Monday, August 17, 2009

I have a new least favorite word;



For people who do not know, I am vacationing in the lovely Vancouver, Canada at the moment. There is a lot of music from artists I have never heard of on like, the countdown & what not or on MTV & MuchMore (canadian VH1, kinda). So I listen, & I noticed that a lot of their music says shorty; the rap/hip-hop, rock, alternative, lame emo songs, pop all have it. It's really irritating actually.

Here is something as an example. This is a song named "Summer Girl" (creative name, eh?) by a Canadian group named Stereos:
(sorry for not posting the video directly, for some reason, the Youtube option thing is gone..blah.

Okay, that's my two cents. Slightly a short post, but I have some allergies right now & I have to go as well.

Any other words that irk you guys?

(this doesn't mean I am persuading anyone to not get this song, agree/disagree. the song is actually very, very catchy, but I am to express my own opinion)

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

blaah. I have a headache.

I haven't blogged in a while..
& I am in canada. Since the 28th of July & I have nine days left..
Today, I took a vitamin. There was a lot of vit. a in it. I'm on accutane which has SO MUCH VITAMIN A. lol. So now I have a headache & backache. blaah.

Hm. What should I talk about..?

oooh. okay, so tonight, we're going out to this like, persian party. & I hate persian parties. lol. This is how persian parties usually go (me in green):
"Guess what?"
"We're going to a Persian Party!"
"What's wrong?"
"I don't like persian parties."
"Don't worry! There will be other kids your age."

other kids our age.

Usually, that means:
•kids who are younger
•people who don't talk
& my favorite:
•kids who think they are better than you.

OHMYGOD, I hate those kids. They're snobby, rich, & annoying. lol.

But hopefully the day will pass soon(:

(probably not)

Monday, April 27, 2009

my personality has been overpowered by my problems.

Sixth grade - very scared to go to middle school.
Had the best year I have ever had in my life.
Made many friends.
Gained the ones I lost.
Was carefree.
Was problem free.

Seventh grade - very excited to return to middle school.
Barely made any friends.
Lost some of the ones I lost.
Was a worry-wart.

Unfortunately, all my outside-of-school problems have largely affected my school life. It's like I'm bipolar or something..

I know I am not bipolar. I can still control my emotions. But I feel like I must be sad because I'm in some sad situations.
I just think I'm pissed because last week kind of sucked & I got a D- on my algebra test. If my parent find out...

I'm off to do some quiz corrections..

Monday, April 20, 2009

I love California. [photo heavy]

Thankfully, I am feeling a lot better compared to last week. & after buying some frozen yogurt this evening, my dad & I went for a drive to the beach..I may not like living in San Diego, but one thing I will miss when I am eighteen and move to NY is living less than 10 minutes away from the beach.
so I got my Blackberry out and started snapping some pictures.

(sorry for the low quality images, the phone runs on a 2.0 megapixel and the camera battery this was my last resort.)

Friday, April 17, 2009

What really is the purpose of this blog...?

When I started this blog, my main idea was to make it something that I can express my feeling on multiple subjects that are very debatable.
But lately, I feel like the blog is just used to vent out my sad thoughts in hope of my readers to feel sorry for me. I really lost the purpose of this site.

I'm just a sad kid. I have nothing special about me.

I thought there was something - something different about me than all the other people at my school. All the people who are mean, the people whom I hate. But truly, I am the exact same thing as them.
I lie to my friends.
I cancel last minute to be with someone I proclaim "more fun."
I harass people about my feelings.
I have low self esteem.
I bring out the worst in some people.
I am a target.
I don't really have anything going for me.
I speak like I know everything; I don't.
I am doing everything they want me to do:
I am making myself feel terrible.

& I don't know what my purpose really is right now.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Everyone's different, some people just take things harder.

Meet hank. Hank has been a friend of mine since 6th grade. I do a lot for Hank, favor wise. Unfortunately, I don't get the same.
I ask him for a favor one time. He agrees to the favor. When I go to him during lunch to help me with my homework (which was the favor), he runs away in a joke manner. I almost got 0 for the day.
So the next day, he's all normal like nothing happened. I tell him I'm mad & why. He gets angry, tells people he's mad at me.
Is this really fair? This is someone who I thought was my friend, yet he fails to accomplish that role.
In english today, I ask one of his friends, who Hank once got mad at, about how long it will take for him to get back to normal.
"About a week....maybe two."
That made me mad. I am not going to let this happen. So what do I do? Ask him.
No response. So today is "day two" of ignorement.

What do you guys think on the subject?

Monday, April 13, 2009

Asian Folk? idk.

