Being white is no fun, really

Have you ever thought that you'd like to be a different ethnicity, not because of prejudice and stereotypes, but because it would just be more fun?
Caucasians lose when it comes to that. Black people have gangsta speak, asians have asian peace, what do we have? McDonalds. Just kidding on that one. No, we don't have much. Sure, we could say "homeslice" or spread peace signs in every picture we have taken, but we'd just look like poser fools. No fun there.

Being caucasian is boring, yeah. But at least foundation fits my skin tone (when I'm not too lazy to use it, that is.)

Uninvited

Wouldn't it suck to be the kind of person that can't wait for the weekend to be over? Because they know they don't have any plans? Wouldn't it suck to always hear about people's great plans, awesome parties, fantastic outings, but never be invited? Wouldn't it just suck if you heard one. more. time. "oh, didn't we invite you?" because NO. NO, you didn't.

Yeah, that would suck.

Oh wait, that's my life.

R-E-S-P-E-C-T

Friends often come to me and say their parents are totally impossible to reason with. Personally, I haven't had that problem since I was eight and ate all the dunkaroos without asking. It all comes down to respect. If you respect your parents (or pretend to. sometimes they can be really dumb.) then they'll give you at least a little more respect.
I find it amazing when friends say, "Yeah! No matter how much I shouted at her, my mom still didn't see it my way!" I mean, honestly. If someone shouted at YOU, would you be inclined to consider their opinion any more? No. So if you want something from anyone, not just your parents, give them what they want and present your opinions in a way that won't annoy the crap out of them.
I know I hate it when people talk to me like I'm retarded. So don't do it to your parents. Even if they are acting like retards.

Think.

Plan.

Be calm.

Be polite.

Don't spazz if things don't go your way. They might next time. In laymans terms, SUCK IT UP. If you keep being respectful and acting like you're on the same page as them eventually they'll grow to see you not as a whiny little kid but as a peer.

Good luck with your parents and other problem people.

Where's Weedo?

Today I witnessed two stoners trying to unmask the mysteries of a "where's waldo" poster and I was both enlightened and amused. First of all, it was great seeing them struggle with the concept that yes, waldo always wears that striped shirt.
Isn't life (or at least high school) a bit like finding waldo? Does it take a copious amount of recreational narcotics to make us look for people NOT wearing striped shirts? In a manner of speaking, of course.
Are we always looking for the same thing? Never thinking that perhaps there are others out there? Perhaps they don't have a striped shirt, but maybe they have those waldo-esque glasses. Maybe they have that fun little bobble hat!
People shouldn't need drugs to think outside the box.

Change your look, change yourself.

What is it with the current fascinationg with makeovers in pop culture? Will changing how you appear to the world really change how people think about you? Will buying that brand of pants make your butt look smaller and will wearing your hair in that style make the guys think you're more "their type"?

I'm not sure about that, but I do know that I'm not sitting here with ridiculous heated curlers in my hair for anyone else's enjoyment but my own. I could say I'm doing it for the artistic value of possibly setting up a lovely self-portrait photography oppurtunity, but honestly. I just want to see if I can make myself look smokin' hot.

So far, at 3:20 the verdict is that these curlers are dangerous. I've already singed my scalp and I'm hoping the majority of my hair survives. I don't know how long I'm supposed to leave these things in for maximum effect, but any longer and I might go crazy. Curlers mainly make me feel old. And I feel old often enough, thank you very much.

3:25 I'm thinking maybe I could've been more patient, but the moment of truth has arrived. The curlers are coming out!

4:05 After running around my front and back yards like a chipmunk on crack, camera in hand, I have created photos both artistic and smokin' hot. Objective acheived. However, curlers took too long and burnt my head too much.

Herein

Herein lies the thoughts, observations and pet peeves of a product of gifted learning. That means I'm someone who doesn't think like your average 15 year old. Some people might think that means I think older than the normal, but I would imagine I just think different. Perhaps more efficiently.

I'm getting ahead of myself. What you will hopefully read in the following entries is a look into what it's like to be abnormal. To not fit in with the regular people. Whether that's being too smart, too awkward, too weird or too mature, sometimes it's really terrible being beyond the norm, and sometimes it's amazing.

I love my life, no matter how far from the expected it is. Everyone's special, but some are more special than others.