When The People We Are Told To Look Up To, Look Down Upon Us

So the coach was kind of annoyed with the Varsity Cheerleaders because they had been saying rude stuff about the Junior Varsity Squad. She said that if she ever saw it again they would be kicked off the squad. I happen to be on the JV team but that's totally fine with me because it's my first year so I'm not very good yet. I personally don't think you should get any chances if you are insulting the lower team. We are all cheerleaders. It's actually weird how much real life is like the movies. I thought cheerleading was just a fun sport to do, a sport filled with peppy people who have school spirit, not a place where girls are acutally getting made fun of for not being the best. The coach also talked about how the Varsity girls should be role models for the JV. I will never look up to them. I don't want to be some girl who is mean to girls because they aren't good enough. I'm tired off this whole wall put between the teams. We should all being cheering on the same side of the football field. We should all be going to the beach together. We are all a team. Next year I or my team mates might not be on the JV team. It won't be fun for us knowing the cheerleaders we're having bake sales and sleep overs with were recently making fun of us. I used to idolize the cheerleaders. I wanted to try to see the good in everything and make people smile but I can't make other people smile if I'm busy trying to get my own team to smile. Non of the girls in JV really want to be on JV because of how unfairly we are being treated. It's sad to think that girls today are giving up their dreams because other people made them feel inferior. If I ever organize JV events they won't be just for JV girls. These events will be for anyone who wants to go. The won't be JV only. Nothing will have the word "only" in the name.
It's actually awkward for me because last year I didn't think bullying exsisted. I thought that the person getting picked on had just pissed off the other person. In some cases that is true but not all the time. Now I get picked on for no reason other than the fact that my vertical is.... well.... not very vertical. Bullying will never stop and sometimes we'll just have to suck it up. It just kind of hurts to know that the people we are suposed to be looking up to are looking down on us.
Sorry my blog was so short today. I wasn't planning on it but I saw an email that our coach sent out and needed to speak my feelings.

Bras, Panties and Oh it's Random Monday

In girl scout camp a couple of years ago a woman game to us and talked about barn owls. She said if we litter in the streets, the rats will eat the garbage, the owls will eat the rats and then the cars will hit the owls. Dead owl. So I asked her if we could throw our trash into the field. My humor has always been quite dry and teachers have never really liked it. Infact instead of doing my summer homework I'm going to write a detailed paper about how smart people shouldn't have to do summer homework while the kids who barely try in school get tp enjoy their summer. How the hell is that fair? So my grade drops 7%, who cares? They appreciate my hard work and good grades but they don't like my random out burts or my papers that they find "inapropriate. In 7th grade I wrote a paper questioning why God loved prostitutes and no homosexuals. Or in 8th grade when I wrote a paper about the school dress code being way to flexable. What is up with leggings without covering their butts? To much saggy butt syndrome. I can't stand walking up the steps behind a girl with water balloons where her ass should be. I hate to sound like my mother but sluts get layed, ladies get real relationships. No gentalmen wants a women who isn't just as proper. Also those v-necks aren't cute! I can't tell you how to dress but v-necks give the saggy boob look and it's gross.
Speaking of saggy boobs my grandma is in town. Wow, she is a bright ray of sunshine. Except she doesn't like me, she doesn't like me and oh yeah, she doesn't like me. She wanted to take tons of pictures with my brother and his football gear but when I offer to take a picture of me in my cheer uniform she just ignores me. My cousin wants to go to Broadway. My grandma takes her to Broadway. I want to go to Canada. I have to PAY FOR IT. It isn't cheap either. My cousin is much more special than me because she graduated a semester earlier. Oh great she gets to skip prom! I'm so proud. I try so hard to be good and make her proud but everything I do is wrong. We were at the horse track and if I would have placed bets on all the races I would have made a total of $47.60 but I didn't have the money to place the bets so I just circled my bets. My brother made about $13. My grandma bragged to everyone there how great my brother is at picking horsses. He picked because he liked the colors.Thanks Grandma.
Woah it's cold in here. Anywho I have a  athletic physical tomorrow. I was filling out the sheet and it asked me how many times I got my period in the last year. Who the hell counts? Like who tallies it. Oh looks like it's my fourth period so far this year. How is my period going to affect my athletic ability? I hate when they make me strip down and wear those hospital robes. My butt hangs out the back. Why do they have to touch me in my no no area anyway? I can tell you when something is wrong. I know when I'm feeling out of sorts. I don't need someone else to tell me. Sometimes I even get a male doctor. I know he's my doctor but I don't feel bad about being uncomfortable when an old man touches me. I hate to be rude.
Speaking of rude people. People at school can be so rude. Like one day we were waiting for the bus and these girls were calling eachother ratchet and all of a sudden they were ripping eachothers' hair out. That night it was posted on the internet. There have been so many fights posted on the internet lately. And one time this boy just came up to me and told me I need to wash my hair and wash my face and take off those combat boots (they were not combat boots!) Is everyone in the world like this? Is it just my school? I need to move. I have never watched movies, read books, or heard anyone talk about people so rude. I've never done anything to this boy. He isn't so angel faced either but I would never say that to his face. I chose to take the proper aproach and stick gum under his foot when he wasn't looking. Atleast I had a reason. My teacher said she had a breath problem because of a medication she was talking (BS) but these girls teased her about it all the time. Whenever she would yell at them they would wave their hand infront of their noses. Like really is that nessesary? I guess I won't understand the minds of people.
There is this guy at school that pats himself on the back for knowing people. I bet he couldn't tell me why poeple are so rude. He's more rude than anyone. He wouldn't like me until I got a boyfriend and then he would start liking me again. Whatever though I have a new crush. I mean he has a girlfriend and is much older than I am but he's so adorable! I'm so glad this blog is a secret. I love random Mondays. They happen to be a wonderful type of random.
Sorry about my ranting but today is random Monday when I will talk about a bunch of random subjects that I need to just you know, talk about. Tell me what you think about my ideas. I love comments. It's my favorite thing ever. I like talking. As you can see.

