Pinky Promises :)

First of all, I would just like to say hello :) I hope everyone had a good weekend and will have a good week :) Plus, I'm writing in purple because i feel like it. And it's pretty, and black is boring me at the moment. So yeah. Annnnd nooowwwww we are going to talk abouuttttttt...... pinky promises! Pinky promises: the worlds strongest promise. When you pinky promise, it's a lifetime promise! And crossing your fingers does not count. Today during history, we played the red dot game (which was actually super hilarious and fun) and Charley was like, "Dude, I pinky promise on our friendship that I'm so not a red dot." So I was all, "Okay man, I believe you. I mean it is a pinky promise." And guess what.....she was a red dot. Blasphemy.

Jk, it's all good. Charley's still awesome, and we're still friends. Cuz, well... duh. It's a game. But forreal, the pinky promise is and should always be legit! :)

Well, Alyssa's mad. So let's have a little talk about judgement...

So a couple of the Junior boys, I will refrain from mentioning any names, made a "List" today. It's a list rating all of the girls in our school by their physical appearance...5 being the highest. Honestly, this blog is just a way to get my anger out...so if you don't want to read a bunch of rambling on...I suggest you leave this page. Because it's seriously makes me mad that people would do that. I mean really? You're going to rate people by the way they look? Girls go out and starve themselves, cut themselves, even kill themselves because they feel that they don't fit into what society sees as "pretty." That's complete crap. Every single person on this planet is different. Even twins. Everyone is different. And the fact that you don't look the same as everyone else is WHAT MAKES YOU BEAUTIFUL. That is beauty. THAT is called being unique. Don't judge people by what they look like on the outside. Is that not one of the main lessons we've learned since we were five? Don't judge a book by it's cover. And the thing that makes me really mad is the fact that these people are my friends...and I'm on the list. I realize it's dumb to get so angry over something so childish, but it just makes me sooooo mad. Omg. I mean, I left my lunch table today. I didn't even sit with them. It just frustrates me so much that people can be so cruel. And they think it makes them look cool? 

       NEWSFLASH:   It's doesn't make you look cool. You look like immature idiots who can't hold onto your own relationships anyway. Think about how you're making people feel, and who you are affecting. Think about how you would feel if people started pointing out YOUR flaws. Stop judging people by the way they look and worry about your own lives. Grow up.

Children.

Kids are cool. They say random stuff at the best times, and the great thing is, they don't even realize it. I love how kids can make a horrible situation into a positive one. Their misunderstanding of the world is what makes them so innocent. If you asked a 5 year old what war is, they would probably say a type of food, or a new Barbie. It just amazes me how things change. I mean, I remember when I had no idea what hatred was. I didn't know fear, or war, or death. Everything was just there. It just was. Nothing was negative. And my mind didn't think about anything further in the future than the present. I miss that. I guess what I'm trying to say, is kids are great. They don't even have to try. Because to them, everything is great.

So I've Realized...

Heardddd that.

I despise taking the cart to the little cart box thing at Wal-Mart. Especially when it's cold. I wish I could just leave it there, sitting by the car. But I always get mad when someone takes a good parking spot by doing that. It would be cool if I could just roll the cart into the cart box thingy as I'm driving by. That would be pretty epic. I just really don't like pushing them in the parking lot. It tickles my hands because of how bumpy the road is on the wheels, and I always have to wait for a car to pass before I can awkwardly push the cart across the road, hoping nobody runs me over, and put it in the little cart box thingy. I don't know. It's just one of those things I wish I didn't have to do.