Oh Yeah, Facebook? Wanna Fight?

So, Facebook is one of the most popular social networking sites out there, RIGHT? Yeah, it is. So why doesn't it work right half the time for me!?!? Im OBSESSED. Even thought I get bored of it after 5 minutes of scrolling up and down the newsfeed and creeping on some random person's pictures, I still get anxious when I can't get on. And right now is one of those times. It isn't working for me and it is ticking me off beyond belief. I'm FRUSTRARED!!! And here's how it goes:

*Tap tap tap* Type in my CORRECT e-mail and password.

Must be logged in? Oh my, well I believe I JUST did, let's try again.

*Tap tap tap* Type in CORRECT e-mail and password.. AGAIN.

Oh, yeah? Being stubborn are ya? Wanna fight? REFRESH!

Would ya look at that? I got the wrong password? Is that what your excuse is this time? LOOK, I have a message! Come on, Facebook! LEMME SEE IT!

.... I give up ....

And THAT, my friends, is the ugly side of Facebook.. :(( I wonder who messages me... :?



Soft Mahogany Dark Brown

I like to dye my hair, a lot! First it started with just highlights, but when I got sick of those I dyed it dark brown multiple times. Once, my best friend, Heather, and I put colored streaks in our bangs and it actually looked pretty cool! She had blue and I had purple. The only problem with that was that hers quickly faded to gray and mine stayed in MUCH longer than it was welcome!! I thought it looked cool though, so it was no big deal! Recently, I dyed my hair dark brown with black underneath and Im in LOVE! But, keeping it looking good is a hassle, so, tonight I'm planning on dying it soft mahogany dark brown (:

I like to be natural, but I also dare to be different and try new things. It's just like getting your hair cut. It's still MY hair. It still won't curl and still won't tease very well, because it's still MY HAIR. It doesn't really change anything but the way it appears. Plus, don't we all try to do things that make us look better? There's makeup, clothes, attitudes, and we work out to make our body look nicer. So dying your hair is the same concept. Maybe I'll look better with slightly red hair! Who knows!? Not I said the blind man! I'll post a picture when it's done (:

Not Just A Sport

I went to a volleyball camp this weekend called Licking Summer Volleyball Camp and had a BLAST! It's the pre-seaons, so we didn't exactly have teams put together. We had team 1, 2, and 3. 1 being the potential varsity players, 2 is the potential JV players, and 3 is the freshman. I was, of course, on team 1! DUH! But what's more exciting is that he made me outside hitter! I've never been a hitter cause I'm only 5'4"; I'm not the typical front row hitter. I've got the jump and the swing to be a good hitter, so I'm glad he put me out there. PLUS! I did Grrrreat, as Tony the tigerwould say.

This is a picture of my team from last year; I'm number 4.

I love to play volleyball and work with all the girls on my team. We have so much fun together! In the hotel room at camp, I hung out with some of the new freshman girls, which was fun. EXCEPT, that they are inexperienced at pretty much everything. I'm a high school girl, you can imagine the things I've been through and done. Stupid things that a lot of high schoolers do that they shouldnt do. YEAH. Well I informed the girls of these things and it turns out that none of them have done ANY of the things I've done.

I'm prollyyyyyy gonna corrupt them first chance I get.

Wish me luck! :P

Grocery List

 

Well, yeah, we need food, but I need eyeliner too! I've always been the daughter that seems to mess things up and make them difficult. I want to leave whenever my parents want the whole family to go out. Of course I'm not informed of the family's plans to go out until I've already padded down the stairs into the living room, sweet talked em up, and asked, "Can I go to Heather's house?" Heather is my best friend, by the way. "Well, we wanted to go see a movie." My dad would reply.

That's when I become the typical teenage daughter; my family goes out and I go to Heather's house. Blahh.!

That one isn't my fault, they didn't inform me that they made plans!

Here's another one, but this one is my fault: My parents ask me to keep the house clean during the summer while they work. Seems simple enough, right?? Ha. Well I don't particularly enjoy being around my siblings, so I sit in my room all day. Therefore, I do not know when Alicia, my younger sister, AKA Hurricane Alicia, has destroyed the house until my mother comes storming in like godzilla yelling and screaming. This is when I ask to leave to go to my friend's house. You know? She wants me to help her pick out an outfit or something, when really, she is probably not even home. I just need to get away sometimes... okay, ALL THE TIME. Yeah, I could have watched Alicia all day and made sure she didn't move a single muscle. I could have put her in the closet with a box of cheez-its and a soda and locked the door. That way, she couldn't destroy the house. But who wants to do that? I'd rather relax in my bed with my computer on my lap and a glass of water on the table next to me. That sounds much more enjoyable.

