I think I'm just going to stop obsessing over who I want to go out with and who likes me back. It's just not worth it, because although I often think that my mind is superior and more mature than that of the rest of the population of eith graders, the truth is that if I'm so ahead of everyone, I'm going to be sadly disappointed with my friends and peers. So the story goes: Ever since sixth grade, I've convinced myself that I was in total and unending love with this guy. (let's call him Granger). And although I tried my best to discreatly find a way to get him to like me, he just completely ignored my existance (typical crush right?). Well, just a couple of months ago he started talking to me (over facebook of course. What a wuss) and I fell for it. Every word I saw typed on my computer screen was like giving candy to an ADHD kid. And of course he followed it all up with telling my best friend that he liked me. (once again another sign of being a wuss). But I didn't care. I was bouncing off the walls because finally my seemingly lifelong dream was realized!! Soon after, a group of friends and I went to the disgusting bowling alley (I was forced) and then Granger proceeded to ask me out. Of course I said yes! I was screaming all the way home too!...But then, it happened. The awkwardness descended upon us and that's all I could think about! I even started avoiding him, just to rid the awkward from my life for just a few moments. But soon it enveloped me and I had to find an escape route that would leave no casualties. Yes that's right, I lied. I said my father wouldn't allow me to date until I was 15. Of course I hate seeing people upset, but I didn't realize that even more catastrophic events would come. So I toughened up, broke up with him and went on my not-so-merry way. AS of yesterday I was caught up in a love polygon I guess you could say. I still don't know if I like Granger, and I know he likes me(he constantly affirms that fact) but to add on to all that, I think I'm in love with my best friend! Lets call him Numero Uno. (By the way, all these code names were predesigned by me and my other best friend Ashy) But then I got all caught up in whether he likes me and whether I really like him, also the fact that Granger's best friend keeps nagging me to go back out with Granger "behind my Dad's back" and It's just this big web of messy yuck and I can't stand it anymore!!!! I MUST detach myself!!! So that's when I had this genius idea. Why don't I just stop! Yes, that's my brilliant plan. I'll just stop until eigth graders turn into sensible 9th and 10th graders (Ha!) and then (if I want) will resume my previous tangling in the web. But for now, I just want to be single, get my grades back up, and get in shape for volleyball! I don't need other people riding around on my back adding more to the pile of stress I keep locked up in my brain. I just need some FREEDOM!!!!!!

It is with much difficulty that I try to do my part to save the earth. The difficulty I am refering to is the people I live with. Earth Hour, a global act in which you turn off your electicity for a mere hour doesn't sound too outlandish. Does it? Well apparently it is. It's so hard to be a liberal living with a house full of conservatives, but it is especially hard to do that while living in South Carolina. My "family" (as I am forced to call them) has this "Us and Them" attitude about Conservatives and Liberals, and that's how it's always been for them. That's how they were raised. But instead of embracing something that is a demonstration of how energy conservation could actually help our planet, they make up excuses about how the world isn't going to fall out of the sky anytime soon. Yes, they actually said that. Other than the fact that the Earth can't fall because the lack of gravity in space and the fact that the Earth isn't in the sky, there are many things wrong with that statement. Number one though, is that they have no idea whatsoever as to when the Earth might "fall out of the sky". But if it does, I hope they have enough sense to eat their words.