a typical friday night in this "city"

So here I am sitting on my friend Julia's huge ass computer, wondering what in the hell I am doing with my life.

I am 18 years old, cheering on a game of beer pong.

While some of my fellow peers are fighting for our freedom in an unnecessary war. In my own opinion of course.

So what can I do as a teenager who's voice is usually hushed or ignored?

Can I make a moving song? Lead an inspirational seminar?

NO, because nobody would listen. and that's okay.

I have learned to accept my role in society. I am a teenager, whose point of view has no impact on the world, and that's okay. I suppose.

Although sometimes I question whether the people we are taught to listen to, follow and advocate for are really in the same boat as me....

are they wondering whether anyone listens? are they secretly hoping not to be judged? or are they pulling bull-shit out of their butts...

I really do not know, but I have learned to move along, and not ask questions. Those that ponder and question the unknown never end up happy...

So now at this present moment I am counting down the days until I am free from the protective glares of my mother. I want to get "crunk" every night, and not worry about making up excuses to placate my mom. And that is what is expected of me. and I guess that's okay.

I will continue to do what others think I should, for now.

I will not question authority, because it never turns out positively, for now.

But one day I WILL stand up for what I believe in, and conquer the world.

Until then I will be content with the 8 people that have read my blog and try to understand what in the hell I am ranting about...

THANKS Y'ALL <333

Hmmmm

No lie, this is kind of cool.

Hmm I wonder if anyone will ever read this....

If you are, then hello! and welcome to my head..

What should I talk about? Love? High School? Religion?

the cliche blog topics I suppose..

I wonder if I will become famous from this blog? Will I be the next Julia from "Julie and Julia"?

:0 maybe I will meet the love of my life (Leonardo DiCaprio), after my blog turns into a New York Times Bestseller and a box office hit!

A girl can dream....

I probably seem like someone who forgot to take their Ritalin, but that is just how I am.

I ramble a lot and say things that don't make sense to anyone but myself.

I fidget often, and space out constantly. I never ever stop moving or thinking..

Actually, my thinking face is pretty scary, I have on a very blank expression. Some call it threatening, others murderous.. even the guy at my local Starbucks mockingly calls me Smiley.

Sometimes, I wish people could read my thoughts so they would know I'm not some psychopath, just a girl caught up in my own thoughts...

For example, the kids in my english class probably think I'm some stuck up girl, too cool to speak to anyone or do anything but I'm really just thinking of what a waste of time this english HONORS class is.

TANGENT:

My english class is the most ridiculous thing on the planet.

I am 18 years old

I can defend my country in war..

I have a say in who the next ruler of our nation is..

I can legally purchase lethal recreational substances,

BUT from the hours of 7:30am-9am every monday through friday I must use a "Potty Pass" to go to the bathroom.

enough said.

ANYWAY, I guess that is enough for tonight.

I am off to go straighten my hair, because the propaganda stuffed down the throat of our youth, tells us that straight hair is beautiful....

I am waiting for big puffy curly to be in style

A girl can dream...