Day 16: Dream house

 

 

I literally went on tumblr and search dream home and pulled the pictures I loved the most.  I’d love a bedroom like this if I had a few children so they could all share a nice neat space together.

 

Of course with all those children I need a large bathroom, and why not make it super classy?

I want a nice place where I cant sit and relax and maybe even just spend some time with my family.

This guest room would be for my brother and when he’s not there, I can just read until my heart’s content!

I just like the idea of this, an alcove on top with a beautiful spacious living room!

And I need a secret club house, of course!

 

Please don’t just become like everyone else

It’s 12:30 on a Saturday night and I can feel the impending doom of trying to wake up early for church tomorrow if I don’t sleep right now.  But sometimes I just need to write.  ….And a huge chunk of what I’ve just written got deleted…lets see if I can recollect my thoughts.  I feel like this is what always happens when I try to collect my thoughts at the dead of night.

What I wanted to say was something along the lines of the fact that I hate thirteen year old kids.  I know that this sounds so incredibly cruel, but please hear me out first.  The way I see it, twelve year old kids have it made.  They don’t care about much.  They wear flip flops in the winter and have swing competitions.  They read “The Clique” and most just do what they want to do.  They still get excited to participate in class and actually get excited when they’re called on to read.  But thirteen year olds..?

Thirteen year olds are a rare breed of human beings who lose this and suddenly become clones of one another.  Suddenly individuality is tossed out the window and everyone longs to just blend in, I know because I too wanted this as a thirteen year old.  First is the uniform.  Mismatched Mr.Potato head “outfits of the day”, as long as what you’re wearing has a brand name, you are good to go!  And the less you actually care about style or substance?  The better, just don’t let ANYONE know you shop at Walmart.

Next comes the makeup.  Oh Lord, the makeup.  If you see a petite girl with creased dark lines under her eyes, she is not trying out for the NFL.  Pinky promise.  She is trying to look edgy.  I still remember the girls who became goth in middle school.

After this comes the duck face.  If you’re taking a picture and look even remotely happy- you’re not doing it right.  The goal is to distract people from your actual facial features long enough for them to press like on Facebook.

I realize that even the nature of this article is petty.  And I’m poking fun at something that is at it’s core not that funny. It’s just that I hate thirteen year olds because I hate what I feel people become when they are thirteen.  So very desperate to fit in and feel secure that they become just like everyone else.

So to the thirteen year old who likes unconventional things, don’t stop, for anyone.  And if you like wearing brand name clothing and looking like a raccoon, don’t stop even for me.  Just please, don’t become like everyone else.