Monday, March 31, 2014

Good Friends and Bad Friends

I am a mediocre friend.
By "good friend" I don't mean "close friend," I mean a person who is a good friend to everyone they're friends with. I know I'm not explaining it well. You'll get it.

A good friend is the one who, on your birthday, makes you a Flipagram or decorates your locker or texts you "happy birthday" at 12:01AM. Good friends you try on bikinis with and sunscreen their backs at the beach, then they sunscreen yours. Good friends you want to hang out with alone, not just with the whole group. You don't worry if they secretly dislike you, because you know they don't. Good friends have met all your family members. You aren't insecure around them. You're not afraid to push their buttons and tease them about offensive things. You'll wear sweats and no makeup around them.

Friends you go shopping with. You try on skirts and dresses and jeans, but you're afraid to walk out of the dressing room half naked in a bikini. They forget about your birthday until the last minute, or don't make you a Flipagram because somebody else already did. You're cautious about sunscreening each other. You don't always want to hang out with them without the rest of the group because you're afraid it will be awkward or you'll have nothing to talk about. You occasionally worry they don't like you. You are insecure about the big things with them, but not everything. You are soft with the teasing. You'll wear yoga pants and a sweatshirt around them, with minimal makeup.

Bad friends go shopping with you, but don't try anything on. They don't remember your birthday. They think it's too weird to sunscreen each other. They don't want to hang out with you outside of school, but will walk with you from class to class. You often worry they don't like you, and are very self-conscious in their presence. You don't tease them because you're scared they'll take it personally. You have to look nearly your best around them.

I'm starting to worry I'm drifting from Good Friend to Bad Friend. I've stopped decorating lockers for birthdays because it's against school rules, as if it wasn't always against school rules. I didn't even buy a present for the last friend's birthday because it wasn't required for the party, yet nearly everyone else bought one. And the frosting I brought to that birthday... Very sugary and soupy.
I'm not an insecure person in general so I don't feel insecure around my friends. I try on bikinis in front of them. I tease them but worry they'll take it personally. I do worry about some of my friends not liking me. I only have a few friends I would invite over individually on a weekend. I was Instagram stalking my friends a few minutes ago, and I noticed that I hardly wished my friends happy birthdays after their parties. I received a midnight "happy birthday" text, and a Flipagram, too. I'm so lucky to have the friends I have, and I don't even appreciate them. I've never dealt out a happy birthday Flipagram. Honestly, I don't have enough pictures of my friends for that. Even if I did, I'd probably forget.
And as for my other friends' birthdays, I've sent out e-cards in the afternoon. Because I didn't remember during the morning.
So that's why I'm planning on making a Flipagram for every upcoming birthday. I don't want to be a careless friend, and I think that's what I'm becoming.

Saturday, March 29, 2014

Good Outfits Solve Everything

 
I'm doing the double topics thing again today.

You know how when you wear a new outfit, you feel 10x more confident? Or when you come up with a new outfit idea and on the day you debut it, you feel awesome? Well, a good outfit can solve things besides self-esteem issues. Going through a breakup? Got rejected? They served a gross lunch at school yesterday? Throw on a good outfit and your day will be instantly brighter, I promise. You'll feel happy and confident (or at least I do). Also, it doesn't just make you confident. It'll show them what they're missing out on!

Life update: Today I helped my dad shorten these yoga pants I got, and I want to tell you the story of my yoga pants. So last weekend, I went to Pink and bought some stuff, including yoga pants (remember my Bra Shopping post?). My yoga pants came on Tuesday afternoon (I had to order them because I'm smaller than the smallest size they have in-store), and I was all excited, but when I opened it up, I realized they sent the wrong one! So my mom called, and they said come in and we'll exchange it and give you $10 off. We went in and exchanged it on Wednesday, and the new one came on Friday. But of course, since I couldn't try on an XS Short in-store, IT WAS TOO LONG. Like, are you kidding me? I'm SMALLER than the SMALLEST SIZE. So I helped my dad shorten them, but they're a stretchy material so it was harder to do on a regular sewing machine. But we did it and they finally fit. All I can say is thank God that's over. Also, totally wouldn't have been worth it if I didn't get $10 off.