These are a Few of My Least Favorite Things

I went to the wedding yesterday. I didn't know like anyone so it was really awkward. For a little bit I was the only one at my tabke, toasting to the air. Atleast I got to dress up. My dad didn't ask about the slip when I got home so I guess that was also good. I feel a little bad because I mostly just sat there and sampled cupcakes but I don't dance alone. Other than that wonderful experience, I'm typing this at 8 in the morning at church on my phone. When I post this it will probably be later at night though. I'm too tired to help out today. Help. I love God but sometimes this church, this act doesn't work for me. When you talk to some of the people here it's like talking to a fairy tale. In life you can't get what you want by just praying and singing really annoying pop christian songs. How does that help anybody? Karma is my life right now. Anyone else?
Speaking of which I need to be less shy here. I haven't said more than "okay" and "yeah" to anyone all morning. I'll just blame my genetics like I usually do. My face is large; genetics. I sleep to much; genetics. Eventually I start to blame everything on genetics. I turn in my homework late; genetics. I have so many cavities; genetics. I'm weird; genetics. It's a lot more simple to blame them.
Way to many things to talk about today including my crush. I talk about that stuff way to much though. It would be less tempting if he weren't standing like 2 feet away from me with his beautiful girlfriend. I'll talk more about it when my emotions are more stable and I don't feel like falling asleep every 5 minutes. I can barely keep my eyes open anymore. Sigh. Anyway, Happy No Thanks-Giving. Since I'm emotionally unstable I decided to dedicate this blog post to all of those little things that make life a little less livable. Don't get me wrong I love life most of the time. The rest of it are days like today. Anyway, in elementary every year we would make a poem using the letters in Thanksgiving. So here is my No Thanks-Giving poem. Enjoy:
N- Neighbors with an attitude
O- Overly excited people in unexciting situations

T-Teeth whitener that doesn't whiten
H- Hiccuping uncontrollably
A- Annoying brothers
N-Noises from the body
K- Kitties with claws
S- Santa not being real
G- Giant bugs
I- Illness that involves vomitting/bloating
V-Vomitting
I- Icy side walks
N- Nics from shaving
G- GGHGAiurioufijdfhskjfsdhfa cats laying on my keyboard

I thought it was quite creative compared to my poem in 1st grade. I'll spare you the details. I wish my holiday was longer so I could add more list of things I can't stand. Oh wait, it's my blog. I do what I want:

• When my mom and step dad flirt
• When popular and smart girls talk to me like I'm stupid
• People judging me by my hair color
• Pesamistic people
• Competitive people
• When my mom describes in detail how work went (she's a nurse)
• Slow internet
• When people stay over night and don't hey up the next morning
• People who are always calm
• Traffic that makes you late for your best friend's mom's wedding
• Stalkers
• Slips
• Jealousy
• Boring books
• Movies in general
• The word "gland"
• Awkward silence
• Thongs
• Sweat
• Water without bubbles
• Cold showers
• Insane fan girls
• Farts or farting
• Burpies
• Skinny jeans with tennis shoes
• Summer homework
• Being really tired
• Physical conditioning
• Bacon lip balm
• The smell of beer
• Sea food
• phy ed

So that is my wonderful list. I hope I'm in a better mood so I can write something nicer. I would love to hear some of your least favorite things to. Please comment. Ask me questions!! Anything. Except not homework questions. Sorry who ever sent the question about the triangles. Btw the answer is 67. Good luck with the summer homework. I got some too. Also add me and I'll add you!! I would like to meet some new friends. Bye.

