I've Found A Reason For Me

Why are parents so keen on seeing their children self-destruct? I'm not talking to my parents or any parents specifically but just that I've talked with more people with parent issues than anything. I'm not talking about regular arguing like all teenagers do, I'm talking about the kind where the parents hate and spite their children for things so small it's unbelievable.

Do they forget what it's like to be seventeen, eighteen, nineteen? Do they not remember the stress we put on ourselves to succeed. It's not like we like to be harped on - we really don't. We stress ourselves out enough, thanks. We don't like disappointing you anymore than you like being disappointed in us.

Your words hurt, Parents. Remember that the next time you yell at your kid for something as trivial as leaving their shoes in the wrong place. Stop and listen to us when we have something we need your opinion on. It doesn't take a lot to make us happy. We just want your love and attention. The more we get that, the more apt we are to complete tasks you ask of us.

I know it seems simple, Parents, but next time your kid ticks you off speak to them how you'd want someone to speak to you in the same situation.

Thanks,
A Child

Well Schooled In Ranting

I'm just in the middle of what appears to be a downpour of shit and I just feel like writing out my thoughts - so you, my beautiful readers, get to read my mind. Ain't that nice how that works out?

The forefront thought of my mind right now is holyfuckingcrap Jenna is in the hospital. My bestest friend is in the hospital twelve hours north of me in Minnesnowduh. Luckily, she has her computer and can communicate with me on occasion. (mini-party). I'm just like skeeved out because the only people I know that have been in the hospital for an extended period of time is me and then family members. Plus, I really really REALLY hate that she's that far away. RAWR. But the good news is she's on the mend and the more rest she gets the better she'll feel. (hence my incessant 'JEZZ TAKE A NAP' speeches)

Thought number two. I really don't know what thought number two is. There's too many thoughts competing for it.

uhm. I really hate school. I'd love to drop out but unfortunately me going to school gets my parents more money and they're really good at that guilt thing.

My Aunt and My Mom are fighting and it makes me want to cry. I really can't stand arguments of any kind and especially over something so trivial.

I'm supposed to go to my bff Felicia's house in like nine hours. I've yet to be to sleep and I still need to shower. Yippeeeee. :) Oh well. I'll get both those things done then go chill in her kickass room. We write together. VERY AWESOME

I'm in love with Mitchell Davis.
Hey Hi Hello. <3

I hate Indiana and if i do get to do what I want, I really hope to move somewhere that isn't here. Hai Interwebz franz lemme crash on yo cowch? kthnx bai!

I'm going through a lot with my original character, Austin Hawthorne, right now. She's a tricky bitch and I love her. It's really great. Having characters is like your own socially acceptable form of schizophrenia. hehehe. It always makes me think of that one ep of X-Files though. Milagro. One of my favorite eps. CHECK IT OUT.

My hidradenitis is fucking up. Major ouchorz.

I've fallen back in love with CSI: - but once Jorja Fox does her final ep, I'm done. Sara Sidle fan ftw. (I swear I am the only person alive who loves Jorja Fox/Sara Sidle/Grissom&Sara)

CSI:NY is like my lifeline. Can I have a codependent relationship with a show? Cause yeah, that'd be the one. It makes me all peaceful inside.

Also falling for SVU. Dear Elliot & Liv, please get together and do it NOW. :)

I guess I should head to bed. It's raining.
YAY

-Jules

Moving Directly To Hell

Has anyone noticed it's freaking cold outside? No? Just me? Okay then.

I'm beginning to think it's a rule. Jenna posts a blog, Julia posts a blog. She's like my blog encourager (not to mention best friend and CSI:NY Yoda. Who knew creepy emails could lead to such a thing? Not I. -specially when I'm the creep.)

Oreo is snoring on my leg and it's hard to think that he's almost an adult dog. He's my baby. Actually Spooky is my baby. Why do I have so much to say about my pets?

Why is it five thirty in the morning and mostly why am I awake?

I've yet to figure out how, but I'm blaming this all on Jenna. :) Aren't I nice?

I hate winter. I'm moving to hell til at least April. Freaking cold winter ftl.

I should be using this awake time to write my paper and do homework, but being productive is vastly overrated.

-hums- the geeks were right.

I doubt anyone reads this and those that do are probably as confused as potable vermin by my rants.

hmm.

Oh. EVERYONE must go and read Ballads of Suburbia by Stephanie Kuenhert. It's absolutely one of the best things I have ever read. Also check out I Wanna Be Your Joey Ramone by her. :) It's worth it.

Now because my AIM convo thing is flashing incessantly and Jenna ranks above you all. I shall end this blog post.

Love, Julia