Thursday, March 27, 2014

I'm Obsessive & Beauty Gurus

I have come to the conclusion that I am  obsessive. Things I do that are obsessive...
  • I get obsessed easily. I am currently obsessed with New Girl (TV show).
  • I'm long-term obsessed with
    • Cats
    • My favorite bands (Nirvana, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Radiohead, Madeon, Skrillex, Madonna, Marina and the Diamonds)
    • Mint (anything mint. Candy canes, peppermint gum--NOT WINTERMINT and NOT SPEARMINT, peppermint-scented bath salt...)
  • I'm obsessed with makeup, but I'm not sure if it's long-term or temporary.
  • I used to be obsessed with Minecraft.
  • I'm definitely obsessed with phone cases.
  • I am OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder) about a lot of things.
    • My sweatshirt string (the one that goes around the hood). One side can't be longer than the other.
    • If I leave a drawer or cabinet open, I MUST close it again.
    • If my eyeliner isn't perfect or doesn't match on both eyes, I have to take it off.
  • I'm obsessed with clothes, outfits, and shopping.
  • I am obsessed with the things I hate. I know, it sounds crazy. But it's true. If I hate something, I have to complain about it. A lot. That's where my rants come from.
Now let's talk about beauty gurus on YouTube. I love them because watching their videos is entertaining (even though they don't teach my anything new. I already know everything they could teach me). But I hate some of them.
I won't target any specific beauty gurus because that would be "hating on" them, but some beauty gurus don't actually know how to use makeup.
I mean, I'll let it go if you choose the wrong foundation color. But if you don't know how to do winged eyeliner, can you really be a beauty guru? Believe it or not, some beauty gurus don't know how to do winged eyeliner.
Some don't wear ANY makeup on a regular basis. Some wear the same exact simple makeup in every Get Ready With Me video and every Morning Routine video. I know how you do that now. Do you need to show us 1000 times? As for the wrong color foundation, I completely sympathize. I know that you can never match your real skin color unless you buy your makeup in broad daylight, which most stores don't have tons of windows. That I get. But the other stuff? A non-beauty guru (me) can do makeup better than beauty gurus? I think that doesn't mean I'm good at makeup. That means the beauty gurus need to step up their game. And I don't want to see the same thing repeatedly.

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Types of Friends


Every group of friends has some of these people. Each person has a "thing," and that's what this is all about. These "types" have nothing to do with appearance, just personality. When I discussed this at the lunch table, one of my friends pointed out that it's unfair to categorize people like that. I disagree because it's true and it's not offensive.
Oh, and also, one person can fit into more than one category.
  1. The shopaholic. The friend who has a lot of clothes. Like A LOT.
  2. The cakeface. The friend who wears too much makeup. (ahem, me)
  3. The athletic/sporty friend.
  4. On Wednesdays we wear pink. The girly friend.
  5. The tomboy friend.
  6. ...Um... The shy friend.
  7. Speakerphone? Ha. The loud friend.
  8. The friends-with-friends-of-friends. The charismatic/outgoing friend. This person is friends with all of your other friends.
  9. It's all about what you wear. Or, not wear. This friend wears slutty clothes.
  10. The nerd. This person loves Harry Potter, maybe Doctor Who or Sherlock, etc.
  11. The smarty pants. This is who you turn to for math help.
  12. The cocky one. Too self-confident.
  13. The carefree one. Doesn't care about what other people think of them; very easygoing.
  14. The happy-go-lucky. This person is always happy. Rarely is in a bad mood.
  15. The sympathetic one. This person cheers everyone up when they're down. They always find a way to make light of the situation.
  16. The one who makes it weird. This person's head is always in the gutter. They make everything sexual.
  17. The funny one. This person always cracks jokes.
  18. The offensive one. We all say offensive things jokingly, but this person does it a little too often.
  19. The obsessive one. This friend is always obsessed with something. Always.

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Bra Shopping & People Who Wear Bad Bras

 
Sorry I missed posting Friday. I was at a party and by the time I got home, it was time to go to bed (not before watching several episodes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and New Girl of course).