...Bacon Flavored Anything

Went shopping yesterday for a dress to wear to a wedding. I decided to give a few tips on shopping since that's what friends do. My shopping experiences are always terrible. I have at least ten pairs of shoes in my locker that I can't squeeze my feet into. I'm going to the wedding in a dress that happens to be see through. Wish me luck. Hopefully I won't meet the love of my life or have my picture taken. Okay so honestly I couldn't care less but my dad is so sure that someone will happen to take a picture of my panty line. My mom refuses to buy me a slip which I'm fine with because they're tight and sweaty. Hopefully the wedding is exciting enough to blog about but the only thing I'm really excited for is the chocolate fountain.
Here is a list of things to NEVER buy:

• Bacon flavored anything
• 2 in 1 anything
• Macaroni lip balm
• Bump its
• Anything from a store with "Barn" in the name
• Fake silver or cheap metals
• Anything designed in France and made in China (Bad combo)
• Cheap Mascara
• Sally Hanson Stick on Nails
• Cheap Heels
• Slip ons because crotches are fine, slip ons are so old fashioned and uncomfortable
• V-necks (low cut is fine but v-necks totally give the saggy boob look)
• Expensive underwear
• Clothing on the Internet
• Wool sweaters
• Expensive tank tops
• Anything from Victoria Secret unless you are showing them off (just buy panties at Macy's)
• Teeth whiteners
• Anything from infomercials
• Shirts with weird sayings (they might seem funny.. they're not..sorry)
• Big t-shirts to turn into dresses (buy a dress)
• Blazers with shoulder pads

And here are my tips for shopping:

• Buying something more expensive means paying for better quality (EXCEPT SUNGLASSES)
• Shoes on the Internet will never be the right size
• Never wear anything already used before you wash it
• Thrift Stores are never a bad place to turn to. Vintage is very chic
• Buy cotton one size bigger because it will shrink
• Always try on things first
• Don't buy anything that won't fit into your wardrobe otherwise you have to buy a whole new outfit
• Never buy a dress one day before you need it
• Don't buy things that you don't have a place to wear them
• Wait a week, if you don't totally need it, you'll find it on clearance next week
• Just because something is on clearance doesn't mean it's not cute

Hope my shopping tips help. Comment your tips or I might always show my panty line everywhere I go. Please help.

How to Be a Good Highschool Girlfriend: First Change Your Whole Life

How do you stand out with out being a freak? One day I left my hair curly and wore a pink sweatshirt. It was a new pink sweatshirt so I guess I looked sort of different. Apparently I looked so damn different that my boyfriend (now ex) forgot who I was. He wasn't joking... He walked up to me and friend and asked my friend "Where's your blonde friend?" HE WASN'T JOKING! I was standing right in front of him. We made eye contact. I asked one of my closest friends about it and he laughed for 5 minutes straight. It's hard to date a guy who forgets what you look like. I guess I've had the worst experiences with guys. It's like Selena Gomez curling her hair. YOU STILL KNOW IT'S SELENA. My girl scout leader, soccer coach, swim coach, softball coach, and volleyball coach never learned my name. Because of cheerleading I'm not aloud to dye my hair any weird colors. Which I guess is fine with me since I'd never do that anyway. It's hard to stand out. There are so many other blonde girls out there. Anyway talking about standing out is not what I want to do today because I have no advice for you. None. Sorry. I want to be able to help people survive but I can't. Honestly, my best advice right now is to blend in, smile, get good grades and avoid anyone with the name of the mean girl in your dreams (she's usually mean in real life too.) I wanted to talk about you. Well not you, you, but more specifically how to be a good girl in all situations.

