Saturday, July 1, 2017

My Reflections on Summer 2017 Thus Far

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A quick summary...

  1. A lot of shopping. For bikinis, that I'm totally going to wear. During all that swimming at the beach I'm doing.
  2. A lot of driving, and a lot of compiling playlists. Me and my squad have been whipping in my Honda Civic every day. Sweet ride, right?
    Seems like every day we find another place half an hour away and end up in the car for 45 minutes each way. Because I keep making wrong turns.
    And lots of KFC, of course. It's our new alternative to Chick fil a, because not only are they closed on Sundays, but they hate gay people.
  3. A lot of eating. It's my favorite activity.

    Now we know where my bank balance went.
  4. I got hit on by a 28 year old man at Subway during my break at work. He started by commenting on the fact that he was at the bakery I work at (next door), and proceeded to ask me about my life, my age, and my first AND last name. Even after I told him I was 17, and he told me he's 28. So basically, I can never go to Subway again.
  5. We went to an abandoned insane asylum and got booted out real quick. "Get out or I'll call the cops!" Thanks, buddy. Sweet '98 RAV4 by the way.
  6. Found this cool hiking trail though.
  7. I went again just to discover X-Men is being filmed there and I can't go inside. Even though it was supposedly closing on July 1st and it was June 30th.
  8. Summer work, and actual work. Hearing about people's crazy exes at work.
  9. I hit someone's car. She wasn't mad, but she was talking shit about me in advisory.
  10. A lot of fucking around at random stores. Jordan's furniture, for example. I stole a tiny pencil.
  11. A lot of trying to go on adventures and failing miserably. Case and point: the insane asylum. We also tried to fuck around at a lake but parking was $8 so we left.
  12. Finding this cool bridge.
  13. Prom. It was the week before finals, and it was awesome. Even better because I went with the graduating senior class, so I didn't have to feel bad about my awkward dancing!

Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Having a Car in High School

Okay, so there's this stereotype that all the teen drivers out there are sponsored by their parents for everything except gas -- and they struggle to scrape together the money for it, always asking friends for gas money and asking for $5 of gas. And that friends are always leaving trash and dirty bras in their cars.
I'm here to prove that stereotype true (mostly).

While I'm not scrambling for gas money, I do think it's appropriate to ask friends for gas money. I've been legally allowed to drive friends around for a full week (there's this stupid rule in my state that you can't drive anyone else until you've had your license for 6 months), and it's summer, so I've been doing a lot of that. My friends and I have gone several locations to pass the time (and by that I mean fuck around and consequently annoy all the employees), including but not limited to: Jordan's Furniture, a lake several miles away from my house, the mall, Old Navy, and KFC.
Now, since being able to drive friends allows for a much greater range of places we can go, and a much larger radius of places we can go, we've been utilizing that. It's a newfound freedom. And given that we're driving farther, I'm using up more gas. It hurts when I'm filling up every week rather than every other. I drive a Honda Civic. That means I get 30 miles to the gallon, and I shouldn't have to fill up often. But driving 25 miles every day takes a toll on my gas usage. Especially when my passengers are disputing my music taste. You hate when I play the same 5 (amazing) songs on repeat? Tell that to my weekly gas bill.
I did the math, and I burn about $1 of gas for every 10 miles I drive. That adds up. Just check out this fencepost.

Gotta be the only time I've ever used those outside of school.
So, let's say we drive 15 miles on average every day for 5 days. That's $6. Okay, I was expecting that to be more. Where does all my gas go then?! (Exactly!) But my point is, people don't offer gas money because they don't even notice. In the back of their minds, they know my parents don't pay for my gas, but they don't care because they assume it's not that much and they don't see it that way. But the way it really is, is I'm funding all of our activities. Every time we go to the movies, the mall, or fuck around at some store, it's funded by yours truly. I didn't ask for that financial responsibility. It's basically like those fuckers that ask to borrow money and don't even mention giving it back, almost as if they never borrowed it in the first place. But I remember. Even though I knew they'd never give it back, I still hold a grudge for that $1 you borrowed from me two years ago. You know who you are.