So. What's going on in my life right now is: 10 minutes ago I painted my nails dark, dark red (dangerously close to black) and I feel powerful like a queen. I went shopping today with my mom and family friends. I got 4 bras, a pair of jeans (super flattering, omg, they're dark skinny jeans), a navy "never grow up" crop top (behind the words are flowers), and a pair of boot cut yoga pants from Pink.

I'm going to try to not get too personal with this, which may be a challenge for me, since I tend to share too much information (as in openly telling my friends which tampons I like), so let's just do it.

As you know, I bought some bras today. Summary: I bought 2 bras at Pink/VS (more on this later) which were a sports bra and a regular bra, then went to Forever21 and they had tons of cheap sports bras, so I bought 2 of those, and went back to Pink to exchange the sports bra and get a regular bra in return.
But that's not what I'm talking/complaining about.
When I initially went to Pink, they were way too... Touchy feely (as my mom would say). This reminded me of a quote from someone's blog, "the fastest way to get a woman's shirt off is to tell her she's getting fitted for a free bra."
The first thing they did was measure me. I went into a changing stall with the Bra Specialist employee, and she told me to put my arms up, and when I did, she put this ribbon tape measure around my bust and told me my size. She got me a bra in my size and as if the measuring thing wasn't awkward enough, she made me take my shirt off to "check the fit"! Like, no thanks! So I did of course because I am a pushover and I knew it was for my own good. She said, "it's okay, I do this all day" to make me feel better. So she brings me another bra and so on.
What bothers me is how annoying and complicated this whole process is. Can't they let me measure myself or something? Make me buy a $5 ribbon tape measure? I don't know, it's just stupid. I want to know what size is best for me, obviously, but I wish there were another way to find out what that size is.
On the other hand, at Forever21 I received zero help, which was expected, but I honestly could've used some help. And then, when I went to give the employees the ones I didn't want, she goes in this snotty voice, "next time, please hang it up." You think you can tell me what to do? Customers come first! I'm not helping you with your job! And what right does she have to use that snotty voice with me? Who says I'm not rich and will buy 1000 bras? She's the poor one who has to work to get money.

Onto another bra topic, people who wear bad bras. How hard is it to go bra shopping with your mom or sister? One of my friends still wears a training bra. I mean really. We are in the eighth grade, you need to wear a real bra. Her bra goes over the head! Huge red flag right there! It's basically a sports bra but it has zero padding or support. How are you supposed to feel confident wearing a tight shirt when you can see your pointy boobs?! And her mom. "Let her enjoy it while she can." But she can't! She actually needs a real bra! My first bra was even more realistic than hers! Or people who wear a real bra that doesn't have an underwire. Everyone's boobs are saggy to some extent. If you have boobs, you need an underwire!

The moral of the story is: bra shopping sucks; enjoy not having to do it while you can, but don't put it off if you need to get a bra.

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

I'm Happy


It is a fact that in general, I am a happy person. And now it's time for the story part of my post today.

As you might know (since people I know are the only ones who read my blog), there was a turning point in my life.
In sixth and seventh grade (I don't even remember about elementary school), I was pretty cynical and sarcastic. I think this is why I became friends with one particular girl who's sarcastic and cynical who's still one of my best friends (you know who you are!). Now to her I'm this happy person and she's this cynical person. I, apparently, am happy! I came to realize this when that particular friend told me this yesterday on our walk to math class. Then, later yesterday, my friend nicknamed me SpongeBob in her phone contacts because I'm always happy. It's funny because I didn't know I was such a happy person. I've always thought I was pretty sarcastic. I tend to comment on peoples' bad haircuts and such. I think that inside, I am a sarcastic person who tends to find the dark in everyone rather than the light, but I hide it well. However, hiding it made it come true. Ever heard the saying "fake it till you make it"? That's basically what I did. I faked being happy until I actually became happy!
My turning point was some time around the second quarter of eighth grade. I guess I just realized it's time. Being cynical isn't making me feel any better.

