Why must you do that?

       Did any one else know that in Utah the teen pregnancy rate is four to five times higher than any state in the US? Hmmm? Seriously people. You are sixteen stinkin' years old. Why the crap do you have a baby?! So I want to tell you a little story of what happened today. When: approximately 12:54. (Yes, I'm totally a time nazi) Where: Pleasant Grove High School. (Odin hallway. That's right, I'm a hall nazi too)  So here I am, walking along, innocent little me of a mere fifteen years of age. While I walk I people watch. (seriously, who doesn't do that?) So I'm prancing along to the drudgery of Biology and I see this: A girl, maybe 16 or 17, holding a BABY. So I'm like "alright, okay. The chick has a baby."  And I think nothing of it. Ha. Like it's normal to have BABY in school. Whatevs. And then I hear this:

Girl that looks like a total punk with an earring on her face: "Where the *edited* are you taking my kid?"


Other chick holding BABY: "The bell rang I gotta go to class" (Psh. Cuz' normal people have babies in class all the time. What is wrong with people?!)


GTLLATPWAEOHF: "No you're *edited* not! I don't want my *edited* kid in there!!"

         At this point I'm in total shock because my naive mind is trying to process everything that just happened. Here's what I came up with; GTLLATPWAEOHF had a BABY. And she brought her said BABY to school. See why I was freaking out? Now I'm not going to judge peoples life decisions or habits. The only reason why I'm posting this is well, I basically had nothing else to say. BUT, I feel so bad for that child. I seriously wanted to take it away with me so he could be protected from everything. Protected from peoples dumb decisions to do things at the wrong time. And that's what I wanted to share today. Now any teens reading this. Please just....Be Safe. (literally)
                                                     That's (not) my life.

Pffffff!

Does any one know what that sound is? It's me. Blowing my nose. For the gazillionth time. I'm assuming that everyone has been sick before. Everyone has had to blow their nose and sneeze and cough and wear that smelly rubby stuff on your chest so you can breath during the night. Is it fun? I think not. No one likes it. Especially me. Seriously, it's bad enough that I have to go to school daily and be exposed to door handles and locker handles and stair rails. And air. So no wonder I get sick right? Everything is seriously germ infested. It's disgusting. But because of all the filth coating everything in this entire world, you get sick. And then I have to go back to the germ incubator and now be expected to do work. I'm miserable enough. For real. But I still have to go to school and work and sing and be expected to do my best at everything I do. But I'm sick. And I don't want to. But I do. And I have to use a marillion (you like that word huh? I just made it up) tissues because of the mucus coming out of my nasal cavity. Sounds fun eh? And...
                                                     That's my life.



Well, until I get better :)

Procrastination to the max

      Every adult (especially the parent kind) always assume that teenagers are "soooo Lazy" to save you all a trouble from acutally thinking about this matter I will just confirm this statement right now. Teenagers, are infact. Lazy. Not all. Definately not. A lot have jobs and work and yada yada yada. I had a job. A pretty spankin' good one too. I loafed it. But I simply moved away from it. Unfortunately, I have not had the good luck to get  new one. (or the energy to look for one. See? LAZY) Any who....but most teens are lazy. Sorry adolescents but you know 'tis true. Besides, what are you doing right now? On the computer reading this blog most likely procrastinating homework or some other treacherous sounding thing that you never have the "energy" to do. Dang, I'm right aren't I? Well, to show you all a bit into MY world of laziness and procrostination, I will now take you on a journey to some of the best websites to help you along your quest of being  being ne'er-do-wells.
        Dear Blank, Please Blank. Four little words. 20 letters and then a happy little dot com at the end and you have hours worth of procrastination to the max. Along with a few late assignments a couple undone chores and maybe a couple angry parents. No big deal right? WRONG. I am LAZY. I spend forever on this site. DAILY. It's disgusting. Wanna try it? Because I kinda think you do...Dear Blank Please Blank  You're welcome.

           And what's even more repulsive. There is more. Facebook. (I will choose to refrain from giving you the link to this because odds are, you have one. We all have the same problem here people) F my life. Hilarious. My life is average.  Totally Boss. (FYI: my life is average will totally make you feel normal and well....average. 'Tis quite grand) Now at this point, you might be shaking that little head of yours and totally ignore the fact that I could be lazy, well, newsflash. I am. Don't get me wrong, I do my homework and clean my house (quite regularly acutally...) and go outside for excercise and what not, but I do have a sluggish (yes I just used that word) side to me. Shocking? Shouldn't be. If you even want to see it, this is most likely what I look like while doing it:

Ooo. This is so addicting. Must. Stay on. Longer.

And in reality, I'm sure we all look like that sometimes. Half of you are in that same position, looking exactly like this. Right now. People today spend hours procrastinating and spending hours on a computer. I do. (Not that I'm proud) You're lazy. I'm lazy.

                                   That's my life.

P.S.  I typed this post when I was supposed to be doing my Algebra. Procrastination to the Max? I think yes.

Guess what?

I completely aware that absolutely no one reads this blog. Oh well. But whatever...I have decided to start writing/typing on it once again. Don't that sound grrrreat? But there is one bit of a problem....My life, is boring. So my posts will be (any guesses?) boring. Now won't this be a treat to read? Buuuuuuut. To make it spicy for every one to read I will actually talk about something today (Ooo what Mishae what?) Well my invisible and non-existant blog followers. One word. SHOES. I love them. I want more. Will I get more? No. BUT. Check out these babies:

Eh, Eh? You like?

You See them? You like them? I have them. And they are my favorite shoes in the world. For real. And they are super comfortable too. It's like a bowling shoe with a cute twist right? Any who....That will be all for my posts for probably a really long time today. I really hope that someone actually read this. For real? Just look how cute the shoe is? Wasn't it totally worth looking at? No? Oh well then. Too bad. And.....

                                                                That's my Life.