And on top of that, people leave trash in my car and move my shit around.
So now not only are you borrowing money from me and never giving it back, I'm stuck behind the wheel on every adventure, AND I have to throw away your trash AND put my shit back in its original location.
See, I have this pillow that sits in my backseat. I thought it was a cute touch to a boring car. Though I will admit, that shade of muted pink brings out the dirt tones in my cushions. But anyway, people keep moving it around. If you're gonna lean on it, or sit where she's supposed to sit, you better fucking put it back. It's not there for you, it's there to look cute. Because who the fuck do you think puts it back every time you move it? When I just finished a very tiring trip to the mall, walking around for miles inside a heavily air conditioned steel box, and I just wanna get in my bed and recover, instead I have to get out of the car, go into the backseat, and move the fucking pillow. Thanks a lot.
And see, I don't keep trash in my car because I'm not a disgusting piece of shit. I have friends that have messy cars, with clothes and dog shit all over the floors, and that's fine, but that's a choice. I choose to keep a clean, sanitary vehicle. And you leaving a sticky old lollipop in the gap between the seat and the center console is destroying it!!! If there's one crevice that lollipop should go in...
My point is, that's disrespectful. Like that time my friend, who was at my house for Halloween, took my pillowcase that I sewed myself, and proceeded to use it for trick-or-treating. To put chocolate in. Right. I wouldn't be mad.

Shade? You decide.

Tuesday, May 2, 2017

8th Gen Honda Civic Review by a Spoiled Teenager!!

This is my car, the day I came home with it.

The original reason I fell in love with this car was the modern look, starting with the sleek exterior starting from 2006 (much more modern than its Toyota counterpart, the Corolla) and including the two-tier instrument cluster. I love the digital speedometer, the convenient brightness adjustment, and the headlight warning light (to let you know when your headlights are on. I've been guilty of forgetting to turn them off).

This car has little storage for bigger items, which is to be expected of a compact sedan like this one. I have just enough space for an umbrella, a baseball hat, and a few makeup bags. Other than that, my purse sits in the passenger seat and so does everything else. It's good in a way, because it keeps me from cluttering it up. The storage for smaller items, however, is ample. Plenty of room for those half-melted Chapstick tubes and runaway pennies. I mainly use them for parking meter quarters, my phone charger, aux cord, my phone, stuff like that. The center armrest (which is adjustable for short people!) has a good amount of space (as you can see, I have my Speak Now album along with Melophobia in there right now), but it has this weird felt stuff at the bottom? Not sure if the previous owner put that there, or if it's an original piece. I wish it was a two-tier storage system, but I understand that's not possible with the adjustable armrest. The glovebox is small beyond compensation.

Next we have the original stereo system. It features an aux port and CD player even in the base model along with a cigarette lighter port. The knobs are easy to find while keeping your eyes on the road and simple to use. The buttons feel high quality. This is an A to B car, so there are no fancy bells and whistles, but it does exactly what you need in a straightforward way.
The stereo system is geared to use a Sirius XM radio, which requires a monthly subscription which you pay for over the phone, which nobody would do and I'm not sure why they included it, but whatever. That's what the "disp" button is for apparently.
 This is the backseat. I stash a cute little throw pillow back there and a blanket in the trunk in case of an impromptu nap.

Some things that bother me about this car are the lack of cupholders and charging ports. There are one cigarette lighter and two cupholders for the entire car. Five people. There is no rear center armrest with cupholders on the LX model. Also, there is no trunk button on the key fob on the LX model, making it necessary to open the driver's side door and pop the trunk that way. Another thing, and this is just an issue with my particular car, is the rear seats are reluctant to fold down. Instead of pulling the release and simply walking around to the rear door and pulling the seats back, I have to get inside the trunk and push on the seats while simultaneously pulling the release. It's probably very funny from a third person perspective. Anyway, it doesn't seem stable enough to take a nap in there with the rear seats down unfortunately. I tried it and all I could hear was the constant noise of the fabric rubbing against itself.

