"but she's not on council!"

Thanks. I didn't ASK to be there. I didn't ask to be included. I know I'm not welcome. Just let me do my work and leave me alone. You could have left me alone. I was fine where I was. Why did you call me over just to torment me? I would much rather be at home reading. You stay with your clique. I'll stay at home.

All that.. for a parrot balloon. A balloon which I was given.. even though I'm "not on council." It's a balloon! I don't want it! What's the big deal?

But thanks for reminding me that I'm not welcome. That I don't belong. I'm an intruder. an imposter. an outsider.

$3.
55 Books.
Countless hours of reading.

English Class

English class = :(

For two years, I have worked to conform my writing style to the preference of my teacher. This year I must do it again. Every year my English teacher tries to change my voice, transform it into her own. But I don't want her to do that! I want to keep my own voice! I want her to help me develop my own! Not create another.

Stop trying to change me into who you want me to be. Stop holding me back. I'm not in the class because I lack the ability to take all AP classes.. I'm in the class because I choose to.

Stop holding me back. Make me better!!!

Bad Taste

We went to a college Girl's Volleyball match today. Cal vs. Washington. I find it slightly amusing that earlier my mother had commented on the strange way of thinking in California. It's a rather perverted (aka demented), self-centered thought process, really. It includes something called double-standards.

For example, in today's game. There is a game that many people like to play while watching. They will yell really loud while the visiting team has the ball in order to see if they can get the team to mess up. It is not considered rude. It is not considered disrespectful or mean. It is "accepted." However, if I, for example, were to do the exact same things while the home team is playing, it would be considered bad taste. It's called double-standards. They can do it to whomever they wish, but the minute anyone does it to them-- ooh.. bad taste. tsktsktsk.

Of course, they justify it. They claim that the other team would do it to them if the roles were reversed.... So?

The world would be a much better place if people stopped thinking about themselves so much and thought about others. Yeah, I know. It's a pride thing. You can't let anyone know that you did something wrong. *gasps* The horror! Instead, you hole yourself up in your own little world where you are always right and perfect, and anyone who opposes you is in "bad taste." Right.

Why not just wave goodbye to your Christian testimony, too, while you're at it? Look.. there it goes!

Treating others fairly. Ditching the status quo. Being your own person. All those are supposedly "bad taste." My bad. But honestly, if that's the way ya'll see it. I'd love to have bad taste, 'cuz in God's eyes, that's what really tastes good. So wave goodbye, because your testimony is leaving really fast.

A Bookmark

You.
Me.
Good times.
Hard times.
Always there.
Sisters.
☺♥☺♥☺♥☺♥☺♥☺♥☺♥☺

Sounds nice, right? But where is "there"? "Always there." Yeah, she's always there. But never here. I don't want her there. I want her here with me!

But rethink that question: where is there? For sisters, "there" is not a physical place on Earth. It is a comfortable room in the middle of our hearts and minds where we can relax and just be together. Where we can leave the world behind and meet in the middle, bringing only ourselves. Dropping our baggage on the way out. All that unnecessary and painful baggage that the world heaps upon our backs, waiting for us to break so they will have someone to feed on.

Good times.
Hard times.
Always there.
Sisters.

Love and Hate

Few people realize how closely connected and interwoven love and hate are. Extreme hate quickly transforms into ardent affection and love, and vice versa.

How often have you been talking to someone you once loved, and realized suddenly that all you felt was disgust and contempt for them?

I have read many stories where one character hates the other. By the end, they are madly in love.

I've also read many stories where one character is madly in love with the other. Too quickly that love turns into livid hate.

Ever wondered why two such opposite emotions are so closely interconnected?