Dear Department Store,

Get your act together, please.  Please learn how to have your clothing items properly labeled so that when I take something into the fitting room labeled 'small', it doesn't actually turn out to be a large.  Seriously.

Not only that, but sometimes you just don't carry my size period.  What is this supposed to tell me?  Do you think that girls who have my body size simply don't exist?  Fun fact: they do.  BLARRGHH.  How frustrating.  Apparently girls like me with this size in jeans and this size in bra simply do not exist.  I am in my 20s.  I am not a 12 year old.  I am not shopping in the 12 year old section.

Purple Shirts

Before anyone reads this post, please know that I do not, in any way, hate or disrespect any member of the LGBTQ community or its allies.  I do respect people regardless of their sexual orientations, and I am not trying to discriminate against them or anything like that.  I am not belittling the recent tragic suicides of those who felt life was no longer worth living because of their sexuality and society's discrepancies with that.  I am truly sorry for all of those individuals; and for those of you out there who feel that way for whatever reason it may be, know that it will get better.  I've been there too, and it does get better (even though it may take a while).  Hang in there.  I love you.  Many people do.

Real life plastic-faced barbies.

Since we're on break, I decided to take a trip back to our high school and visit some teachers.  Everything was all good and dandy with that ... but the students are something else.

I felt so utterly uncomfortable when I was around them ... they just look at me and I can feel them judging me.  Okay, so I'm a short brown girl with a huge (yet empty) backpack, rambunctious cackle, giant frizzy puffy hair, and glasses. --> NERD.

Whatever, I'd rather be a nerd than a skank.

Household Mathematics.

This is how math works at my house:

5 girls who eat all the time
12 glasses that are somehow ALWAYS DIRTY
0 usable forks because they're all dirty
3 pans; 1 usable pan
a bajillion other dirty dishes dispersed throughout the kitchen and family room
1 half sized portable dishwasher

After throwing some numbers around, we realize that either someone's gotta do their dishes or someone's going to get bitched at.

Breast Cancer Awareness? Please.

I'm sure everyone has seen that whole thing on Facebook where everyone who's a woman had changed their status to something provocative, like "I like it on the table" or "I like it in the closet" or something stupid like that.

And I'm sure that after asking around or talking to girls, people have realized that this whole thing is supposedly supposed to raise breast cancer awareness, since October is breast cancer awareness month.  Apparently women are supposed to post a status about (get this) the location of their purses.  This is connected to breast cancer awareness how?

Hello.

Hey, everyone.  Welcome.  If you enjoy (laughing at) overly dramatized stories, rantings, and strongish opinions, enjoy.  This is how I see things.  This is me.  A student in college preparing for pre-med (like every other brown girl), drowning in her RAAAGE!

I started this blog because I find that I have too many emotions in my mind to deal with, and I want to write it all down.  Maybe let others find out for themselves how a real human being reacts to situations.  Besides, my boyfriend is getting too tired of hearing all of it all the time anyway.

Right now, I'm living with 3 friends and a sister of a friend in a small, breezy house that is a mile away from campus.  Our circle of friends consists of almost everyone in this house and a bunch of other boys.  I am currently dating one of these boys; I also have broken up with one of them.  Those boys are all living together ... how awkward.  Our friendship circle has basically split up into two separate factions because of our living situation and because of the rift that I have thrown into there.  This is the major thing in my life.

I love my parents.  But I think they hate me.  Especially my mom.  She thinks I'm super trashy because I have my ears pierced more than 2 times.  It seems like everything I do, it just upsets her.  Lately, she found out about something that I intended to keep a secret (of course), and it pretty much broke her heart and made her SO angry.  She was disgusted and 'disappointed'.  I hate that, when parents get all 'disappointed'.  Oh, my family.

My past has even more ghosts and demons, concerning an ex boyfriend, some serious thoughts about life and the lack of it, and a bunch of killer waves.  Maybe I'll talk about them if I'm ever in the mood.

BUT until then, I hope you enjoy reading this and getting closer to me.  Welcome to my life of obscenely hilarious bad luck, dramatic and awkward situations, and the occasional happy happenings.

The universe is dynamic.  So are my ideas, so are my thoughts, so am I.  Who knows where this will go?  Maybe I'll keep on writing about things that tick me off, or maybe I'll just write whatever I want.  Who am I targeting anyway?  IDK.  Doesn't really matter.

DISCLAIMER:  If you are partially identified in this blog, know that although I probably upset or annoyed with you for the time being, it is not permanent.  These are my thoughts, and this is the honesty that I consistently hold back.  No real friendship can exist with true honesty.  I apologize for any problems this will cause (but only halfway, since it would be stupid to get into a fight over this).  I will try to be nice.

See you all soon.