I’M SO STUCK. I feel stuck, in a rut, empty, bored, sick of everything! I want out of my average everyday routine. I can’t wait for college.

New friends? No, I like mine. I’m sick of being home on fridays with my dad, I’m sick of not being able to pinpoint my feelings, I’m sick of have those same feelings all the time.

I NEED A REVOLUTION, AND BADLY.  I wish it was 1967, so I could run away to San Francisco and join a cause that actually meant something.

Any suggestions?


Today I was talking to my sister, and she said “Guess what! Did I tell you a story about the hobo?” And then she proceeded to tell about how yesterday when she was grocery shopping with our parents, they found several open containers of food. A half eaten pack of sushi, a rotisserie chicken and a bottle of water. “…hahahaha get it? That means there was a hobo steeling food in the store! A hobo! Ahahaha!” I wish she didn’t think it was funny, but she’s still young and probably doesn’t realize the gravity of the situation, but I wish there was something I could do to make her understand. There are so many people in this world, even in America! who have to steal things to eat it’s just terrible. I have a lot of compassion for those that are less fortunate than me. I feel so lucky to have the things I do.

But I also feel really sad. What gives me the right to have an iPod and cell phone and nice computer while some people my age don’t even eat daily? I just feel so helpless! Because really, what can I do? I know I can donate money, and I do, it just doesn’t seem like enough. I think that I’ll go build wells or something in Africa. Maybe help clear my guilty conscience. World hunger and disease and torture and rape. Really, what can I do? I’m just a teenage girl.

America: $4.00 coffee’s

Haiti: dirt cookies.

How fair is that?


Hypocritical people are some of my least favorite kind. People who can’t follow through with their words, or put their money where there mouth is are just…eugh. I know I’m guilty of it too. Everyone is too some degree. It’s all about practicing what you preach, really.

Speaking of preaching, today is Good Friday. I’m not a particularly religious person, in fact, I strongly dislike most organized religion. I think “in the name of God” has been used as an excuse for too many atrocities in history too really mean anything. I’m one of those “high and holy” christians, who only celebrate the really important holidays like Christmas and Easter, but don’t really go to church on a regular basis. I know a lot of people who share my idea, and who don’t really have any faith, not for any particular reason, but just because they weren’t raised with a particular faith.

So today, when I came to school and saw that there were literally hundreds of kids out, I seriously doubted whether or not %100 of those people were out because of the actual meaning behind the holiday. In fact, I know countless people to be absent for no reason besides taking advantage of the excused absence. To me, this is just wrong. If you don’t believe in a faith, and what it really stands for, and are known to be openly against it, don’t take the day off. Stand for what you believe in. Back up your words with actions. Don’t be such a fake, please.

First post, first post…what to start with? I suppose first off I’ll just talk about why I decided to start blogging. I needed a place where I could write whatever I felt, without having the pressure of the people I’m close to on me. I only told a couple of people about my blog, so for those of you that were lucky enough to hear about it congrats. Anyway, check out my general ‘about me’ for some…general stuff.

I promise the rest of these posts will have more of point, I’m just tired right now. And I hate how cliched this is, because most cliches are really annoying to me.