Dirty little secrets

Girls reveal more about themselves at a sleepover than you could get them to spill in therapy. Even if they dont come out and say it directly, you can tell who they like, hate, or which friend of theirs they swecretly think is a boyfriend stealing beezy. There could never be anything better. And now let us comense the pillow fighting in our underwear......not realy.

what happens at 2:30 in the morning...ends up on my blog?

A wise, wise friend once told me, "Andrea, drunken statements are sober thoughts." then she threw back another jack daniels, tightened her sweatpants string, and said, "lets fight bitch!"

OH YEAH!

My god. I forget sometimes just how much i adore my family. A comercial came on the TV and it may have single handedly changed, and likely improved, my relationship with my dad. oh lord....jesus love ya.
the comercial was for koolaid. it showed a big bottle of soda and the big red pitcher full of fun, battleing it out on a rolling log in the middle of a lake. as soon as my dad saw this he jumped to the edge of his chair, claped his hands together once loudly, and shouted, " look at him go! i always wanted to be the koolaid man!" .....and then he continued to thrash around on the couch clapping in approval as the koolaid man rolled to victory and the soda bottle fell and floated off ontop of the water like a halareous boat of some kind....i've never seen a beverage's legs move so fast. I have to say, that the best part was realy the look of shock on my mom and sister's face as their gaping mouths dripped the words...oh....my.....god. this night has officially been logged in my mind as the best day of my life.

ranting!

Oh my. The drama of being a teenager is seriously taking affect this year. who would of thought it huh? high school world is a very different thing from everyday world. you dont realy notice it when your a freshman though. your given very little time to prepare. in high school world, as soon as you turn 16 the forces of nature single you out for as much humiliation as it can possibly rain down apon you with, and, it all happens within days. maybe its all part of "growing up" yet it always seems to be the silly little ridiculous things that get you the worst when your a teen. things like, oh no, that skank from biology stole my boyfriend, or that jock on the football team called me gay and now my life is ruined. how these things encourage becoming a mature adult later on, i have'nt a clue. In everyday world, you just barely exsist. when your home you worry about school, and when your at school.....you desperatly want to go home. it makes me wonder, which place am i suposed to be the most concerned about? is it school? or is it the outside world that, as soon as a graduate, i will forcefully be shoved off the plank into? if the real life is anything like highschool, i have the right to be increadably affraid of growing up.

a sophmore and nearly important

When your a sixteen year old girl with a blog you don't get alot of respect from the adult world....or the upperclassmen world for that matter. But, seeing as how i've got one now thanks to my friend, because im way to technologically challenged to make one myself, i might as well annoy as many people as i can with it. yaaaaaay!