I know, I know, it's not always about me. I hear it enough from everyone. I'm a litle selfish, I'll admit it. But you can't make others happy until you're happy, right? I don't want to be one of those completely miserable people that live to please everyone else but themselves. My friend, Heather, is one of those people. I hate it! Like, seriously, do somethine for yourself for once. Go buy yourself an outfit instead of paying a gazillion dollars on your boyfriend!

Oh, the boyfriend, that's always a good one. "Mom, can I go hang out with Travis?" How could a mother say no? I'm always with my boyfriend. I hope that's healthy. I just loved doing everythig with him. Like earlier, I picked him up from his house and brought him to mine and we just slept, then I took him home. I just like to be around him! Is that such a bad thing? Well, my parents think it is. "You can't make him your whole life." Yadda Yadda. Mom.. Dad.. Leave me alone. I'm gonna do what I want no matter what! I'm a teenager, let me learn my lessons on my own. I'm not you guys! I don't live the same life you did. Get off my back!

So, mom.. buy me my black eyeliner. I look dead without it.!

Can Of Corn

I went to my boyfriend, Travis's baseball game today to cheer him on. He pitched today, so I was entertained. Normally, I'm bored b by the 4th inning, I want to leave to buy some McDonalds, and my butt hurts extremely bad.

I love listening to what the parents and coaches yell. They say the funniest things. Jason, the head coach and Travis's older brother yells, "Can of corn!" whenever someone catches a fly ball. LOL. I don't understand why he says it, but I was trying to figure out where I've heard it from and remembered something: The Longest Yard!

Druing the movie, Big Tony, is seen laying on the ground with his belly hanging out and he yells, "Can of corn. Can of corn, and I'll be fine. Can of corn."

SOOOO.. I wonder if it's just one of those silly things you hear and they stick with you.

I could sure use a can of corn right about now :PPPPPPPPPPP

Take It Easy On Me.. This Is My First Time..

Go easy on me, I've never done this before! But, I like the idea of being able to talk about things and get opinions back. MAYBE. If it's at all interesting. My first thought was to post this poem that I wrote a couple months ago. I'm going to have to add some explanation though, bare with me, it's a very 'that's so highschool' story...

About a year ago, I started dating this guy, Dustin. It was a typical teenage relationship, with both of us making stupid mistakes, breaking up, getting back together, all that jazz. Well, this other guy, Travis, who I was absolutely CRAZY!! about when I was a freshman (I'm curently going to be a senior) well he decides to stick his big nose in my relationship and mess it up. He would text me all the time telling me how much he cared about me and wanted to be with me. Naturally I LET him do this. But, the bad thing is, I started falling for him all over again. I made some stupid mistakes and started hanging out with Travis behind Dustin's back. This went on for about 2 months. Some nights, I would talk some sense into myself and tell Travis that I couldn't do it anymore, we had to stop. I always told him that I loved him and we would be togther, but on certain nights I would tell him it was over. This tore him apart, he was depressed at school and everybody always told me how much he talked about me and how much he wanted to be with me. This kid is CUTE and SWEET; he could have any girl he wanted. But, he wanted me. Awww?? So Cute?? Well, this messed my life up and confused the hell out of me. Which guy did I want to be with!? I'll cut to the chase; I broke up with Dustin and dated Travis. I'm currently with Travis and I'm content with my life. Everything has settled down.

This is a poem I sent Travis one night when I was extremely upset and thinking about my whole situation(excuse the capitalization, i sent it via facebook and that's just a little pizazz i add to my facebook posts):

There's This Girl

Her Name Of No Importance

Who Cares About this Boy

But She Never Makes Sense

One Second They're Okay

The Next They're Fighting

She Doesn't Know What To Do

Never Knows What To Say

To Tell Him The Truth

Would Be To Lie To Another

But What Can She Do

If They're Meant For Each Other

Admitting How She Feels

Breaks Both Their Hearts

Nothing Ever Changes

It Only Falls Apart

They Pick Up The Pieces

They Make Things Alright

But It Never Really Lasts

Any Longer Than a Night

How Long Will This Continue?

Will It Ever End?

The Cycle Only Continues

Over And Over Again

One Night Its Okay

The Next Torn Apart

Put It Back Together

And Then They Restart