And now I am proud to say I'm a happy person.
But why? What makes me happy?
  • I am alive and not a zombie (I recently watched a bunch of zombie movies...)
  • Makeup is my outlet
  • I have two adorable, lovable cats so I never feel lonely
  • I have amazing friends (and family... I think. JUST KIDDING!)
  • I am not very insecure, I'm pretty comfortable with who I am
  • I do whatever the fuck I want, regardless of what other people think (to an extent)
  • I try to forget about the little things that bother me.
  • My friends make me smile, and they make me feel better when I'm down
You have to realize all the things you have to be grateful for. It could be worse! I mean, what if you were Buffy the Vampire Slayer? How hard would it be to balance vampire slaying, school, and a social life? How awful would it be to have all those people counting on JUST YOU to slay all the vampires? Okay, whatever. (I will admit I've watched 11 episodes of Buffy so far, and they're each an hour long.)

The message is: you can be happy too. Just try.

Monday, March 17, 2014

Wuv vs. Luv vs. Love vs. ILY

If your friend has ever done something really nice for you or said something really kind, you want to say something more than "thank you sooooo much," but what do you say?
You can say "ily" but that can be taken the wrong way. We NEED a word that means "love" but in a friendly way, not a romantic way. You wouldn't say "I love you" to a friend.

So I say we make a new word. You know how when you're using your cute-animal/pet voice, and you say "I love you," and it comes out like "I wuv you?" That's where I came up with that. Because you love your friends in the same way you love your cat (come on, we already knew I am a crazy cat teenager). You wouldn't date your cat (well, I might, but that's besides the point), but you love them in a you're-so-great kind of way. That's what "wuv" should represent.

Now as for "luv." This is something you'd say as an abbreviation for "Love, Julia" at the end of a letter or "I love cats" when you're texting your friends. You wouldn't say "I luv you" to your friends because it could be interpreted as a "can we date" sort of thing. You could say "I luv you" to your parents because a lot of people tell their parents they "love" them, so "luv" would be acceptable too. I guess you can replace "love" with "luv" in any situation, except for those that require "wuv."

Get it? Ok, good. Now if you are friends with me, you can start saying "wuv." Because my friends do a lot of nice things for me and sometimes I just need to express my gratitude in a non-creepy way.

Glad I got that post out there today, I was a little worried I'd be stuck doing another tag post, and nobody likes those (I think).

Saturday, March 15, 2014

Hypocrisy


I was thinking recently about how hypocritical I am on this blog. I always say "don't judge a book by its cover," and "no shame." Yet I post things like My Pet Peeves and People Who ____. By disliking people who do my pet peeves, I am judging them, even though I don't know them. Thus, I'm judging a book by its cover.
I like to think I'm not being a hypocrite by doing this, but I totally am. Even though I don't like it when people do certain things, I try not to judge them based upon that thing they did that I don't like. Let's say someone has a cracked phone screen. I will try to not judge them (as in thinking they're a bad person because they might be careless with their expensive phone) based on that. Although I will judge them if they are, let's say, mean.
See, I never said "don't judge" because judging is human nature. If someone does something bad, we will assume they're a bad person. But you should try to not judge someone based on one thing they did, whether it's bad or good.

Thursday, March 13, 2014

No Shame

Guidance counselor update: turns out my guidance counselor was out sick, and she came in today feeling like crap. I feel like a total bitch now. I wish I'd seen the note on the door my friend told me about.

I'm going to be continuing with the advice about judgmental society today (I just realized I've been spelling "judgmental" wrong all my life. I thought it was "judgemental" with an extra E).

If you've ever seen the hashtag #noshame, you probably know exactly what I'm talking about.
My definition: not being ashamed of yourself or your actions.

I love "no shame" because it's a great quote to live by. It kind of goes along with "don't care" because it has to do with not caring what others think of you.
A lot of YouTubers are bloggers skipped the weight question on the TMI tag. I told you my weight, no shame. I am not ashamed of my weight, and I wouldn't be ashamed of it even if I were underweight or overweight. If you think I'm too fat or too skinny, I don't care because I'm not ashamed that I weigh 97 pounds.
My brother pointed out that I must be insecure about my weight because I am starting to exercise. This is partially true, but I'm also paranoid about a lot of things, including gaining weight. So in other words, I definitely don't want to gain weight, but I wouldn't mind losing some. I am a little insecure about my weight, isn't everyone? I wish I were skinnier, like some of my friends. They don't even have to try to be that weight. Then again, if they wanted to, they wouldn't be able to gain weight, and I don't want that either. But I'm stuck with who I am anyway, so what choice do I have? I'm me, and I'm my weight, and what're you gonna do about it? So there. Don't fat-shame people and don't skinny-shame people, because you'll just make them insecure, which nobody needs.