If you can't take somebody's opinions on this matter, leave.
Here is a great site you can go on instead.

I feel oh-so racist.
I'm caucasion, which is a fancy word that is meant not to be offensive for white. Which might have came to be obvious when I stated the above sentence. But I'm caucasion. so I can call myself whatever form I want.
Let's start this over...

I'm white.
My best friends are almost all Asians. I mean, Asians are cool, I guess.
They're smart, they're mostly quiet, they'
It's like the yellow to white ratio is outbeat. Meaning, do you ever feel a little out of place when you're hanging out with all these different people from you?
A few months ago, someone asked why I hang out with all these Asians.
I really didn't have an answer.

When I think of that person, I think of Jojo.
She is the strangest.
She sings in Japanese randomly, is obsessed with anime & erm. I don't know. She just gets to me.

I actually don't think this post really should be called this but I truly have nothing else to call it.
As I am typing, I fear that this is getting racist. Gee.

I don't want to lie, I think I want to start hanging out with friends that relate to me more. Instead of people who eat lunch in their seminar history class so they spend the whole lunch period in the library. They give me bad looks when I say I dropped out of the seminar program...

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Sometimes, it's easy to tell if you are appreciated. Sometimes, it's not.

I have a "friend." Her name is Bobilina..
so we've known each other for a while, she's been to my birthday party, I've been to hers, ect.
In 6th grade, mid-year, she never talked to me. I tried talking/texting to her but for some reason, she never responded. Until a few weeks ago. She started texting me, calling me, and saying that she misses me & we should hang out.
She was texting all day, but I didn't want to seem to needy so I said I had to go. I kind of did anyways.
& I'm not going to lie, she is more popular than me. So I felt that she didn't talk to me because I wasn't in "her rank." But this year, I'm more I feel that she's talking to me in result of that.
The thing that sucks is that I really liked her back then..& I had to see her change being the worse part.
Another thing is, my friend told me that a lot of people at school don't want to be her friend anymore & don't want to talk to her, because of one her relatives'. So maybe that's it.
But the most part of me..thinks that this is true and wants to really start hanging out with me.

But at least, I don't have to be home next Saturday ;)

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

I don't like it when we do group projects & my partners throw the work onto me.

I haven't really had too much to say recently, so I decided to share one of my past experiences.
Two years ago, when I was in 5th grade, our elementary school had a science fair. I decided to work with two of my friends, Joan & Kayla. They were really close to me and were also very smart. When we chose our partners, I knew that I was up for a fun time and that my partners wouldn't make the amount of work divided unequally.
Until we actually started on the project.

I carried about 50% of the weight, while they both carried half the weight I had. I provided most of the supplies and did most of the research. Joan, who provided a minor part of the experiment, believed that was all she needed to do. Kayla, on the other hand, provided nothing, and just sat down acting like there was nothing to do.

Kayla got mad at me too (who is in blue):
"Kayla, you have not been doing so much work. I have been doing a lot more than you and Joan did."
"Well, you're not letting me do anything!"

Why would I not let someone do the work? I would be MORE THAN HAPPY.

Saturday, March 14, 2009

When you're feeling weak, you want to rant everything out.

In the past year, I have had a lot of problems with my friends. Some things have been easy to let go of - some, I think otherwise.
I had a really good friend in sixth grade, let's call him Kevin. We told each oter everything, and I hung out with him more than I hung out with my two best friends. If they saw this, they would instantly know who. This is why I am not telling them.
The reason I hung out with him more is because I felt safer saying stuff to him rather than my two friends who either criticize everything I say, or they don't really care. This year, we only have one class together. So we grew apart. A lot of things happened to him this ear regarding school & his grades. And he didn't tell me any of it. I kinda felt betrayed. So one day, he got on AIM. He goes on maybe once every 4 months. I don't think he has a big buddy list, so there's not a lot of people to talk to. You know what I did?
I jumped right in to talk to him.

I would have copied the conversation onto here, but I'm using a different computer. The day I talked to him was the day I got my computer virus. Right after I logged off, my computer shut off and won't open unless we pay for some fancy computer repair costing about 300 dollars.

We talked about how I am never told anything. I swear, I sounded like pissed off girlfriend. But eventually, I got somewhere. I was having such a bad day, that I used him to vent about everything happening; the problems with my friends, grades, and what happened to him.
...then, I realized I said a sentence too much. I said a thing I don't want to say. I made a very, very horrible comment about one of my friends. I lost my control. I was happy enough to hear that he won't tell. That's what a friend is.
You may have friends who are way distant, but you can still mantain a good friendship.