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

12 Things I Want to do Before College

College is a time where you make new friends, have new experiences, whatever. But there are some things I want to do before college with the friends I have now, or even alone, just to experience them.

  1. Have my own car and take care of it. I want to have the experience of owning it, washing it, buying gas for it, getting maintenance on it, and making it my own.
  2. Sleep in a car or on the beach. And wake up to the sunrise, or the beautiful outdoors, or something like that. 
  3. Go to a drive-in movie like they did in the 50s or whatever. I think that would be a cool way to experience how people used to live, and be able to talk during a movie!
  4. Pull an all-nighter. I've done this before, but not for fun. I think if I did it with some friends, playing truth or dare or whatever kids do these days, that would be fun.
  5. Join a peaceful protest like the women's march and fight for what I believe in among a group of people who believe in the same thing.
  6. Participate in senior skip day. I think everyone pretty much does this, but I normally don't and I think I should.
  7. Have a picnic in a pretty spot on a trail or something and appreciate the beauty of the town I live in.
  8. Carve something on a tree, in wet cement, or write something on that bridge in town that everyone writes on. Just for the memory.
  9. Go to an amusement park on a rainy day and avoid the lines!
  10. Buy a lottery ticket when I turn 18. Because I can.
  11. Break into an abandoned building and walk around.
  12. Walk around a cute little historical town and buy knick-knacks.

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Why Having a Job in High School Sucks

I have had my job for about two months now, so I think it's fair to say I get what it's like now.
Over the summer, I had a job at a summer camp. At first, I felt like I didn't belong (read: My First Job: My Experience) but then I made a great friend at some point during the second or third week (who I'm legitimately still friends with). The job was pretty bearable and she made it fun. We spent days laughing over the cringey things campers did, and nights seeing PG-13 movies. Y'know, to get our maturity back after hanging out with five-year-olds for weeks. But I didn't realize at the time how lucky I was. I got 45 hours a week earning minimum wage ($10 at the time), so about $450 per week. After a few weeks, it built up and I had a large sum in my bank account. I also watered plants for people and fed their cats, babysat, the usual. It was overwhelming, but that paycheck made it all worth it. I started to realize that money is earned, not granted. But it was a good job. So I took it, and I enjoyed it. We even went on field trips every week! I didn't realize how good that job was.
Then summer came to a dismal close. Swimming started a few days after camp ended. Then it was three hours a day, every day until school started, when it was back to the grind.
Fast forward to the end of swim season. I aimlessly spent my days after school scrolling through Tumblr. I had no way to get around. Most people would use that extra time after school to go to friends' houses. But I had no license and no car. But in two months I'd have one of those things: a license. But still no car, unless... I got one. At first my parents promised they'd chip in a few thousand and insurance. All I'd have to pay for was $5k and gas/maintenance. So I got a job at a local bakery. My parents backpedaled into me paying for the whole car myself. I agreed under the impression that I'd be proud of it once I got it, and I'd be able to go places.
Now I work 15-20 hours a week on top of a 35 hour honors-level school schedule with six majors and all morning classes. Then add homework, SAT prep, and occasional things that might come up (doctor's appointments, chorus concerts, babysitting). Wait, where'd my friends go?

