Let's just let the world walk by...

Secret Number Twenty Two: I feel inadequate when compared to my older sister.

I hate it when my parents ask for help with something, typically something techy like the computer, and when I don't know, they sound all annoyed and say, "Well we'll just ask your sister. She knows this stuff." Thanks, guys, for shoving that knife deeper into my self esteem! I mean, God, don't they hear themselves when they talk? People should have seminars for parents on stupid shit you SHOULDN'T say to your kids.
1) When I was your age, I had to blah blah blah. -Yeah. We don't care what you HAD to do, we just care about how you're making us vacuum the stupid living room for the second time this week.
2) If your friends jumped off a cliff, would you too?- No, we're not suicidal(the most of us). However, if there were ropes involved, Hell Yes!
3) Oh, well, let me ask insert older sibling's name here, I bet they'll know it.- Okay, go ahead. Also, while you're at it, ask them if they'll also let you live with them, cause now I'm just gonna chuck you into a retirement home, bitch.

Yeah. So now, since I'm not as brilliant or studious as my sister, I'm just inadequate. I should probably be used to it, but I'm not. I'm sick of this shadow I'm having to live in.

On other news, my Physics AP Test is tomorrow, and I've hardly studied. I've already accepted my failure.

Night, night.

My hands smell like metal.

Secret Number Twenty one: I'm really bad at remembering things, such as blogging.

So, the year is almost over; delicious smells are floating...along with deadly and irritating pollen. The mosquitoes are making themselves known, as are June Bugs.
Number of June Bugs savagely murdered so far: 3
Everyday I'm getting closer to the joy of sunbathing and late nights...and also to my AP tests. Gah. AP tests are just not aesthetic. They're ugly, vile, putrid, baneful things that deserve to be burned in a pit and danced around. (Notice that I am memorizing SAT words. aha, BAM.)
Also, the place in which I was working just went out of business randomly, leaving me with no job and barely any money. Good news= I can stay out later, Bad news=....no money.

I'm attempting to find another job, but not running rampant through the streets JUST yet. Maybe in a couple weeks when my savings account dries out.

Saturday I'm helping best friend Emily get ready for prom. I'm really excited, even though I don't have prom. It's just the girl inside of me. :)

I should go study, so tata.

"And I was like baby, baby, baby OOOOH!"