Sunday, February 28, 2010

Scrapbook Post

I had a fun time with my mom. We each made a scrapbook page together. Right now she is working on a scrapbooking contest. I decided to do what is called a sketch. It is a pre-planned page that you can change up. It was pretty fun. I earned 25 points. (I'm not in the contest it doesn't really count. The best part was that my I did it with my mom. I don't really scrapbook but I found that it was a cool yet scary experience.

If your interested in scrapbooking, the scrapbash contest, or want to see my page, checkout my mom's site: http://s6.zetaboards.com/LM_Alumni/index/

Friday, February 26, 2010

Pretty Post

Peer Pressure doesn't exist.

One of my teachers told me that once. Your choice is your own.

My choice was to not care what other people think. Yet, as I apply my make-up for the first time in a really long time, I have come to realize that in the past two years I had always gotten "dolled up" for my man. So I want to ask a guy out. What do I do? I put on my nice pretty not-a-t-shirt-shirt, spend ten minutes on make-up, and freak out because I can't find my other high heel boot. Does peer pressure exist?

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Long time no post.....

I know I just started in the bussiness but is it required to post every day or is it ok to wait? You tell me. Also baby wipes stink. They do.

Any who... Why can't guys decide what the want? Seriously. I asked out a guy (via note) two days ago. My friend had to wait three days doing the same method. Would they rather be put on the spot? Or should we agonize for days wondering "is that a no or a yes?" Please tell me!!!! What is your opinion on this? I don't care if your a guy or a girl. Tell me please!

Also me and my mom made up had another fight and made up again. Thats teenagism for ya!

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Before Bed Post

So I was talking to my mom and she was on the computer and I always have to fight for her attention when it she's on. Then my mom was just like "uh-huh" and "yeah" which I knew meant "You have lost my attention, the scap-gossipers are more important than you."
Even though I knew she didn't care I kept repeating the same joke to see how long it last. Then I started to "Your not even listening to me, see I keep talking and you don't even listen." After wrangling with my little sister she finally heard me. Then she was angry and told me that I have to get her attention if she ever wanted her to listen to me. So I was like you should try to talk to me sometimes.
"I always busy!"
So I'm not important enough? "You never talk to me first!"
"You always tell me about the books that you are reading and you always show me your charts." (I'll let you know 'bout that later)
So I stopped talking to her. I don't want to fight for her attention, I shouldn't have to, and obviously she has doesn't want to give it.

I'm all about opnion, what do you think we should do?

My Blog! My Rules!

So the reason for this blog is to help release some pent up emotions about how I'm feelings. The reaso it is called My Blog! My Rules is because when I used to vent to my friends online, they would get on to me and tell me to shut up and deal. So this blog is complaint free about my feelings. Feel free to be pissed at anyone (ALL NAMES ARE FAKE BTW) who I talk about. You are also free to share your opinion about how I acted and whether you thought what I did or said was right. However no "GOD! Get over him already!" or things like that.
MY BLOG! MY RULES!

Okay so here is what has recently happend a freshman boy who goes to my old high school, (Might I add that I have never met him) killed himself. It really upset me and I don't know why. I think it has more to do with anyone dying that way. A lot of people that I have met (but hadn't known too well) and people that I haven't met (but had been close to someone I'm close to) have died naturally and I haven't shed one tear. It's really hard for some reason. My BFF isn't even affected. (Maybe because of all of her realitives that have died already) I don't know what do YOU think?