I really miss last year. The school year has been doing no good for me. There are only fourteen more weeks left until summer. And I am gonna spend that summer well.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

The grass is always greener on the other side.

Remember the girl whom I envy?
I guess that not everyone has their perks..

I was walking behind her and her boyfriend. Just a normal passing period. Her hair was up, and she needed to scratch the back of her neck. That's when I quietly gasped. As she pushed her hair back to scratch, I saw something revolting.


Backne is acne on your back/back of your neck. Boy, she had it. She had it badly. I was in shock. She looks flawless..when she has a t shirt/hooded jacket on & her hair is down. When that's not the case, I feel a little better about myself. Would I still want to be in her position? Probably. There's always a dermatologist for those kinds of problems. I had one and my skin is clear.

Monday, March 2, 2009

I need to tell someone something I don't want to say.

I have new best friends.

Yeah. I don't want to tell my longtime best friend that I want to change her from first speed dial, to maybe 4th.
I think I have to.
I have a friend, Sally, who I tell almost everything.
She knows maybe, double or triple the amount my best friend knows.

No, really.

My friends don't even like my best friend. They think she's emo.

She is really spoiled. She played a Wii game I borrowed and was like "I'm gonna buy that."
She has 13 games. She has had her Wii for a year. I have had mine for 6 months and have two.
In my head, I'm like she just gets a game like that!?

I think I deserve better.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Do you know that feeling? when you feel like life isn't really doing anything for you?

My friends bother me.

I like to hang out with a lot of different groups of people. Today, I learned something. That is a bad idea. Why?
Because some people don't like my friends and vice versa.

June and Carl as an example.

June and I are real close.
And Carl is, like one of my top three closest guy friends.
They hate each other. Actually, a whopping 90% of the people I hang out with during lunch don't like Carl. He's those kinds of people who don't like certain people. And what do you do when they're fighting for you?
That is what I wanna know.

There's also Liz.
Liz wants me to do what she says. She doesn't like it when I'm with other people. I don't know why. She's psycho.

There's Bill. He is a hypocrite. He makes a big deal out of everything, too.

Why can't everyone get along?

This was a horribly crappy post. Sorry. I'm tired.
Good night.

Monday, February 23, 2009

I am not going to let you treat me like s**t, but I still have to be there for you.

Meet, "Bobby."

He was cool last year. We were friends.
And then "Joey" came along. New to the school, only knowing a few people. I mentioned him on this blog before, I'm sure. and so, Joey and Bobby became "friends" and Bobby started doing what Joey did.

So this past year, Bobby has been bothering me, calling my name, ect. The list is really too long.
In the beginning of the year, he told me who he liked. One of my friends. And I never told anyone. I keep promises all the time.

So today, in English, we were assigned in groups to make a poster.
Guess who was in it?
Bobby and Joey.
Trouble times two.

They literally do nothing.
Two other guys and I do everything.

So they were bothering me again. I couldn't take it. This is how my anger reacted:
"Bobby; I am so sick and tired of all the crap you have been giving me. I could say something about you, but I'm not going to, because I have a lot of things to say that will make you cry. What people say about you."
"What did I do!?"
"Always calling me names, bothering me, treating me like s**t."
"Like when?"
"'Oh, I don't want to sit next to Soraya; she's icky' even though _____ was already sitting next to me."
"And you know what? If you bug me any more, I'm gonna tell ______ about your little secret."
"That was three months ago."
"so? I honestly don't give a care about you anymore."

He got afraid & started working. Because we know he still likes her. I got my payback. And if he does continue, I'm telling.
For sure.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

In some places, you can't trust anyone. It sucks if one of those places is your room.

I have a wallet.
There's not a lot of money in it. But I have giftcards left from my birthday. tons of giftcards.
I lost my wallet.
Not really.
I just left it on my desk in my room and the wallet suddenly vanished. My mom goes in my room whenever I'm not home, which is about from 10 AM to 8 PM on weekends and 8 AM to 4 PM on weekdays. That is when she lurks into my room and "cleans"
It's not what I call cleaning.
I ask her to stop cleaning, because when she does, anything that involves money is gone.
Sucks, right?

So now I am looking for my wallet which included some receipts. If I find the wallet with no receipts, I will have a breakdown.

And I'm off to look.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Please don't be so dang nosy.

Curiousity kills the cat.
There's a reason for that.

One of my friends, "Sam," always asks me why I'm doing something.

So we're at lunch, and I tell my friends to buy corn nuts and give me the bags.
And she goes.
"You'll see tomorrow."
So I lied and said I wanted to explode the bags so she would shut the frick up.

