impact she has on young girls around the world. In the summer of 2000, they decided to change Barbie to a more modern look.
“The new Barbie will have a more natural body shape – less busty with wider hips.”
What caused Mattel to make these changes? One influence may have been a drop in sales. According to the Los Angles Business Journal, Barbie sales dropped from $2 billion to $1.5 billion in 1999.
           My final message; there are many other influences on our body image that just toys and advertising. Many times it is the thoughts within our minds and how we see ourselves. We can get to the point where we begin to believe lies about ourselves.

Killer Cancer

        Don't you hate it when you have to blame cancer for murder? A year ago today my grandfather was the victim of a double homocide. The murderer being a malignant cancer that spread to just two parts of his body. After a four year fight, the doctors told him they couldn't save him. In just one short week after being put into hospice, he passed away. Lying next to my grandmother, in mid-conversation.
        Ever since I was a little girl I was his favorite, and he spolied me rotten. He bought me a pet duck, and really anything I wanted. He used to make the best homemade apple pie and he always let me play with the left over dough. He bought a purple house because purple was my favorite color; and whenever I came over he always had a banana ready to give to me (my favorite fruit). I even owe my taste in music to my grandfather, he was the first one to inroduce me to Eric Clapton, and his personal favorite Pink Floyd.
        I guess that's what all grandfathers are for, but my grandfather was the best. A couple weeks before he passed I set aside a day to spend with him and we spent it just like we did when I was five. We watched The Lion King, baked an apple pie, and listened to some 1970's classic rock. It was a day that I'll remember for the rest of my life.
       My final message; spend every moment you can with those you care for, and tell them you love them everyday. One day they will be gone and you'll wish everyday you had one more moment to do all those things that you didn't.

Uninvited

               Don't you hate it when your friend's look over you completely when doing something they know you'd be interested in? This is a problem that quite a few of my friends and I run into, and very recently actually. One of the things that I am very passionate about is music, all types of music. Ironically enough, I've never actually been to a concert.
               One of my friends, who shall remain unnamed, was told about a concert with ten different bands called 'Winter Jam'. One of the main bands were one of my favorite bands and she chose not only to wait until last minute to tell me about it, but to not invite me. Then every second after she went I heard about how AMAZING and GREAT the concert was. Well, I sure am glad that she had fun. Honestly I'll live without being invited, there will always be another concert. It just would have been nice to get the invitation.
                 I'm not exactly mad at her because these things happen all the time, I couldn't even count all of the parties that people didn't text me about. My final message; Invite your friends to do things with you! If they don't invite you places, then get over it.

Unrecognized Adulthood

Don’t you hate it when your adulthood goes unrecognized? I’ve waited almost my entire life to be able to make my own decisions and live life by my own rules. When that moment finally came, I was expecting to feel completely different, like my life had come full circle. When actually, I didn’t feel different at all, and to make things worse, my mom thought she could get away with ignoring it.

I moved out of my mom’s house about a year ago, but she still takes me to school and work until I can get a car. It was sunny Sunday morning and I woke up feeling energized and motivated. I walked up to my mom’s house and took my little brother and sister outside to play. After an hour or so my mom and I went up to the grocery store. When we got home my grandma was there with Easter outfit’s for my siblings and new scrubs for me.  

My grandma asked if my fiancé and I would go to her house and help her do some yard work. I agreed and we went to do some good old physical labor. It was a warm day and the wind blowing through my hair felt euphoric. I was raking fallen leaves and throwing them in a garbage bag when I bent over to fast and hurt my back.

                I was on the ground instantly, the pain was unbelievable, my grandma took my inside the house and my fiancé helped get me medicine and lay down. After a while she took us home and I tried to sleep it off, I had school in the morning.  At 6:00 a.m. my alarm clock was screaming at me to wake up, and I couldn’t bring myself to roll over. The pain in my back was a million times worse than the night before. I texted my mom and told her I wasn’t going to school that day. In my opinion, it was my choice to make. I didn’t live with her anymore and I’m 18 years old. My mother proceeded to tell me that if I didn’t go to school she was done with me.

