The Pain of Searching for Fame

I am a masochist, more commonly known as an actress. How else could I explain the pain that I go through during every audition, and still go back for more? My guess is that I like the pain. In fact, it makes my day. In case you wanna know what else is bothering me, I'm sick! Do you know how hard it is to preform your best when you're holding back a cough, sniffle and sob all at the same time? My day has been wonderful.

I'll post again with the results of today's gruesome call backs (I was there for three hours and only read four times), unless I am simply too depressed.

Boys... Nough Said

Sometimes I wonder, why do boys decide to annoy girls when they like them? I have been told that this guy, who is acting like a total jerk around me, had a huge crush on me. And the guy that I have a crush on because he's super nice, doesn't like me that much. Why can't we all just do what we feel like doing? We'd all have much less drama. No more Degrassi-like secrets floating around in our thick little teenage heads (I'd like to point out that I never have and never will watch Degrassi). Oh well. Boys will be boys and girls will be girls. So be it.

I Wish Christmas Was in August

I have thoroughly annoyed pretty much everyone around me by belting out Christmas songs at random moments in my day. Yesterday I sang "All I Want for Christmas is my two front teeth" in Geometry. I have a sickness that I like to call The Christmas Curse. Every year around July and August, I just begin to wish it was Christmas. There's just something about it that makes everyone happy. Plus, I am so darn sick of this relentless HEAT!!! So I wanted to warn you, I might start singing Deck the Halls someday at the top of my lungs. Don't freak out and happy holidays!!!

TV Has Taken Over Teens

I was sitting in my French class today, and this really annoying girl behind me is talking really loud. She's said,"OMG, I watched, like, eight hours of Disney Channel yesterday." Don't get me wrong, I love anything Disney, but really? Eight hours? Wow, all I could think about the rest of the class period was how I would have spent that time. I don't know what it is about me, but I always end up getting those teachers. You know the ones, the ones who are so good at giving you homework that it takes all your will power not to glare at them in the hallways. Anyways, I just couldn't believe that she had all that time to waste. Or maybe she didn't. Maybe there's an English teacher on my campus who's super upset that this girl didn't turn in an essay or something. Oh the glory of high school!

An Answer to an Age Old Question

We've all wondered at some points in our lives, "why do bad things happen to good people?" I am here to give you an answer... Because they're the only kind of people who have the patience to make it through bad things. You put me in a bad situation, I'll probably end up on deppression pills. I don't take problems and trials well... But all of the people that I know who do are some of the nicest people I have ever met. They have the patience to get through problems and not even complain. Someday, I want to grow up and be like one of them... One of the many flaws that I'm working on.

Teenage Girls Have an Excuse

So I noticed the other day how annoying teenage girls are with their friends. I HATE IT!!! They just run around giggling at everything... And then I got together with my friends and did the exact same thing. I've figured out why we do that. Actually, I even made up an equation that I'm thinking about sending to NASA because it's so amazing.
girls+friends=adrenalin and giggling
So it's not our faults that we're so annoying. Think about that the next time you go to the movies.

First Post EVER!!!

Okay, first post ever... SO NERVOUS!!! I guess that I shouldn't be, 'cause no one will read this yet. I'm actually hoping that someone will read this at some point... Hi Nelly... Okay, so I guess that I should start with one of my opinions. I AM SO SICK OF GANGSTA BOYS!!! I'm that nerdy girl that always gets stuck behind them in class. I'm the one who has to look at the back of their inappropriate shirts while they flirt nastily with the girl next to them. Why this kind of stuff always happens to me is an answer that I'd love to know. Someday, I'm going to run up behind one of them and rip their pants up to cover those dumb boxers I see all around school. I'd just love to see the reaction that I would get. So yeah, watch out all you gangsta brotha's, cause Mo's on the look out for saggin pants!