She's also an insane hypocrite.
It's really bad.

She said that two of our friends are overly-curious and they ask why she does something all the time. In my head, I was laughing.

Sorry this is such a short post. I am kinda busy with HW.

Monday, February 16, 2009

I'm feeling angry, left, and sad.

I have a friend named "Rose."
Rose and I sorta made plans for her to come over yesterday.

So yesterday (Sunday), one of my friends who is slightly more popular than I, was inviting people on her buddy list to go to the movies. I told her I couldn't go. I didn't say I had plans with Rose to my friend. Then, Rose's status message says something that made me pissed off.

"going to the MOVIES!!!! ttyl~"

I was like "you're kidding, right?"
Here's how the convo went:
"You're going to the movies, eh?"
"I thought you were coming over.."
"Oh. I know, but I got invited to go to the movies with ______ and yeah. Sorry."

Because of that, I had to reschedule my plans.
And the friend I invited over was 3 hours late.

Lately, Rose has been really bad. She left me for her popular friends. I guess it goes to show who your friends really are. And I think I've mentioned her on this blog before too.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

I'm obsessed with appearances. I envy those who are happier. Even worse, I really envy those who look nice.

I like how I look, I really do.
I love how I dress.
But sometimes, I feel as if...I don't match up to all the other pretty, popular girls in my grade.
I'm those kinds of people who over-react with the slightest things.

I got a teeny zit near my ear. It took me like 20 minutes of convincing to leave the house.
Then, I see the girl in school who I envy.
She's really pretty. And thin. And happy, which is a plus.
Almost everyone falls over her, the guy I used to like even likes her.
There's only one person who hates her.
And he is a different story. Which I don't think I am allowed to talk abuot.

I don't really want to be popular. I just want, to look nice. Some people don't even see how hard it is to go through all the effort to look nice for some people.
Unfortunately, I am one of those people who needs to take 45 minutes to make myself presentable.
No, really.

I guess, one who has perks has to have something bad.
This girl doesn't treat some people nicely. Like one of those b**ches you see in the movies.

This post is kinda all over the place. Maybe I'm just tired.
So I'll catch a couple of zz's. I guess this post was my envy towards a girl.

And I think one of you readers who knows me personally has a guess.
And if it's who I think you are thinking, it's not her.

I learned something: If you have a problem, keep trying to solve it until it's solved.

Remember Frank?
We told on him again.

We moved seats. Me and my three friends are together and he got moved to the front.
Justice does well ;D

I was so angry, always complaining and acting miserable. Telling on him felt so good. Of course, he still hits on my friend, and occasionally me, but I can live with that.
I think, my real problem wasn't even him. I think the problem was those girls behind me. It was a little stupid to blame him for something he couldn't control. Those girls are stupid; I have to admit it.

I'm away from them.
And learning is a lot more fun. I don't think I'll be grieving math for a while. Unless, that empty seat next to my friend gets filled.

It's my brother's birthday!
I got a lot of cupcakes.
I think I'll cut this post short and get off now.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

You know when you feel like everything is made so it's against you? I feel like that right now.

I was having an okay day today. On my way to third period, I was talking to a friend and I told him that I had a feeling today would be bad.
Guess what?
It was horrible.
I was really excited for this food faire our school was doing. Food from all the school clubs. I even ordered my vegetarian Asian food plate in advance. The lunch period was even going to be one hour long instead of the usual 25 minutes.
Today, in the car, my dad said this:
"Guess what's happening on Friday?"
"Finally. What time?"
"About 12:30."
I go home. I log on AIM.
My friend messages me:
______________ (8:13:20 PM): are you excited about the food faire on friday?
Then, I realized that my dermatologist appointment is right in the beginning of the food fare.
I got really angry at my dad. I plead for him to change the time, at least.
I wouldn't mind skipping PE. I really wouldn't.

So now, I am sitting here, hoping he will change it so I can eat my vegetarian, Asian platter.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

I think I officially found one of the most annoying people I have ever seen.

Meet "Frank."
Frank, an eighth grader, sits next to my best friend, who sits next to me, in a class.
By choice.
He is annoying and he's also really perverted. He puts his arm around us, sits on my friends' chair, talks about how much he loves her, and I would really go on about it. But I won't because I think you are getting the point. At least I hope you are.
Let's make matters worse, if I thought it couldn't get worse.
There are four eighth grade girls sitting behind me in math class.
I don't really know any of them, but I'm not really interested in getting to know any of them, since they are pretty bad from what I've seen this past semester. One of them already knows me, since I'm friends with her younger cousin.
Ever since Frank has been sitting there, the girls have been saying "penis" and "vagina" out of the blue.
Yeah, they really are that..ugh.
They also make fun of people, a lot. Like this one girl, she wore a ring on her ring finger and they were laughing about it. Wow. Big deal.