1. In School:

• Remember teachers hear and see everything
• If you decide to wear revealing clothing to school make sure you look good. Those guys who keep looking and smiling at you might be making fun of you
• Be super nice to all of your teachers so if you don't do your homework they'll let it slip. You don't have to be a teacher's pet but you can say hello to them everyday
• Never kiss, hug, or have sex anywhere near school because they will call your parents and describe in colorful detail exactly what you were doing
• Never say anything behind any ones back and never gossip. The person you are gossiping about will find out and the next day you could find out that you secretly have butt pimples

   2. At Home:

• Remember parents always win. It's useless to fight with them. Accept the punishment and deal because if you piss them off your punishment will be a lot worse
• If they won't let you wear what you want don't push it. Bring the clothes you really want to wear in your backpack and change at school. This goes for makeup and piercings too
• Always clean your room. It sucks but even if you don't have food in there little rats can nest in the corners and you'll never know. My brother can tell you from first hand experience
• If one of your chores is to clean the bathroom, CLEAN IT. I went to my friends house for a sleepover and  she had poop on the side of her toilet. WHO POOPS THERE? Gross
• Never hide anything in your room. Your parents will find it
• Never do anything you don't want your parents to find out about because they usually will... unless you are very talented... unlike me  

   3. Being a Girlfriend of a High schooler

• Don't buy him anything, ever
• Never accept gifts that aren't edible or won't die
• Never let him talk about video games (if you do he'll never stop)
• Don't talk about him to his friends
• Don't control what he eats
• Don't flirt with his friends
• Don't take pictures of him
• Never make statuses about your relationship because then when you break up you have to delete them all and it takes for ever
• Don't tell him what do do
• Don't try to help him do better in school
• Never brag
• Don't complain
• Don't discuss things you really like because you don't want him putting them down
• Don't discuss political views
• Don't discuss religious views
• Treat him like he's the only guy you'll ever love
• If he treats you like your his bitch, this is normal
• Never cook him something. He will insult it because he's trying to be funny
• Never ask him if your fat
• Never ask him his opinion on anything
• Don't ask him what he wants to do tell him what he's going to do
• Never tease him in front of his friends
• Don't burp, fart or sweat near him
• Never tell him you love him unless he tells you first
• If he does tell you he's loves you and you don't know if you love him back say you do anyway unless you want a huge fight

Being a girlfriend sucks sometimes. It's the price you chose to pay. Good luck

SHAE HAS NO KNICKERS!

 I can't seem to think of any embarrassing moments today... I figured today I could give you a little bit more information about me as a person. First of all I can't tell you what I look like, sorry. Anyway, I'm going into 10th grade. I'm not very excited since this will be my first year of high school and our school is in the shape of an "I", if an "I" had a billion different branches coming off of it and a trillion different classes. You either get a huge locker that's so big you'll fill it with nothing but useless trash or so small you can't put anything into it. I've always hated school. I try to make the best of it but you know...