Where does she get off treating me that way? It was my right and my stubbornness just wouldn’t let this go. I felt I had something to prove so I told her I wasn’t going and there wasn’t anything she could do about it. So she said she was done and I was on my own. This proved harder than I thought and I eventually came to my senses and apologized.

My final message; you only have one family, and one mother. So don’t take them for granted and don’t get a big head. More than likely their just trying to do what’s best for you overall.

Fifty Dollar Void

           

          Don’t you hate it when your coworker becomes the employee? My thoughts exactly, when last night, one of my customers was a coworker who had just gotten off of work. It was one of my first nights on the register and I was still learning. I had helped a lady get a Playstation and a couple games, so I went to check her out. She had two huge carts full of stuff to buy. So I started ringing her out and when I got to the Playstation, she told me she didn’t want it anymore. So I voided it off of her purchase. Little did I know that when you void something over $50.00, you have to have a manager override the purchase. After I had voided the game system, she had changed her mind and wanted it again. So I put the game system back on her purchase and finished checking her out.

 While I was doing this a line had started forming and the next person in line was an employee at Walmart that had just gotten off of work. I didn’t recognize her but she looked very impatient. I was finishing up checking out the lady and pressed total, the screen for a manager override showed up and I was waiting on a manager. The employee then became very rude with me and walked off.

The customer was furious with her, so angry that when the manager did come they had a huge complaint. Now the customer wasn’t mad at me, she had made a point to tell the manager that I was only doing my job. What was this employee’s problem? She needs a lesson learned in professionalism and common courtesy. My final message; people need to be more understanding and patient, don’t be that person everyone hates.

Dead Beat Dad Syndrome

Don’t you hate it when the man who gave you half of your genetic material doesn’t even acknowledge your presence? That’s exactly what I was thinking yesterday when I was at work and my father, a man who hasn’t ever really been there for me completely ignored me. As if I wasn’t even there.

I was at work (Wal-Mart’s electronic department) behind the counter helping a gentleman buy a GPS for his car. I had just happened to look up and see my father, and my stepmother. So I finished up with my customer and walked over to the camera display, where they were standing. I smiled and said hey to them and they ignored me, my stepmother, Tara, at least gave me a dirty look. So I asked if there was anything that I could help them with. He looked at me and then at my coworker, Ben, and decided to ask Ben if he would help them.

Now, I admit I knew deep down inside that it was hopeless for me to expect some sort of recognition. For years I cried myself to sleep because he wasn’t there. I asked myself what in the world I could have done to make him hate me, why didn’t he love me? Now I realize that he’s just a coward.

This is the same man who left when I was but nine months old. The same man who hit my mother and ran off with a sixteen year old girl. The same man who has more than five children by various women. Why should I ever have even wanted apperception from a monster like him? Today’s message- Be stronger than those who have hurt you, you’re better than that.

Everyday Moments You Just Can't Ignore

Do you ever just go off, even about the little things that irk you? Are there moments of your day, no matter how big, that make you want to pull your hair out? That’s all that ever seems to happen to me. These things infuriate me, even though they are small. Now, most people would say it’s best to look at your cup half full. I feel that seeing your cup half empty will ready you for what life is really like. Realism is life, and in life there will be things that irritate and anger you.

Whether it’s your car won’t start, your mom won’t stop calling, you can’t seem to find time enough to do anything, the idiots on Facebook who won’t stop updating their status’, or your boss just doesn’t quite get you. I have had it happen to me, and I have a few choice words to say about it.

I feel like, if people had a place to come and relate to normal everyday things and vent about their day and what they hate, people may be happier and more relaxed. So before your head explodes, come and read some of what I have to say and relieve some of your own stress. Have a laugh at all of the messed up things that happen to me.