Today, I decided to stop it. I told on him and my friend did so too. We are green, Frank is that pink color, and my teacher is navy.
"Frank is bothering us!"
"No, I am just helping them with their class work."
"Ohh, I see. You two have to appreciate this help from Frank."
Then, he was like "I'm sorry. I'll be nice to you!"

She believed him! I would never believe that. And the girl in front of us was just giving a sorry face. I didn't pay attention, because I was looking at the empty seat next to her. Plus, she's my friend. I am not allowed to move there.

I wish the girls would stop snickering and Frank would leave.
But it's probably not going to happen. I guess I'll have to deal.

People who speak like a sailor make me feel uncomfortable.

Cursing bothers me. I don't really mind if whomever I am talking to does it once or twice. We all probably have cursed at least once in our lives.
I just don't like it when it's used a lot. I kinda feel like, the people I'm talking to don't really have respect for the subject they are talking about or they are insulting something they're talking about.
I don't even know how cursing came into place. I know there's always "shoot" and "crud" but in a way, it's the same thing. Just because one letter is different, doesn't change things. If you are using a word negatively, I still feel uncomfortable.

You want an example? I'd love to give one that I just made up.

"This guy is so f*cked up. He is a serious a** hole."

I remember making
many rants about negative energy. This is also negative energy, just in a different way.
In a way, I feel bad for the person cursing. They can't think of any sophisticated or intelligent words. Think of it like this; cursing is kind of like slang, bad slang.

Cursing = :P

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Don't bother people - you might need them later on.

Yes, this happened to me.

So this guy who is extremely annoying came up to me during lunch.
"Hey, Soraya...where are you going?"
"I walk this way so I can walk with Lisa. But I already missed her."
"Can you please do me a favor?"
"Excuse me?"
"Yeah. Please?"
"What is it?"
"Can you go to Ms. P's with me to play a board game? If you play, you get extra credit, and I'm at 88% in my grade. It will take five minutes, I swear."
"Okay. But, you can never be annoying again."
"You know I was just messing with you, right?"
So the game takes about 15 minutes of my valuable lunch time.

You know, if that was someone else, they could have laughed at his face?
But I didn't. Because I'm nice. I believe that he will be nicer, too, but even if he doesn't, I won't care. The reason for that is because it shows him that I am the bigger person.

I felt good about that. And my grade was on the borderline, too.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Oooh. You just got dissed. Ooh. You're pissed. Oooh. You think it's okay to diss someone.

I think I stress this out way too much.

So I know "Stu."
He makes fun of people. He laughs at people.
Then when I'm around and I make fun of him, he gets all angry saying it's mean.
Stu says that I shouldn't be mean. But he's mean to others.

So I hear from "Madison" that he made fun of her. And called her a loser.
And that makes me mad. Especially since Madison is my friend. And I though Stu was my friend too. But I don't like jerks.

Stu changes. He calls people names. And he is cool, in his group. His tightly knit group. But he is vulnerable in the real world; where everyone is mean.

You don't know how bad it hurts, do you?

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Pessimists are so annoying when they complain about their "horrible lives"

We all know at least one pessimist.
Just having them makes me hate my life. I don't know about you, though. A frown always makes me frown. Unless it's someone I really don't like. Then I smile xD
Living is a privilege. If you are reading this, you are very lucky whether you realize it or not. Yes, there may a problem we all have here or there. Whether it's our weight, our looks, the way we act, ect..but in the end, there are some kids in Africa with no food. Or the kids in Gaza who got bombed.

I hate it when people complain that they didn't get something they wanted.
"I didn't get a Tiffany bracelet for my birthday!"
Like, seriously. The world isn't going to going to end because you didn't get what you wanted.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Please don't act stupid. Being stupid is really annoying, but acting stupid makes you stupider. Unless you're going for that reputation.

I have friends who actually go out of their way and try to act stupid, dumb, ect. I don't know if people think it's funny or cute, but to my opinion, it's just...stupid. Most people think it's stupid too. From experience.
Cate repeats everything I say in question form. (I'm in pink, she is in blue and another friend in red)
"Hey. Do you know why this is on the table?"
"No. Sorry."
"Just wondering, why is this on the table?"

You have no idea how annoying it is when people act like that, unless you know someone who does.

I have another friend who "cries" during the "sad" parts of movies.
She like shows off that she's crying to the whole class, with like one tear. And then I wipe of the real tear I had from watching that scene, to not be associated with that immaturity.