Don't be ashamed of who you are, no matter who that may be. If you think you're overweight/underweight, own it. You can be insecure and not ashamed at the same time.

The moral of the story is: have no shame about what others think of you. Do what you want for YOU not because it will please others.

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Don't Let it Affect You

I'm switching back to posting every other day. I miss blogging often. :)
Before I actually start this post, I have a little venting to do.

We're having our guidance counselor meetings about course selection (for high school) this week and last week. Mine was today, third period. Initially, I thought, I get to miss part of French! So I basically skipped off to the guidance counselors' offices. (Not literally.) When I got there, my particular guidance counselor wasn't there. So I figured she'll show up soon. I waited and waited. By the time everyone else had their meetings and left, I got worried. I asked this random teacher if my guidance counselor was there. She said she must be, because her office door was open and unlocked. So I waited a few more minutes, and decided, Screw it, I'll have to do this another time. I wrote her a note. It said, Dear (insert guidance counselor's name here), I had a course selection meeting with you today 3rd period, 3/11/14, but I couldn't find you. -Julia Basically, I was trying to not call her out on forgetting/skipping the meeting. I really wanted to though. How irresponsible must you be to forget your student? And to make it even worse, I missed an important lesson in French. A project was introduced, and I missed it. Yay.


Okay, on with the post itself.
The moral of the story is: don't care. By this, I don't mean "I don't care." I mean "try not to care," but minus the "try." I want you to actually do it.
Whenever something happens to you, care not (if that makes sense). Don't mind it. Don't overthink it. Forget about it.
If someone makes fun of you, don't let it affect you. If someone thinks you're mean, who cares what they think of you? If you get a bad test grade, don't mind it. Things happen. Not everyone can make a connection with each other.
That's not to say "don't care about school and don't pay attention in class." I mean try your hardest and if you've done that, it shouldn't matter what happens.

There's 3 kinds of insults. The kind that hurts because it's true, and should be changed, the kind that hurts even though it's not true, and the kind that you don't let it get to you.
The third "kind" of insult isn't a type of insult at all. It's a state of mind. Use that mindset for everything negative that happens to you.

My friends told me today that some people from school found out about this blog. They thought it would bother me, because it would bother them. But no, I don't care. I'm thinking on the bright side. I do need publicity for my blog in order for it to be successful. You think I enjoy writing for 3 of my friends to read? I'd much rather have more readers. But I keep on writing anyway because I don't care. I care, of course, but I don't let it get me down.

People get bullied and commit suicide or transfer schools because of it. It happens a lot. The bullies are 90% of the problem, that's true. But the other 10%, that's the victim. They're letting it get to them. They know a lot of the stuff they're saying isn't true. And maybe their friends are doing the bullying. Those people clearly aren't your friends and should've ever have been. It's time to make new friends. Don't let it affect you, whether the rumors are true or not. It doesn't matter what they think of you, unless you want to be their friend, which you don't want to be friends with people like that.

Sunday, March 9, 2014

Exercise Sucks


We all know gaining weight is easier than losing it. Well, I've been "exercising" lately and I (obviously) don't see a difference yet. I started doing this on Friday.

My routine: 2 sets of
  • 50 crunches (in 2 sets of 25)
  • 10 push-ups
  • 100 lunges
(Plus whatever other exercise I may do that day, like swimming or running.)
My friends' and my goal: get bikini ready by summer! In case you don't know me in person, we aren't fat, just not totally skinny and runway-ready. We also don't want that fat bulge coming out of the bottom of our shorts.
My focus: thighs and core

So, we know exercising is tough and annoying. I've always been too lazy to actually exercise. This resulted in me being out of shape. So I'm going to do my "routine" every day from now on. When it gets too easy, I'll bump it up and double it or add 50% extra to each set.

