Boys, Training to be Dead, and Exclamations

Biggest phobia of all time: Calling boys. Oh.My.Gosh. You males...you're so intimidating with your deep voices and home phones that can be answered by even MORE deep voices. Pssh, you guys have no idea what you put us ladies through. I'm gonna answer the phone with a deep voice and see how YOU like it...but then again, you may just think I'm a drag queen who stole some sweet, innocent teenager's cell phone. Which, of course, makes me wanna try to be a man on the phone even more.

I hate my school. It's like walking into a funeral home and staring into a coffin. You see someone looking better than they actually ever looked. They look serene, peaceful, and wise beyond their years. But on the inside...they're dead. Dead to everyone. They cannot live any longer, but they stay in their shiny coffin with their permanent knowing smiles. That is my school.
My school boasts of being a "college" prep course. If college is a great way to suck out every ounce of love for learning out of me, call me a hobo and let me live in a van. My school gives me the education of a snobby rich heir. I learn Latin, Logic, Art, Biology, and math that I can't understand. Latin and Biology are fine. They're even sorta fun. But Art is a bunch of petty Christian wackos claiming that THEY know real art and that anyone who isn't a Christian or doesn't paint like a Christian is a moron, full of hell-bent knowledge and lust. Get over yourselves. I know I seem like I don't stick up for God, but really, I'm pretty sure God gave every artist a gift, and if the way they use it isn't satisfactory to your high standards, you snob machines, then shut up and move to the next piece in your expensive museums.
My school is full of midgets. Not in the physical sense, but that they're small adults. I get told to be QUIET by a kid who's laughing harder than I am. I get looked at strange if I say something that they're not used to. I'm considered stupid if I don't understand something yet or if I want to laugh and smile. I'm serious, this place is a funeral home.
The kids have discussions that not only are extremely biased, but made for eighty year old drunk men on a front porch. They criticize our entire society. There is definitely things I don't like about society, but having kids who don't even know what life is like outside of Oklahoma say that our world is a living hell is appalling. Be a little enthusiastic. We're young, we're healthy, we're alive. Dance in the streets and rejoice like David did for the Lord, because guess what? We are in the best country in the WORLD, we have options others don't, and we are TEENAGERS.

Don't you ever look around? Don't you see the beauty that God has placed at every corner? Colours brighter than paint could ever capture? People full of love and laughter? Tiny moments that make you smile? Can't you open your closed eyes and see the wonderful thing we have called life? Life is a gift, that's why we call it the present.


Best Things to Shout at Strangers in a Super-Market:

• YOU DON'T KNOW ME!
• NO I WILL NOT MAKE OUT WITH YOU!
• DAD?! DAD?!?!
• YEAH, WELL, I HAVE SEVEN TOES! SO BEAT THAT!
• THEY JUST LET ME OUT OF THE ASYLUM TODAY! SAY YOU'RE HAPPY FOR ME!!!
• TREES HATE YOU!!