You know what's worse?
When they laugh after I get mad at them for acting stupid. It's not funny to me! Why are you laughing? Does this amuse you? Am I a clown?
Don't answer the last question.

And you know what's even worse?
When they complain about me complaining about them acting stupid and they claim that they aren't.

I feel much better now.

Monday, January 19, 2009

I never realized how many people are hypocrites without even knowing it.

Let's say you are sorta friends with..Jackie.
You hang out sometimes during lunch and you have known each other since 4th grade.
Your birthday is coming in 2 weeks and you send out invites. You invited about 15 people and Jackie is not one of those people because you're not as close to her.
A month later, her birthday comes up. And it's like one of those big parties, like a quinceniera, Bat/r Mitzvah, random party or Sweet Sixteen. And you don't get invited. but she invites people she talks to less than you.
Do you think it was fair?

After talking to my friend about how we didn't get invited but a lot of random people were, my friend kinda got pissed off.
I told her that she didn't invite the Jackie to her party. but she still gets angry.

And you shouldn't get angry, because you didn't invite her.
"But we hang out!"
She could have thought that when you didn't invite her.

okay. I think the anger is gone now.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

"OH MY FREAKING GOD! I LOVE EDWARD!" Oh my god. I don't care.

I don't understand this whole Twilight phenomenon and why people are obsessing over it.

Am I the only person who saw the handmade Twilight shirts on the day of the movie's release?
I have read the first three books [by force] and I was not really hooked. And I don't like it when former lovers of the novel say they hate it now. It really confuses me.
I have also seen the Twilight movie and I personally liked it better than the book. People are insulting the movie even though they bothered to watch it.
"But I just wanted to watch it to prove it sucked."
If it sucked so badly, why did you go through the whole movie?

People are setting their wallpapers to the cast, screensavers as the cover, people are into Muse all of a sudden because it happens to be Stephenie Meyer's favorite group.

Dude. Seriously. It's a waste of time to obsess over it.

Once you hit your twenties, you will be ashamed of these years. Just sayin'

Friday, January 16, 2009

Some people make a huge deal out of everything. It annoys me.

I got a reaaaaaaaally cute top from Urban today ;D
sorry. Had to say that.

I don't like it when people marvel about something they got. Especially when it's all the time.
I have a friend who we will call Bill. Bill shows off about everything he gets. Everything.
Here's how one of our conversations went when I got fed up (Bill is in blue):
"Oh my god. Soraya, I got this awesome new phone."
"It's the enV 2. It's a lot cooler than yours."
"That's great. I like mine still."
"Yeah. But mine is cooler."

To make matters worse, he talks about his "awesome" phone all the time. All the freaking time. And every day, he compares mine with his and asks people which one is better.

I'm winning.
Please don't show off your stuff. It's not like we don't care, it's just that we don't like hearing it all the time.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

You can tell when people are really your friends or not. I am just too afraid to admit that I don't like you.

My best friend fights with me literally every day. Twice at the least, and once if it's a really good day.
I don't even know if she's worth all of it. She is completely different at school. When we're at each other's homes, she is fine. But when at school, UGH.

So I ask for one problem on our vocabulary book over the phone 3 minutes ago.
Then she realizes she got ALL of it wrong and blames me. For her mistake. And asks for all the answers. how do I get out of it? I tell her to call another friend.
She "doesn't know her home"
I give it to her.
She texts me back saying "her cell is off and her house is busy."
I don't respond. because I lied saying I was asleep. I am not helping you for the thousandth time. And you take credit. And her phrase is always
"but you never...."
"but you always...."
every freaking day. And honestly, I am FED UP. She can be really cool sometimes. But at other times, she is a whiny b*tch. And I've said it to her face.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

I don't see why people say things about me behind my back, yet they don't have the guts to say it to my face.

Experience from 6th grade.

People these days are jerks. We all know this. But if they hate us so much, I don't know why they don't insult us in person. Are you trying to be polite?
Then it all doesn't make sense.
If you hate me, don't be polite or anything by saying something behind my back.
Oh, so you are afraid to see how I react?
Don't worry. I would find out either way.

Let's talk about...Betty.
Me and Betty used to be friends in the beginning of sixth grade. She even bought me a birthday gift when she barely knew me. then we went to a sixth grade camp and she changed.
For the worse.

So one day in English last year, Betty was talking about me.
"Soraya was totally a b*tch in camp because she wouldn't let me borrow her converse."
I DID let her borrow them. And then I realized that she's ruining my stuff.
So when I heard my name, I walked politely towards them.

