Making the Right Decision

Growing up is tough. The decisions that you make now can and will affect your life later. Even the choice of friendships. You don't want to let your morals go and let your standards go down because your friend's standards aren't as high as yours. Real friends are the ones that respect and agree with your morals. You don't want to have to worry if your friends are going to do something irresponsible or wrong. Even if you know that they have good hearts, it doesn't matter. I'm being pretty harsh, but it's true. It's easy to let things like this slip by, but then you'll become numb to the wrong-doings and possibly even conform to their beliefs. I think that this also has to do with peer pressure. You want to fit in with the "cool" group, but they (let's say) drink and they're under age. You think to yourself, "It's no big deal. It won't affect me." But what if it does? What then? One stupid decision leads to another and another and then one day, you're going to be in a big mess. And it's all because you let it slip past you. Now make the right decision.

Frustrated

I get frustrated when I do so many things for someone, and they don't even realize it all. I guess the only thing to do, really, is to keep doing those many little things and doing them out of love, and if you do it with love, it won't bother you that they don't notice, because you love them anyways and know that they would do the same for you.

It's Hard...

to get over something that you don't necessarily want to get over.

Careless People

It's a really selfish thing to just care about yourself. Duh. But seriously. You lose respect from your friends, and what? Do you feel good for only caring about yourself, living carefree, and hurting your friends in the process? If you don't feel guilty about that, that's really really sad.

Listen

to your parents. They're wiser than you might think.

I Think

that I underestimate myself a lot, which is a very stupid thing to do. One example: I had to write a research report for school and turned it in a few days ago. (This is the report I was complaining about in one of my other posts) I wasn't sure if I was going to get a good grade or not. When I got my report back, a got a 100 percent. I was so happy and surprised. Why was I so surprised though? Too much self-esteem isn't good to have, but I think that a little bit is healthy. I need to be more confident in myself.

"Blessed...

is the man that endureth temptation, for when he is tried, he shall receive the crown of life which the Lord hath promised to them that love him."

James 1:12

Imagine This

You are nervous because you're waiting to go on stage for a school play, let's say.
Your palms start getting sweaty.
You wipe them off on your costume.
You crack your knuckles.
You start biting your nails.
"Two minutes 'til show time!" Someone cries out. 
It's almost here.
Your stomach is all in knots.
"Are you okay?" your friend asks.
"Yeah..I'm..I'm fine."
Your heart is racing.
"You're on!"
It's show time.

Sometimes...

You just have to let it go.

I Just Love Pranks

I was hanging out with a bunch of my friends at a burger place and texted my friend. He loves pranks too and he thought of a great one. He wanted to trick my sister into thinking that he was at the burger place. This is how it worked: I texted him something like, "there's a girl with a cheetah headband and red shirt on" and then he texted my sister that to "prove" that he was there. She looked around, found the girl and told everyone what had happened. "I think he might be here guys!" They were all starting to freak out, and I was playing along with it, trying to not laugh. Then he told me to tell him one other guy so that they would really think that he was there. I told him that there was a guy wearing a baseball cap with glasses on. When she got his message about the man, she told our friends. They all looked around for the guy, and when they found the man, they freaked out. "Oh my gosh!!! He HAS to be here!!" Ahaha it was so funny. After we left, we went to Old Navy to see our friend that worked there. He found out we were going and told my sister that he was already there. When we got there, the girls were searching the store for him. Then they noticed that I wasn't really freaking out with them and started interrogating me..so I ran to the back of the store and waited a little bit. They called him and he confessed, so I confessed too. They were like, "The quiet ones are always the sneaky ones." They called me a traitor, but it was so worth it.

I Dare Myself...

to be more outgoing. Hmm...let's see how this turns out...

I'm Trying...

to loosen up and relax. I just need to stop worrying. When will I stop worrying? Good question. I annoy myself.

What...

I really  love is great friends who are always there for you and  really care about you. Thank you for being my friend.

What Bugs Me...

Is when someone makes a HUGE  deal out of something little. I am annoyed. 

We

are all here for a purpose, so don't you dare thing that you're not important.

Why You Should Do Your Math Homework

I was making snickerdoodles today (because my sister kept nagging me to make them) and I had to substitute baking soda and cream of tartar for baking powder. One teaspoon of baking powder replaces 1/3 tsp of baking soda and 2/3 tsp cream of tartar. So if I needed 1 teaspoon of baking soda in the recipe and 2 teaspoons of cream of tartar, how many teaspoons of baking powder do you put in the repice? The correct answer is 3 teaspoons. And that, my friends, is why you should do your math homework. By the way, the cookies were delicious.

Beauty Salon #2

Okay so if you haven't before, you should look at my post "Inside a Beauty Salon" before you read this post, because they're about the same place. Moving on. Since I looked like a hobo last time I was there, I was planning on looking nicer, but that didn't really happen. I wanted to see if they would have asked if I wanted water if I dressed nicer. Whatever. I'll look better next time. Funny thing, though. I'm in the car about to get out and take out my water bottle to hydrate myself, and surprise surprise! I spilled it on myself so it looked like I peed. "It would only happen to you." That's what my sister said when she found out. It's so true too. So I tied my jacket around my waist to cover it up. Anyways, I went in the salon but went to the restroom first. I came back and my sister had a glass of water with a lemon wedge. I was thirsty, but my pride didn't let me ask for water. I wanted to see if they would ask me. Guess what. They didn't. I'm not trying to complain, but what the heck?? I even had a sweater on! I only looked like a semi-hobo. And the crazy thing is is that when we left, my sister told me that a woman that clearly looked like a hobo(much more hobo-like than me) got asked if she wanted a water! Ughh These people get me annoyed.