In the meantime, I will tell you how much I hate exercising.
I am really bad at swimming and running. I went for my first run ever today, and though I didn't get as tired as quickly as I expected (swimming is apparently good for something), it sucked. I had to walk a lot of the way, and I stopped for a Hi-Chew break (it's a candy). I also had chicken nuggets. And to make it more annoying, my pedometer app crashed and didn't record the fist 2/3 of my run/walk. In the part the app recorded, I walked 6639 steps for 58 minutes and burned 101 calories. That's not even a chocolate bar! Are you kidding me?! All that for just 101 calories! And now my thighs are sore! And I'm going to have to do that every weekend now. Just great. I'm sure what I ate cancelled out what I burned off, too.
UGH. I'm so lazy, I really don't want to do this. But I know it will pay off when I am more fit.
I can't believe I just wasted my whole day on that. Some parts were fun, but my headphones kept falling off! That just made it that much more annoying.

If you're wondering, I'm calling it "exercise" rather than exercise because I refuse to tell people I'm exercising. So I tell them I'm "quote-unquote exercising."

Anyway... It felt like I haven't posted in ages, even though in reality, it's only been 3 days. Well, look out for a new post on Wednesday! I hope you can relate to this post.

Thursday, March 6, 2014

Dear Winter, Enough is Enough

Photo credit to guestofaguest.com
"Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it." -Russell Baker
To be fair, I got that quote off Yahoo Answers.

I've had enough of winter, as I'm sure has everyone else. As an inhabitant of a cold place, it's still freezing cold here. Oh, how I wish I lived in Hawaii right now. Of course, during the height of summer, I'm sure I'd say the opposite if I lived in Hawaii.
I've had enough winter. It's been winter for months. And months. IT'S ENOUGH! Why can't summer and winter be for equal lengths of time? Is that so much to ask? I guess it evens out though, because I spend more time away from school in the summer.
How did this outburst come about, you might ask?
Yesterday, I went out to lunch with my friends and we stopped at an (unnamed, for security's sake) expensive boutique. You know those Spandex-type shorts? Yeah, the ones that are basically spandex knockoffs. They claim to be "seamless" (though they're not) and one-size-fits-all. So we were at this boutique. Everything there costs $30 or above. Then we found the knockoff Spandex. My friend tried them on, and I was too lazy to try them on. But she proved they are one-size-fits-all, so that was all I needed to know. We both bought black ones for $12! It was pretty much a steal for that store. We're planning on wearing them under skirts or shorts (you know, the butt-bearing short shorts. It's like insurance). I used to wear this old pair of loose, black, cotton shorts under skirts, but they were annoyingly baggy. I like wearing shorts under skirts so I don't have to be careful about not spinning and having my skirt blow heavenward in the wind. Anyway, now I have a solution to sheer skirts!

FLASHBACK TIME. One day, I wore this awesome orange H&M skirt. I came home, and my brother instantly pointed out that he could see my underwear through them! I'd been wearing them like that all day! So I looked in the mirror, and it was true. Woops.

So... then I started thinking about skirts, I tried on my shorts with a skirt over it, and I remembered how much I love skirts. I miss wearing skirts! I am tired of wearing constrictive jeans! Jeans are so uncomfortable, I want to wear shorts and skirts again!
As I was thinking about shorts, I thought about my legs, and I decided to get fit for summer. It probably won't work in time since I'm currently so out of shape. So, I'm going to be doing minimal crunches and lunges (and maybe a few push-ups here and there). I'm hoping to get a better stomach and thighs. But I won't get to show off my new fit-ness until the summer, when I will get to wear cute clothes again!
During the winter, I always wear jeans and a T-shirt, plus Uggs or Hunters. During the summer, I wear shorts and a T-shirt, a skirt and shirt, or sundress, plus Keds, sandals, or flip-flops. You tell me which is more stylish (not to mention more comfortable)!
And, to make it worse, stores sell summer stuff in the winter, so during the winter when I buy summer stuff, I can't wear it until summer! How about you hold off on the summer stuff until SUMMER?

Sorry about all the skipping around topics.

NEW SCHEDULE! If you really like my blog, you probably won't like this. But now I'll be posting 2 or 3 times a week instead of 3 or 4 times a week. Previously, I posted every other day. But that can be inconvenient because I am on a swim team and have other things to do. So here's the new schedule: I will post every 3 days. So let's say I post on Monday, my next post will be on Thursday.