"What did you just say about me?"
The guy she was talking to tells me in front of her.
I heard a "noo" quietly.
She seriously thought I was going to get pissed off? I am more angry that she told me behind my back rather than to my face.

Case in point:
Don't be afraid.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

I do not know what pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis means. Don't use it in a sentence while talking to me.

ugh. This bothers me. Why do some people like to use these huge words that no one but whomever is speaking would comprehend unless they happen to have a copy of the Miriam-Webster pocket dictionary?
I'm thirteen. I am smart for my age. But I'm not smart enough to know some words. I have heard other thirteen year olds and twelve year olds give me these words that I never heard of.
guess what I did after hearing that sentence?
I went online to Miriam-Webster and searched the word.
You know when someone uses those words you don't understand, and you go all like "yeah" or "I know"
If you don't, never mind. But I do. Or I ask what the word means.

I don't know why people want to make it so complicated! I just want to know what their saying. I am interested in your conversation, until you start confusing me with all these big words only a college professor would know.
In case you didn't notice, I am not a college professor.

For example, when typing my title, I wanted to search the longest word in the english language that also appears in the dictionary.
When Wiking it...
things got all complicating. Don't believe me? Click here and you will wonder why there is a huge article on it. I know I did.
That's why Wikipedia freaks me out.

Stick to the ten letter words [as a maximum.] Please.

Monday, January 12, 2009

I don't get why people don't like stereotypes.

Don't get mad.
I love stereotyping things. It makes life so much easier. Instead of saying that kid, I can say that "emo looking kid," or that "nerd"

You know you use them.
Face it.

It gives you an impression of how that person is going to behave. sure, some people are different and you shouldn't judge a book by it's cover. But in reality, we all do. Whether it's in our heads or out loud. But really, 95% of the time, people usually act how they dress. The 5% is too small to care about.
I personally stereotype in my head. sorry. I had to say that.

It's really hypocritical when you say you don't. Your head is in control. It's life.

And the people who usually don't like stereotypes are the people who think they're "emo, scene, ect"

How are you supposed to describe people!?
It's not like we're going to start calling people, Bob, or Bobert...and I don't know how it sounds familiar to you, ;)
I do that. A lot. But I also stereotype.

And you know what?
I'm proud.

There is nothing classy about showing off your wealth.

It's really pathetic.

Go to New York. You're going to see a ton of people with Chanel double C earrings, LV logo bags, and Coach print shoes.
They're all fake.
I bet you. Because 5 minutes ago, they were at vendor #5407 on 7th Ave selling all those fakes claiming they're real.

Go to a suburban city. Or a state that is very unpopular.
Go to...Wisconsin.
If you see that, it's real.
But it's trashy.
And a teenager is probably wearing it. People think these days that it's cool to have all these things with a logo. That shows off their "money." And especially when they talk about their 4349075905734 houses in different countries.

I know a girl from YMCA that we'll call "Meg"
Meg is a spoiled brat. She likes talking about herself.
here is a conversation between her and another person in our volleyball camp. (meg in green)
"I got these new sunglasses."
"They're Juicy."
"Umm. Okay."
"All Juicy sunglasses are from Italy."
"ugh. You are getting to me. The only designer sunglasses I have are Prada and they're fake. There isn't even a logo. And I got it from a flea market for 5 bucks. They're a lot cuter than your Juicy sunglasses."

They really were.

I don't care if it's fake or if it's real, but if you want to buy them, just don't brag. Or show too much. It's like skin. Less is usually more.

No, I do not like to smell your feet while taking a test that goes for 1/3 my semester grade.

"But no one has ever complained!"
That's because no one has the guts to tell you.

Do you know how stinky some peoples' feet are?
Very stinky.
Last year in my math class, this guy who we will call "Bobert" would take his shoes off during class.
I had to sit in front of him at the time of a very important test that would determine if we'd go into algebra next year.
I was struggling in the class.

So. bobert takes his shoes off. The bottom of his sock was black. It stunk up the whole room. well, at least the desk.
"Bobert, put your friggin' shoes on. you're stinking up the place."
"my feet don't stink."
"YEAH, they do."
He put his shoes on, and once he did, everyone at my table literally took a deep breath in relief.

I passed the test. And when he put his shoes on, I realized that I got many mistakes. I was too distracted.
Now, he is in my algebra class. And all the other classes. And he is not stinking up the place anymore because he knows I will stab him with a pencil if he does.

I don't care if it's comfortable, unless you steam wash your feet every hour, then I don't want an excuse. Please be kind to people around you. that is...unless he/she is your enemy. Then feel free to take your shoes off.

