Get out of the shower!

what the flip!? I came upstairs, and my sister get's in the shower, she's now been in there for like umm atleats 30 minutes, jeeze! I want to take a shower, and you may ask why I don't go in my parents bathroom? well the answer is simple: My shampoo is in our bathroom, and I don't like to use theirs. I know it's stupid and way too picky for someone who's complaining, but what ever. Suprisingly though, I don't really have any other complaints, which is unusual. Wait, I lied, I have one itty bitty complaint. So I keep getting these darn adds on my blog in the form of comments, and it's annoying. There look, I'm done complaining, I have absolutly nothing else to complain about, my life is great and wonderful. So I've started going tanning (started today), and I'm not goign to turn into one of those people who always tans, but I think going like once a week would be good for me, because I get really depressed in the winter, and my skin turns yellow, and I just get really down, so maybe this will help. I was in there today, and it was really really weird. It's not like I've never been tanning before, but this time was so weird. Usually I half fall asleep and then just wake up eventually, and that happened this time, but like instead of waking up, I'd twitch, and then I felt really weird. I dont' even know how to explain it, but it was almost like I was dizzy, but I was laying down, so yeah... I really can't explain it. But anyways it happend like 3 times, it was quite honestly the weirdest feeling ever. Speaking of other weird things, I've been waking up the last couple days because at some point in my sleep I start breath through my mouth, (which I never do) and then my throat gets so dry I can't breath. Like the night before last night I was having a dream about dance team, (strange I know) but yeah, and so I was trying to teach the team the kick line, but we were all in this kind of narrow long hall, and no one was listening, and I was trying to yell to get people's attention, but I couldnt' because my throat was so dry. And in the dream I was like, jeeze, why is my throat so dry, and then I woke up because I couldn't breath, and my mouth was open, and my throat was dry as a bone. That happened this morning too, only minus the dream. And it's just odd, because I am fine during hte day, and then I lay down and I can't breath, or even if I can when I go to sleep, at some point while I'm sleeping I can't, and it's frustraiting, because I don't know what's causing it, so I don't know how to fix it.
In other news, this weekend should be fun, we have our first home game, and then on saturday I want to go to the beach clean up (P.S. you shoudl coem beacuse it'll be really fun), and then on sunday we have race for the cure which should also be fun. So there are a lot of things to look forward to.

Depressing

Man, a weekend that's only two days... that's no good. It feels like I don't have to go back to school, and it acctually is still summer, but I'm sure that feeling will be shaken the moment my alarm goes off tomorrow morning and I realize that I really do have to go back to school. This weekend has been okay as far as weekends go, not wonderful, but not bad by any means, just a little slow. I really don't know why but I just waist my day time, I suppose it's because I keep thinking I have endless amounts of time, when in reality it is only two short days. I did nothing yesterday except go to dance, and today I've spent the day laying around the house and doing homework. I really wanted to go to the air show, but the thing is I was supposed to clean the house this weekend, so I wasn't allowed to go out. And I suppose I could have done it yesterday and then just had today to relax, but me being the procrastinator that I am, I put it off to today. And with my homework and cleaning being left to today, that left no time to go see the airshow. what a shame. The worst part is I have no one to blame but myself.
So I was talking to one of my friends yesterday about how people are just shitty to him, and always blow him off, or just are mean to him, and that sucks so bad. I was thinking and I just really don't understand how people can be like that. Do they really have so many friends that they can afford to treat them like dirt? well if they do that must be an awful lot of friends, cuz I really can't imagine getting to the point of having so many friends that if some of them decided to not be my friend that I wouldn't care. Also I guess that means they really don't care about their "friends", cuz I can't imgine having a friend that I didn't care about. That sucks. Those people suck, and I wish they would get called out for their shitty actions more often, but it seems that in our society no wrong doing, or negative action is so great that we can't just forgive someone. I hate that. It doesn't matter what someone does to you, or how many times they ditch you, in the end most of us don't even say anything about it the next time we see them. We just go on pretending that it didn't happen. Sometime I'd say this is okay, like if they weren't feeling good, and just were too tired to call you back, but it's never just once. It's always the same people who don't return calls, or just flake out, and every single time we take them back as friends. And even if it does come up casually: "hey I called you, how come you didn't call back?" "oh sorry I was busy" we validate it by saying, "oh it's okay" when we all know it's really not. I think it's a common courtesy, even if you're really busy, to take two seconds and call someone and say, hey sorry I can't do anything today. But mannors seem to be a lot to ask from people these days. Everyone is so busy that mannors are quickly becoming a thing of the past, and rudeness is becoming the ever acceptable replacement. Is it really so much effort to say please and thank you? But it goes beyond that. People don't seem to be able to say no, instead they make an empty promise that they can't keep. I dont' understand that, if you can't hang out, then don't say you can. If you don't have any money to go see a movie, then don't say you will. It doesn't make sense. If your friends are true friends they will understand. Another thing that irks me are the people who make plans with one group of people (group A) but then finds out that another group of people (group B) is doing something that sounds more exciting. So then they make up some lie about having to go home, or something like that, and then go hang out with group B. That sucks most of all. These people really are scums. I mean not only to ditch someone, but to lie, and then go hang out with someone else, this is the lowest of lows. I don't even really remeber how I got on this subject, but oh well.
So there are a lot of thins I'm looking forward to, one that just so happens to be my birthday, but not just any birthday my 18th birthday. Woo hooo! I guess it really doesn't make that big of a difference, I mean it's just a number. If we didn't get any special privelages at this age it'd be just another birthday. Also I think it's kind of pointless that we keep track of our ages. Does it really matter how old you are? no I don't think so, I think it really matters how old you act. If we didn't keep track of ages people would naturally hang out with people who were around the same maturity level as them. Really that's all that matters. The only reason we have laws for age is because we think that people can't handle certain things until they're "mature" enough. But some people still aren't mature enough to have the age priveages they get by the time they're old enough. So if we didn't keep track of age, we could just have tests to test your maturity, and that's how it would be decided whether or not you'd get certain rights. I suppose this is more simple, but I duno, I think it's a neat thought to not have any ages. We'd have young, medium and old. No 18, 27 or 59.

I love the smell of boy

Isn't it funny how smells can take you back to a time or place in an instant? tonight I was walking out from alia's house, and for some reason her drive way smelled like boy, and the scent mixed with the smell of the cold air imidiately made me feel safe. It's so strange, I can't even put my finger on which boy it smelled like, I have a vauge guess... but anyways, not the point, the point is that just the smell made me feel like he was there, and had I not had to go home for curfew, and had I been able to linger a little longer I'm quite sure I could have figured it out. And though I don't even remeber which one it was, it made me miss him. weird, I know, but I'm just senitmental like that.