• In 3rd grade I got sent to the naughty table and I wasn't excused so I started crying because I thought I was just going to be left there
• In kindergarten I didn't know I actually had to pay for the milk so I just took it. I got sent to the principals office for stealing
• In 2nd grade I didn't know what the word penis meant and some kid showed me it in the dictionary but didn't bother to inform me what the description meant. Later when another girl was looking in the dictionary I asked her if she had found "Penis" in it.
• In Daycare I had a friend names *Alice. *Alice and I were inseparable. One day I didn't put on underwear because my mom didn't lay any out for me. All I had on was a dress. I told *Alice, thinking that since she was my best friend I could trust her. She then grabbed the back of my dress, dragged me around the whole playground showing my exposed bottom and yelling "*SHAE HAS NO KNICKERS!" at the top of her lungs
• In Kindergarten we had safety patrols who took us to our classroom in the morning so we wouldn't get lost or get beat up by the 6th graders. It was my second day of school and my first day getting taken to class by a patrol. We had to wait in a line until the bell rang and then we would be escorted to class. No one in line was from my class so I started crying because I thought my class had already left me. It started as a few tears and then I full on bawled. The patrol was turning red in the face and was trying to calm me down. People started watching and I cried harder and started screaming. The patrol grabbed my hand and walked me to class. I wiped my eyes and ran in.
• In second grade I knew nothing about swearing or slang terms. A boy asked me if I wanted to play a game and I knowing nothing said yes. It happened to be a game to make me stick my middle finger up. I didn't understand how it was funny so I raised it and waved it above my head. The lunch lady grabbed my wrist and made me explain myself to the principal
• In 7th grade I accidentally scratched a girl named *Jessie in flashlight tag. She freaked out because I didn't apologize and then told the whole 7th grade that I was a spaz and lesbian with my best friend *Marissa. For months people taunted me until I got a boyfriend
• In 6th grade I only had two friends: *Angie and *Suze. I admired *Suze. She was really cool and strong. We played a truth or dare game at recess and she dared me to sit on the baby swing screaming "I'm a retard!" I did.
• In 5th grade I became best friends with a popular girl. She had come camping with us and I was really excited to show her how cool I was and that I was popular material. We were walking back from the park and my mom biked past us. Her pants were hanging low and I yelled to her to pull them up. She thought I said down... She mooned us and *Lisa, the popular girl told everyone but the janitor what she did
• In Kindergarten I had this enemy named *Sigman. *Sigman smelled like fish guts and was rounded like a watermelon with legs. *Sigman didn't like me. He would always color on my coloring books and one time he stabbed me with a spork... it hurt.
• In 4th grade I was making faces to the boy sitting next to me and he turned around while I was making a duck face and we kissed. People still haven't forgotten
• In 8th grade I wore my shirts really low and boys at my lunch table tried to throw peas and grapes down them
• In kindergarten I was playing with my friend *Simon (he always dumped his macaroni on my head.) We were playing with the horses and I hit him with it. My horse was rubber so I didn't think it would hurt him but he got pissed and threw his horse (made of hard plastic) at me and I had to go to the nurse
• In daycare we had nap time and during then I found a watermelon seed on the floor and I stuck it in my mouth. I, being a 4 year old, put random stuff in my mouth. I swallowed it and started screaming that a watermelon was growing inside of me. They told me not to worry but I remained paranoid for the next couple years
• In 4th grade we had a party on the last day of school. We were to bike to the Humane Society and Dairy Queen but know one believed that I was deathly afraid of bikes. Halfway through the trip my face turned red, I started breathing funny and I started crying
• I had my 5th grade band concert one night and I couldn't find my shoes so I threw on my mom's chunky black heels. they were really tall and my pants were a little bit to short. I found out that I had to the intro. I tripped and knocked over the microphone and my dad has it on film. The next day our school TV station had included a "random" segment from the concert the night before
• I asked out a popular boy out on Facebook in 6th grade and he and his friends teased me for a whole semester before *Suze threatened to hurt them

Using the Boy's Lavatory and other Disasters

Me again. So everyone has that moment that they wish they could just forget forever. Well I have a million of them. These are the kind of things that made me want to move schools. They may seem small but not if you are living them. I have 5 places I go when I'm utterly humiliated:

1. My bedroom, in bed, under the blankets
2. My bathroom
3. Underneath the stairwell at school
4. My mom's bedroom
5. The living room in my basement

I have so many embarrassing moments that these places have become my comfort spots and  my comfort foods include: macaroni and cheese, pizza rolls, pizza pockets, pizza and basically anything I can put in the microwave. Aside from the big main moments I've done a lot of other embarrassing things like talking about someone when they happen to be standing right behind me, hugging random people I don't know, waving at someone who is actually waving at the person behind me, saying dumb things in debate, crying when getting in trouble, my stomach growling in health class when the teacher happened to be talking about how important breakfast is and the awkward moments when I laugh so hard I pee a little. Here are some of the major lovely moments that are contaminating my blood stream with salt:

• During a make out session my boyfriend farted. It wasn't one of those teeny, silent ones where you could pretend you didn't smell it, it was like a full on fart. After that I couldn't make out with him anymore. I told him it was late and that he should go home. Every time I kissed him after that I would cross my fingers that he wouldn't do it again. I know it was probably worse for him than it was for me but when the girls asked me what I did the night before with him I wanted to crawl under I rock.
• One time I used the boys' bathroom 4 times before I ran into a guy who informed me that it was the boys' restroom! Now every time I go to the bathroom, I study the sign to make sure it's the girls' room and I survey the bathroom for urinals. I can't believe I was so blind that I didn't even notice the row of urinals!
• On my days when mother nature pays me a visit and all I have are pads, I usually wear big baggy sweat pants and granny panties to make myself feel more comfortable. Those days I honestly feel like nothing can make me look grosser than I already feel. So one day I was making fun of a boy in math class. Apparently he didn't get that I was only flirting with him so he tripped me. Well he tried. I had stopped moving when I saw his foot come at me so instead of tripping me he kicked me. When his foot slipped down off my leg my pants came down. My ugly panties and my extra padding was exposed. The girl I really hate came up to me and patted me on the shoulder saying "Don't worry no one saw." It's like yeah they did, THE WHOLE MATH CLASS SAW. Her mom mentioned her wonderful deed of making me feel better in a church sermon. Oddly enough, everyone seemed to know it was me. I got emails and texts of sympathy. I wanted to just die.
• I wear high heeled shoes all the time, everyday, constantly and I even own a pair of high heeled slippers. So one day I put on my black boots that have really chunky heels so it's impossible to trip in them, or so I thought. I was walking downstairs to my locker when I tripped all the way down a flight of stairs. My "best friend" couldn't stop cracking up. Everyone one the staircase were pissing themselves and laughing so hard their faces were turning an odd shade of purple. I would have felt better if my friend had told everyone to shut up but she didn't. In fact she was literally in tears. I went to my first hour class and tried to hot glue the heel back on but just my luck the glue gun wasn't working. I told my science teacher that I had to call home and get another pair of shoes and he almost cried to. It was the day we were launching bottle rockets outside so I had to hobble after my bottle rocket when it landed. I didn't get my shoes until 4th hour so by then the whole school knew about my stupid shoes and I was given the nick name "Wanna be Barbie" because my foot was at an awkward angle.
• One day I was out with my best friend *Alex and I was wearing my favorite orange sweater from Ann Taylor and my cutest jeans. It was a cold day and everything was covered in dirty, brown slush. Alex and I were taking a walk around the pond. We had walked down by the pond shore and I slipped in the mud, and into the greenish, brownish water. My sweater shrunk, my butt was covered in mud and I was really cold. Alex was really sweet about it and he took me home and washed my clothes. Not only had I embarrassed myself in front my sophisticated best friend but I had gotten many car honks from drivers passing by. I went home and spent the rest of the day crying over the loss of my sweater and eating soup. 

I know I posted this early but I will have more embarrassing moments tomorrow. Comment! I love feedback! I would also love to hear about your wonderful embarrassing moments

Can You Keep a Secret

I'm going to start of saying that if the world was always honest with each other, we'd all hate each other. Have you ever read the book "Can You Keep a Secret?" Well it's about a girl who tells all of her secrets to a guy sitting next to her on a plane. It turns out this guy is a multimillionaire and the owner of the company she works for. Long story short he accidentally spills her secrets and later they become an item. I'm using a fake name because on this blog I will be telling everything about myself and I'm pretty sure no multimillionaire will find this blog and consider me charming and ask to marry me... Everyone has secrets.. I mean a these are just a few of mine:

• I wish my life was Princess Diaries and my grandmother would tell me I'm really a princess
• I have the biggest doll house in my room so I never let anyone near it
• Every mean girl in my dreams is named Valarie so I avoid anyone with that name
• My normal summer day consist of watching episodes of "Psych," eating lucky charms and laying out by the pool ready a trashy, romance novels
• My friend and I use dating sites to pretend we're 80 year old women looking for 20 year old guys
• My first kiss happened because I was making faces at a boy who turned around really fast
• I usually turn down my friends so I can stay home and read
• I'm strongly attracted to gingers (red hair and freckles)
• I never sleep with my feet or hands hanging off the bed because I'm worried that some giant rat will bite them off
• I guessed my way through an AP test and scored higher than most of the people in my class
• I frequently use the Google search bar to find out how to spell words
• I say I don't know when I'm flirting but I actually do
• I flirt a lot
• I've kissed boys who had girlfriends at the time 
• I played with dolls until 8th grade
• I went through a "Tom Boy" stage because my friend was one and I always wanted to impress her
• I have to trim my nose hair
• I shave my arms
• I wear cute underwear all the time so I'm always prepared
• I keep an extra pair of pants in my locker
• I streaked once and when I got home I cried because I thought someone saw me and called the police
• I seldom read books that aren't dirty
• I can't really count cards, I just get really lucky
• I get most of my ideas for creative writing assignments from my dreams
• I knew my friends Facebook password and when I got really mad at her I went on and changed all of her info to make her seem like a freak. I blamed it on a girl she hated
• I only joined cheer to make myself seem cooler
• I usually quit things that I'm not the best at
• I get really pissed at the smallest of things
• I am deathly afraid of bikes.. when I ride them my face turns red and I breathe funny

So these are my deepest secrets consider yourself lucky. I'll most likely add more later so check back if you ever get bored. Comment your secrets or message me with an unknown name. I want to know if you guys have the same problems. Below are songs I was listening to when blogging today. Tomorrow I will be blogging about my most embarrassing moments so that should be fun. Feedback is my favorite thing in the world so let me know how you think it is.