Why do people enjoy sending negative energy?

This bugs me terribly. Being in middle school, this happens a lot. I am sad to say that I've had friends who insult you all the time, but they still rely on you to have their homework done, remind them, and help them out. And then one day came, and I did something.
I told them to shut up.

boy, did I feel good. :D

I had a friend. Let's call this friend "Annie." I won't say his/her gender, but I'll put it as a she.

So Annie and I were walking to a class. Annie decided to send negative energy.
"Why are you wearing nurses shoes?" to describe my white keds.
"Because I like nurse shoes."
"I think they're ugly."
"Oh, okay. Whatever floats your boat..I guess."
That didn't hurt me. But if I was more sensitive or this conversation happened when we were in first grade, I probably would have been hurt.

All that happens when you send negative energy is that it makes you look like a jerk.
You really think I don't have any nasty comebacks for what you say?
Sure, I do. I have a whole list of comebacks that will make you shudder, cry, get angry or even leave me alone for life. But I'm not going to give them, because it's not nice.

One thing I learned in middle school is that you have to have a spine. If you don't have one, good luck. because you're seriously going to get chewed up and spat on the ground.


Another thing I don't like is that popular kids think they have the ability to put someone down because they are "higher in rank."
Another example?
Glad you asked.
A real life experience?
Even better.

Let's say I'm talking to..."Jill." Jill is a really popular kid who I don't like and barely talk to because she's mean.
Jill walks by me while I'm sitting and walks into me.
"Oh look! It's Serena!"
(I look up at her thinking that she gave a really crappy insult)
"I'm just kidding, soraya."

Seriously. I know you know my name isn't Serena. I've heard you say my name for the past semester when we've had 3 classes together.

It's crude, it's rude and your targets can give a comeback if you really want one.

I don't like how people think it's socially acceptable to bring the dieting world into kids' lives.

You know, people are diet crazy. It's a given fact. But when this gets into a child's head...
you're asking for trouble.

Many teenagers and pre-teens are literally starving themselves, puking, going on crash diets or thrieving to be skinny. I'm not even saying thin, I'm saying skinny. The word itself. People are dying here. There are many things that have been heavily influencing why kids these days think this.

I know you have at looked into a Vogue, Harper's Bazaar, Elle, Nylon, Lucky, ect. at least once in your life. If you have the money for a computer and internet connection, I think you're able to read a magazine, or at least look at the pictures. Which is what everyone does, anyways. There are editorials and photo shoots with very skinny models to an unatural healthy. It's promoting the desperation for losing weight.

Runway shows that are not for plus size fashions only have skinny models. A lot of people in fashion have to watch these shows for their jobs. Most kids who want a career in fashion are more likely to through some sort of eating disorder.

Don't believe me? Fine. But coming from a kid, another key factor for this is the kids' parents. You know, the ones on the diets themselves? By calling yourself fat, parents, you are giving your kids an image of "fat" to them. And usually, their weight will be similar to yours due to genetics. What does that mean? They'll be "fat" as adults, too. And they diet.

If you are overweight or obese according to your doctor, then there is no need to diet.

Losing weight is from diet and excersize.

my angry rant about art people wanting to close polyvore down.

This is my first post. and I want to discuss something that's been really bugging me.
Polyvore, a site that I practically live on is threatened to be sued by some sites, such as DeviantArt, Flickr, and Etsy. The issue is regarding these people are complaining that the members of Polyvore are "stealing" their images without any credit.
What's my opinion? I personally believe this is stupid. Here are some of the facts these sites have all wrong:
•People can import w/out permission
actually, you can have the site's domain to request that Polyvore won't allow any uploading from there.

•people are stealing their images
We are not stealing your images. We're using them as backdrop/add-ons/parts for our sets. No one has said that they made the images. And there's proof to that, which is in the next myth.

•they don't give any credit
First of all, whenever someone clips an item onto Polyvore, you can see an information page on whatever was loaded. There is a section with a SOURCE to the SITE that it came from. I don't know how that doesn't count as credit. It goes back to the specific page it was from on whatever site.
Let's give an example, shall we?

from what you see on the info on a pair of sunglasses I imported, you can click onto the site link and it will go right to where it was from. AND if you lower the screen, you can see a more items from this site option.
That's advertisement for you AND others!
(I showed the more from thing a little above the related section so you could see it. sorry for the blurry image..

there's a petition to keep the site open and one to close it down. I haven't signed either one, because honestly, online petitions never work. It's sad, but true.

PLEASE: If you are a member of those sites, don't hate Polyvore.