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Bus Selfies & Stories 5

Credit to Someecards for this meme.
Bus Selfies
People (mostly girls, I think) sometimes take selfies on the school bus.
You would think they would put their backs to the window and take the picture sitting sideways on the bus bench. But no! They stand up (you're obviously not allowed to, that's like bus surfing), rest their phones on the top of the bus bench's back, and take the picture.
This might be okay if they turned off the sound on their phones. But no. Their phones are poised in picture-taking position above your seat and you hear the camera "click" noise. What are you going to think?
Unless you look at their faces, you wouldn't know they were taking a selfie, not a picture of you.

When I was young and stupid (in other words, 6th grade), I didn't have an Instagram or any social networking accounts. So I most likely didn't know that people took pictures of themselves on purpose (believe it or not, younger readers, when I was in 6th grade, "selfie" was not a word). You see, when I was in 6th grade I was school-smart but naïve.
These two girls (I still remember who it was) had one of their phones poised above my bus seat. I hear the camera click, and I, being naïve, thought they were taking a picture of me. Being the smartphoneless nerd I was, I had my face buried in a book. I thought they must be taking the picture of me so they could show it to their friends and laugh at how nerdy I was. I went home upset about it (I'm not a crybaby; never was), told my mom, who told one of their moms, who looked on the girl's phone and there was no picture of me. So in other words, in my eyes, there was a 50/50 chance that the picture of me reading on the bus was on the other girl's phone.
Looking back on it, they must have been taking a selfie, but I didn't know that's what people did because I didn't have any social networking accounts. That was a very embarrassing day in my life, both at the time and looking back on it.

The moral of the story is: don't take selfies on the bus, because it can be misleading, unsafe, and unnecessary (you can just take your selfie in a different position! Is it the bus background that makes that position so popular for selfies?).

Stories #5
Speaking of the school bus... (insert flashback sound effect from Arthur) Yesterday afternoon, I was on the home-bound bus. I was sitting next to my friend. Before the bus started moving, I didn't hear the whole conversation, but I heard some 7th grader say, "...Some girl stuck a tampon in it!" The worst part is that his friend, who he was talking to, laughed along. How sexist! Who says a girl put it there?! And how does he even know what a tampon looks like? Oh, right, he probably doesn't. And he just assumed that's what it was. You think seeing tampons are embarrassing? Yeah, try sticking one up inside of you. So until you know what it feels like to be girl, don't comment on anything period-related. Even when you think only your friends are listening, just stay away from the topic altogether. After we hear this, my friend and I exchange looks. It's the "boys are so ignorant" look, combined with the default "we are thinking the exact same thing, aren't we" look. What annoyed me so much about this encounter was that this boy was telling his friends this as a funny story. How would you feel if I laughed when I saw your.. something embarrassing lying around? And it's not even like this was a used tampon! (It must not have been, otherwise they would've been a lot more grossed out.)

Sunday, March 2, 2014

My new business

**Disclaimer: I am half joking, if you actually want me to do this, I will, but so far I only have like 2 customers**

Manicure $5
Includes: Relatively simple ail art (such as flowers); I'll bring a nail file, cuticle cutter, nail clippers, nail polish remover if you don't have it, Q-tips (if needed), nail dryer, cuticle pusher, hand lotion, nail file, nail stripers and nail art pens
Does not include: Nail polish remover if you have it, nail polish* (base coat, top coat, and regular), intricate nail art
I will: Cut and/or push your cuticles (if desired), cut and file your nails, paint your nails, lotion your hands, remove previous nail polish (residue)

Pedicure $6
Includes: Same as manicures
Does not include: Same as manicures
I will: Same as manicures
I will not: Do foot scrubs

Mani Pedi $10

Intricate nail art +$1
Such as more than 3+ flowers, iPhone apps, hearts, etc.
Not intricate nail art (included in manicures/pedicures): stripes, dots

Business cards: Please ask me for one in person, as I want to make sure you know me in person. I do not want to give out my personal information to everyone on the Internet.

**If I bring nail polish, it is +$1