Sitting here. Its pretty.. not fun.

Okay, I am in the airport right now.  My mom and I are bored out of our minds.  I'm looking forward to going back to the bay for a few days and seeing the fam.  Well.. not so much the second part.  I'm actually not really looking forward to it all.  My grandparents are going to be nice, but the rest... ehh... not so much.  Something funny that has happened to me today:  We were sitting here and they were calling out names of people who need to get to their flight or they'll miss it and these three people go SPRINTING down the hall.  The funny part: about two seconds later an attendant at the gate next to us came on, saying: "Jet Blue, there are runners at Gate Six." which I found pretty funny.  My mom just went off to get gum and won't answer her phone.  Blah.  

Something I always find interesting about airports is how everyone always has a different reaction to being here.  One woman is really jittery, looking all over the place and fidgeting.  Another is calmly reading a book and drinking some coffee.  The old couple across the isle from me is looking at something on their laptop, seeming very stressed.  A Simon&Garfunkel song just came on and I am currently rocking out. Not really.  But I like this song.  I think I'm going to go now, and blog again when I get to my grandparents' house.  I'll put up a picture... anyone care to help me figure out how? 

my BIGGEST pet peeve

I hate hate hate hate hate hate hate it times a million when people try to be weird.  Or different.  Or crazy.  Or looked upon as being one thing or the other.  A loser.  A freak.  A slut. Whatever.  I just don't get it.  I mean, we all have days of wanting to be other than ourselves, but when a person is acting all the time, trying to get attention by reading this kind of book or constantly writing in a notebook that makes you look weird or different.  I am all for breaking the social norm, but not on purpose.  My goal in life is to be who I am, act the way I act, do the things I do without any other reason than that is who I am, or the way I am, or what I do.  I know that I probably do some things like this, too but in many ways that is just defense.  My biggest issue with myself is that I go on autopilot and act like I like a person, even if I cannot stand them.  I am working on that because it is annoying, dishonest, and stupid.  

So... my message to whoever reads this blog is don't be someone for anyone but you because there are a million freaks and popular girls, but only one person like you.  That will always be true.  

Now I am rhyming, so that means its quitting time. :)

Listening to Christmas Songs in February

It's actually pretty... weird.  Listening to Christmas by The Who.  Which is a pretty good song regardless of the season.  So... it works.  

Anywho... I think that people are really annoying.  Just, like, everyone.  Very few people are NOT getting on my nerves.  But, I think I am most sick of people who are just annoying.  There isn't really anything to pinpoint the reason... or there are too many reasons.  Probably the latter.  I think a few of you know who I am talking about.  And I really and truly want to hit her in the head with a shovel.  I think my big problem with her is conformity and ignorance.  Which is bliss until everyone ditches you.  Which is going to happen sooner or later.  I hope.  

About conformists... I'm sorry: but that is pathetic.  I mean, yeah, I will admit to telling a few white lies when I am first meeting people to avoid weird looks or rude comments.  But, to change around your whole life and style JUST to fit in with this group of people... that is SO dumb.  What is the point?  Oh! There is none.  If you don't fit in with a certain group, find people you DO fit in with.  I mean, I wouldn't start rolling my skirt too short and caking my face with make-up just, dumbing myself down to sit with the sluts.  That is so dumb.  I could NEVER degrade myself that way and no one should.  It is pathetic.  

About ignorance... well... more than just ignorance.  People don't get it when they want you to go away... I HATE that.  And when people think they are so this or that.  GOD I hate that.  And just.. there are so many things.  Like, when people write lyrics when they don't care about them.  When they just pass them around for anyone to read and make changes.  I couldn't do any of that... the stuff I write is way to close to my heart to let ANYONE see.  Not even my best friend... not even my own mother.  It makes no sense to me.  

I know we are all guilty of these things some of the time, but when it gets to be as bad as this person is, someone needs to yell at her.  

Everything In Between

I don't even know what I want to write about.  Maybe... double standards?  Pity? Confusion?  I have no idea.  See, that is how confused I am.  There are a lot of things wandering around in my crazy head today.   News Flash:  I am one lucky person.  Like, you have no idea. I put my earbuds through the wash and they still work.  Wow... hahaha.  

Umm... I have an idea!  How about I don't write about any of the things previously listed and I talk about something else?  Okay, sounds good.  

So... right now I am basically bored out of my mind with everything.  Things are just so... tiring these days.  There's a lot of stuff going on... a lot of weird things happening... some good, some not.  Opinions are changing so fast I can't wrap my head around one of my own let alone those of others.  And yet, even with all the changes, everything is boring.  I mean, the changes happen so often, they have become small, routine.  I think that's the best way to put it.  Everything is part of a routine.  

Things are all too much like getting up in the morning.  Like going through my classes, talking to friends, smiling and laughing no matter how I really feel. Its just so... boring.  The same thing everyday and everyone is the same and nothing is ever changing and la ti da ti da.  I guess its just where I am now... what I'm doing.  Sophomore slump and all that jazz.  

It still sucks ass though.  

I guess I'll be explaining more later...? 

After I finish homework. 

Just the beginning

So... I start this today with absolutely no one reading this thing and no true reason for putting it out there in the first place.  I'm kind of excited, I guess... it'll be a nice place to just kind of let loose.  Or whatever I end up using this for.  I know I used such a cliche title for this, but I am actually listening to A Day In The Life by The Beatles... and it is one of my favorite Beatles songs.  So, if you have a problem, you can shove it.  I'm brainstorming of what I want to do with this... maybe have a daily topic of what not to be or do or something.  Or weekly.  Or whenever I can get to it, but I'll call it daily because it sounds cool.  Or maybe I'll have it weekly so then I can work and write something completely profound each week.  But, then someone is bound to rip me off.

I guess today's entry will be about blabbering because that is what I am doing.  Just talking without purpose or reason... not eve knowing who you are talking to or what you are talking about.  Its pretty fun... I don't mind when others do it.  Unless I'm tired.  If someone is in a bad mood, blabbering on and on is obnoxious, as we all know I am sure.  

Motormouths are the worst though.  I mean, its one thing to just talk and talk and talk about something stupid and pointless for a few minutes or hours, but another thing to never shut up.  For instance, there is this one girl in my zero period at school who doesn't understand the concept of shutting up.  I've known her since I was little and she never grew out of it.  She has been and is despised for it.  She is the most obnoxious person in the world... totally full of judgements and hate.  I mean, we were kind of friends last year, but not anymore.  I hang out with "the losers" I guess and she hangs out with people who are... well... I don't know how to explain it.  But I don't generally get along with them.  At. All.  And I don't care that her and I get along.  She isn't a very nice person... especially if she doesn't care about seeming to hate people just because it will make her popular.  And I think watching her parade around them, kneeling to their every wish in a ridiculous attempt to be liked is humorous out of her sheer idiocy.  Oh, and this girl and I have a history too, but that's a different story.  

I am going to end this now before it becomes a post about people who are fake too.  Which I will probably end up devoting many a-post to because it is something I think I see too much around people I am friends with.  It is probably my biggest pet peeve.  I hate it.  I know I am probably guilty of it too at some level or another, but not really.  Not like the people I know.  

So... anyway... I think that is all for right now.  I am going to go wash my face and get into bed... maybe write more later because I'll have nothing else to do.  So.. goodnight to my nonexistent readers.  I shall most likely be speaking with you again sooner than you would like.