  1. Your parents expect you to pay for more stuff, on your minimum wage, $100/week paycheck, as you try to have a social life and go to the movies sometimes and save up for a car.
  2. Then they get mad at you for "working too much" and "not putting enough effort in to school work." You can only have it one way!
  3. It's so little income, saving up takes forever.
  4. Bosses are always mean to high schoolers. Some deserve it, but I'd like to think I don't deserve being yelled at for Kelly not replenishing the napkin dispensers like you asked her to. Or having a single fingerprint on the glass door. Oh no! Someone touched the glass door since I last cleaned it?!
  5. Then the same boss tries to talk to you about her personal life. I'm sorry, but after being yelled at for Jenny's mistake, I'm not too interested in hearing about how Jeff cheated on you with Sally back in the day. I know you peaked in high school. I don't want to hear about it.
  6. When customers spill their drinks and then ask you for a new one. On the house. As if I had that kind of authority. After cleaning up your sticky, 90% cream "coffee."
  7. When your coworkers suck or are in college. College kids can be chill, we just don't have anything in common.
  8. Your manager actually expects you to care. Yesterday I saw someone mixing the tea so it would be evenly dispersed when the customer drank it. Maybe I'm just jaded, but the customers can stir their goddamn tea themselves.
  9. When people talk quietly or have a thick accent and then get mad when you ask them to repeat themselves. I'm sorry I'm not fluent in mouse.
  10. The fear of your manager not liking you. If she doesn't like you, your work life will be even more hellish than it already is.
  11. The dreaded to-do list. This isn't my house. I don't care. This list doesn't make me want to do any of these things.
  12. Earning stuff on your own and watching your friends get handed everything. I'm working my ass off to save up for a car, and watching my friends get them for free is inexplicably infuriating. As if they did anything to deserve it more than me.
  13. When you do have free time, it's at weird hours and either everyone is asleep or you don't have that car yet and have no transportation. After a 50-55 hour week and many 13 hour days, I just want to go to my friend's house at 10 at night and watch a fucking movie. But I can't.
  14. Leaving the house at dawn and not coming back until way after dark. Many days I leave the house at 6:40am and don't come back until 7:30pm. And yet I only come home with fifty bucks. Sure, it's not nothing but for all that. You have to wonder if it's worth it.
  15. You could be babysitting and making double what you make at work. It's just that you have nobody to babysit. I wish I could make $15/hour like the good old days and people ask me why I don't anymore. Well... For my resumé, for college apps, for the experience, for the reliability... Shit I don't know.
Right. And now that I work at the bakery, goodbye wonderful summer job.

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

First Impressions/Review: Acrylic Nails

I got acrylics for the first time for cotil (my school's junior prom basically) and I thought I'd do a review.

As for getting them on, my lady was super nice and I had a friend come with me so it was a fun experience even though it took an hour and a half. I like that once they're done curing, they're all dry and there's no "is it dry? Is it not?" moment.

Here are some things that are hard with these nails on.

  1. Typing on a keyboard.
  2. Using my phone.
  3. Tying shoelaces.
  4. Picking things up, specifically cookies at work.
  5. Clasping a necklace.
  6. Putting on and taking off earrings.
Fast forward a couple weeks... Getting them off was a little painful, a lot of pressure was put on my nails when they were being taken off. She used an extra fake nail tip to pry them off, which was also a bit questionable. My nails soaked in acetone for about 45 minutes, which one can imagine isn't the healthiest for your nails or cuticles. And she didn't polish them afterwards, like a lot of nail salons do. I'm not mad about it though because I only paid $10 to get them removed.

I got tons of compliments, which was awesome, and I loved the way they looked, and I'm glad I got them once, but I don't think I'll ever get them again. My natural nails are ruined and look bad without nail polish, and the fake nails were too hard to do everyday things with and I didn't like seeing my natural nails on the underside. I also think the salon I went to wasn't the best, because of my nails being ruined and because all the nails were different lengths, they weren't painted very meticulously (which matters when you wear them for weeks!), and they put gel polish over the acrylic nails which I've never seen before. They were also really thick, which is normal for acrylics, but it bothered me.

After removal - as you can see I have a cuticle
picking problem (who doesn't?) and it got really
bad after I got my nails off because you can't
really do it with those nails. As for the damage
done to my nails, there are random ridges and
discoloration spots. They are also unhealthily
thin and brittle. if they grow even a little bit,
they instantly break.
I wore them for a little over 2 weeks. I probably could've gone longer, but my boss didn't like them and I was fed up with them too. My boss said something along the lines of, "I really think you should cut your nails. It looks like you can't tap the buttons on the cash register." But I told her you can't cut fake nails, so I got them off the following weekend.