Damn, I forgot to blog yesterday.
Dream it, live it, love it! Why wait to get something started? The stars are smiling on you now. Get online, get out and about, meet different people and embrace familiar ones. Happy new you!
This is my horoscope for the day. Should I listen to it? Should I look for some unassuming boy buried in a book at Barnes and Noble? (Try saying that three times fast!) I don't think I have the heart for it.
WILL SOMEONE PICK UP THEIR FREAKING PHONE? I DON'T CARE IF I TEXT YOU A LOT; I LIKE TALKING TO PEOPLE!
Of course, everytime I do really want to talk to someone, I chicken out or can't find the words.
Okay, people are stupid. The official definition of 'popular' is someone who gets along with everyone, but really, the really popular people don't get along with everyone. They're usually bitches. They're tan, thin, and have shiny hair. Even if they're not pretty per se, they're flawless (no acne, perfectly white teeth, never a smudge with makeup). All they're clothes are from a couple of stores (Hollister, Abercrombie, Aeropostale) and they have designer bags. They were they're hair in a high ponytail with a super-thin headband, which, by the way, might be great for sports but looks stupid anywhere else. They all listen to the same music, and it's usually something along the lines of the Jonas Brothers. Much like emos, they're extremely emotional, and get all teary over the stupidest things. If someone wrongs them, even a little bit, they demand justice. They're nails are always perfect. They have perfect handwriting and write in multi-colored markers with hearts around everything. They're jokes are shallow and fake, but they fool people into thinking they're funny (damn, I wish I knew how to do this...). They're conceited. Guys like them.
I've gotta change something. I don't want to be like them, but I don't want to be like me either. I mean, the only thing worse than being popular is not being popular.