Pathetically...

I feel super pathetic.... need I explain? I know you already think such facts of me, but I have a reasonable explanation this time. So, today I had no school because it was semester break. Good for me, right? Anyway, we were suppose to have a basketball tournament but it got cancelled, for some unknown reason. Sadly, it was the principle of the middle school that called, so therefore, in my opinion, we have been demoted to a middle school team. We only have 3 grade 8's, I swear! The majority are still grade 9's..... anyway not the point. So, I really should have been doing something... well good with my time. No, of course not. Before I start though, I really must make a point of how much I hate reliance on technology. First of all, my friend called and the first thing she said was "did you get my message?" No, I didn't, because my phone was dead and when I plugged it in to it's charger, I didn't realize that the charger wasn't plugged into the wall. A little bit of a blonde move, if I do say so myself. Next, my mom and I were anxiously waiting for a phone call from my grandparents who were in Edmonton due to my grandmother deteriorating health and she was getting some tests leading to possible surgery.... and finally my grandfather phones and what does he say? "She sent Jen a text message saying you could call her at the hotel...." Well, sweatpants don't have pockets. And that was what I happened to put on today. Oh no, this isn't the first time this has happened. My mother's friend was in the ER, and after she called and asked for my mom, I decided to check my phone which had a "please tell you mom to check her email" then "it's really important" then on facebook message "I need to get a hold of you mom". A message to me when my mother has a perfectly good facebook account. Because I apparently check mine more. URGH!!! I'm so frustrated with all these "older generations" thinking us teens are connected and up-to-date and online every single fricken second!!! I get so frustrated, just because some days, I want to curl up and disconnect from the world in the comfort of my house.  But no, when that happens, the world collapses. I am "unreachable" and "missing". Congrats to the people smart enough to work a telephone or a doorbell. Do some people even realize that sometimes a warm hug or a pleasant surprise are more welcomed than a "heartfelt text message" or a facebook poke? I am tired of living in this day and age. Sure, I like to text my friends but half the time it's because we are making arrangements to find each other or they live far far away. Now, this post was originally suppose to be about how I sat down at the couch with a big bang theory disc (the show, not an educational lecture) at like.... 1:00 and I just pried my eyes off of it now (FYI, 8:00) Even during supper, my family joined me at the couch. Now I feel really pathetic for my wasted hours glued to the boob tube. (I think that's right, or else it would be really disgusting imagery if it wasn't. I think I'm going to play it safe and call it the blue tube.... =P) Ok, I am sincerely sorry for those of you that think I made a blog just to rant, because I truly didn't. I just needed to clear up some space in my head. Adios my amigos (I wanted to look up what my was in Spanish, but it turned out it was just my, so technically my Spanish still hasn't improved...)

Oh yeah and btw there is such a button. Not this exactly, but with privacy settings. Here you go, this is the message I got... FACEBOOK FYI: ALERT*As of YESTERDAY! NEW PRIVACY setting called "Instant Personalization" that shares data with non-Facebook websites and it is automatically set to "Enable." Go to Account>Privacy Settings>Applications and Websites>Instant Personalization>at bottom of page Edit Settings, and un-check "Enable". BTW if your friends don't do this, they will be sharing information about you. PLEASE COPY & REPOST. Just so you know ;)

How ARE you?

This post will be dedicated to my ranting and raving about mindless questions. I HATE them. With a passion! Ok, if you beg to differ, explain to me why if you are walking down a hallway you would say "How are you" to someone you barely know? And how are you expected to reply? "Good and how are you?" Now, the oddball might reply with fine or great or I'm doing well... but what happens if that's not really the case. Odds are, the person who asked you doesn't really have the time to listen to the reasons why your feeling horrible, but if you reply with horrible, they will feel obliged to further inquire. (I put my school brain back on!). And then there is the genuine how are you question, in which they do have the time and interest to hear the full response. How can you tell the difference? Situation I guess... but here is where unaware people get criticized if they explain there life tragedies at a simple question. Variations of this question include how's life or the more common how's life treating you? Take note, How are you feeling? is a completely different question all together. Ok, that's all the energy I have time for today. Ranting and raving is exhausting! Being a critic would be so tiresome. Until next time, TTFN!

Yes I'm quoting Winnie the Pooh. And for you non-Winnie the Poohers, that's means ta ta for now! A-duh!

Forced habits????

     Ok, so, this is about maturity (somewhat). Half the time, I think younger kids are more mature than older kids. I was sitting on the bus this morning, and there was frost on the windows. The kindergartners and the grade one-ers were busy making hearts and writing I love you in mirrored image so people on the outside could read it. While, as you moved farther back in the bus, the messages started getting worse. A few were stuff like "Levi is Gay" or "Billy likes dick" or whatever. Honestly, I would rather read I love you than messages like that. But all teenagers were like that... right? Once a kid. I think it's like one of those really messed up transition phases.
    Ok, I know you are either killing yourself laughing or being completely lost at that last paragraph. But to finish the topic, I have to tell you the most horrific news. Ok, you remember me talking about the little kindergartners on my bus? Well they are like my best friends. The one that is my favourite though, her name is Chloe. She is 6 years old and has flowing blonde hair. Now, whenever I am on the bus, she always sits beside me and we listen to my ipod together (now, don't get horrified, my ipod is completely swear-free and all christian music!!). Then one day, she brought her ipod and insisted we listen to it. It was one of the really old nanos with no screen. So were were listening, and at first it was stuff like crazy frog and "i like to move it move it" and stuff. But then there were a lot of songs that weren't. I started listening to the words of those songs, and in ever song, within the first verse there was something that offended me. It was full of niggers and bitches and whores. I had asked her where she had got this music and she explained it used to be her brothers ipod, and other than the fact that she didn't particularly like the songs, she saw nothing wrong with it. So here is this 6 year old girl, learning her manners from songs that I would be embarrassed being caught listening to. Now, thinking about this, I was trying to find out who her brother was. The only brother of her I know of is in Grade 4. That's right, 9 year old. Now, I don't even want to know where HE got that music, but I just wanted to point out, that some kids learn there habits from that stuff that happened when they were little. It might seem perfectly normal to them.
     Now, to change the topic I little, I have another "theory" I would like to share. So, over the years of going to school with the same people, you learn quite a bit. Now, I have to admit, some of my peers aren't the best people in the world. I mean, they are into some pretty bad things. But after being friends with them for a while, I would argue it's not their fault. They have told me stories of when they were as young as 7, being offered a smoke. Or by the time they were 10 they were drinking at home. Ok, you might not get the point yet. How many of the people in the world, do you think, have the same religion as their parents? A lot, right? That's probably because as a kid, they were told that the religion was what was right and their parents probably took them to church or other forms of religious practice. So, now, relate that to something like drugs. If you grew up at home and were told that this was right and your parents even offered you a smoke, you would probably believe them. It's not only the parents, it's the family friends, siblings, siblings friends, and soon their friends. So, with that explanation, how can you possible say that it's their fault? Just some food for thought. Ok I better go now, this post is getting quite long.... LATER MY DEDICATED VIEWERS!!!