On Jerkfaces...

So I have this crazy scale for people. I have four levels: meanie face, stupid head, loser face, and jerkface. Jerkface is my highest insult. It's like taking every cuss you can think of, string them together, and that's what a jerkface is for me. Most people don't even make it onto the scale, and if they do, it's only meanie face. For the longest time there was only one jerkface on the list. Then within a week, two more made it onto the list. And so there were three. And then we decided that one wasn't at fault. So as of yesterday, there are only two on the jerkface list. This was a HUGE deal. It takes a lot to get yourself of the scale once you're on it. Let's just say that I'm very proud of this particular boy :) That's my spiel for the day.

You know, sometimes it only takes a little bit to completely change around a bad day and make you feel so much better. It's like they say, good things come in small packages. I've been having some really bad days lately, being frustrated and annoyed with the people around me. Not to mention that I feel like an old person when my knee yells at me. Anyway, my point is that it can be the littlest thing that gets you back on your feet.

Yesterday, we had practice after school for our dance team, the Dazzlers. I am the co-captiain for the dance half of the team (the other half is flag). Now I'd been having, again, a hard day. So after practice, I was waiting for my sister, and one of the little freshmen on the team was talking to me and we were just having a conversation and she told me that she liked me as leadership. It was like a perfect little pick me up. And for some reason, just this little comment made me feel so much better.

Sometimes you just take things like that for granted. We always think that for something to make a difference it needs to be big. It is the little things in life. It's the little things that make put people in a better mood, that help people, that make a difference. I always kinda knew that, but it took this one little comment to remind me how true it is. Maybe it wasn't a big deal. Maybe I'm just overreacting. But to me it was important. To me, it really made a difference.

On The Past

I'm not one to think that hanging onto the past is a good thing. Rather, I reminisce about the past. But once in a while, something from my past comes back and bites me... It happened today. Just a few minutes ago to be specific. And to be honest, my heart skipped a couple beats. I'm not proud of this, but I can't help but have all kinds of thoughts rush back to me. And now I find myself in that all too familiar position of not knowing what to do... How is it that I always manage to get myself into trouble without meaning to? My own head and my own memories and my own feelings do nothing but get me into trouble. And I worry that I hurt others in the process... So if anyone reading this knows what I am talking about or if I have hurt you, I am sorry, because I honestly do not mean to. Like I said, I get myself into trouble. And it is my own fault from my past.

On Roller Skating

Last night my friends and I decided to go roller skating, as we sometimes do on Friday nights. When we're all together, we have the best time together. And I find that to be just absolutely amazing, especially when one of the guys that's with you is your ex. It always makes me really happy when we all hang out together cause it's like, how rare is it that a couple can break up and then still be best friends? I mean, of course I hated - I mean, strongly disliked - him for a while, but then I don't know what happened, we just got back to friends and we joke about it now.

That's really all I have to say right now, but I just can't get over that and how happy friendships make me! :)

On All That Extra Pizazz...

So I refuse to let myself rest. I am part of so many groups, I hardly know what to do with myself half the time. It's like hey I have so much to do, what do I do first? So why am I blogging instead of doing those million and a half things that are actually pressing... Hmmm maybe it's just because I'm a procrastinator.

So not only am I a part of a million groups, I'm in charge of half them in one way or another... Between being VP of Student Government, Co-Captian of my dance team, a Dance Director for Drama Club, and a leader of the Pep Club, I am beyond busy. Not to mention I dance outside of school and do six hundred other things. And to be frank, it's starting to take it's toll.

The other day, I was taken out of my trio for the Nutcracker at my dance studio. To be very honest, I bawled my eyes out for about 10 minutes in the Walmart parking lot after calling my mom and having her yell at me to get off the road before I get in an accident. And then I got really mad. To the point of not eating. But then I got over it. Somehow, I just snapped out of it. I think it's because all the stress of planning Homecoming and all the other stuff just outweighed this event in my life. So I ate some of the "good stuff" and just got over it. And I have to say, I'm so grateful that I did. Because at this point, anything that I can take off my plate is appreciated. But I hope this blog also helps me.

So I'm done for today. This blog was spastic and random and did not really flow, but hey, I just typed what I thought. And it's pretty much how I feel. So I'm done for now. Enjoy.

On Peanut Butter...

So here I go, taking what may be the biggest risk of my short 17 year old senior life... Starting a blog and putting the happenings of my life on the World Wide Web for all to see. Now I've always said that my life is boring, but seeing as school has only been in session for about 3 weeks and I've already gone through a good can of JIF creamy, I think it is officially safe to say that this year is definitely different and eventful.

What does a can of JIF creamy (the good stuff) have to do with anything anyway?

Has anyone else ever noticed the power of peanut butter? It's like a stress relief, comfort food, AND Midol all in one. It has the power to keep me sane through the hardest of times. So just for your information, peanut butter will often be the star in my "blogging".

However, the type of peanut butter definitely makes a difference. Like I said, JIF creamy is the good stuff. Skippy is commendable as well, but when it comes to hard core stuff like breakups, that "time", or a broken shoe heel, JIF is the only brand that can do the job. It compliments all foods, including chocolate, and has the perfect consistency of light, heavenly, creamy goodness that you can spoon out of a jar. And for an extra boost of good feeling, bananas and peanut butter are the ultimate stress relief. Peter Pan (aka Salmonella Central) doesn't even come close to measuring up, so don't even think about it.

But what about chunky peanut butter?

Not for the depressed or mentally uneasy. On your sandwich for lunch? All fine and dandy. Of course, it must be on Wonder type bread. Not wheat or whole grain. Rye bread should never be paired with peanut butter unless you are desperate.

So as you can see, I am very serious about my peanut butter. Respect it.

Thanks for reading my lovely peanut butter related blog. Together, we shall conquer the events of the 2009-2010 school year and my last year of high school: SEN10R

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