I know I'm a teenager, but......

I know I'm a teenager, but teenagers piss me off sometimes. There's only so many things our contemporaries are worried about: drinking, drugs, "getting some," and gossiping. It's more of a general statement, but pretty much every person you know is worried about one of these four things.

 I'm just wondering when people are going to start worrying about things other than themselves. The world revolves, but it doesn't revolve around you. There's what, at least 6 billion other people in this world, and you can only think about yourself? You don't need to worry about who's dating who, or who made out with who last weekend. What she wore at that party. Everything like that.

What about all the people who need help in the world? Does that ever cross your mind? Because it crosses my mind all the time. I have plans for my future to do everything I can to help people. I'm determined. But all you can think about is how drunk you're going to get this weekend. It's a shame, really. When are you going to stop only thinking about yourself and open your eyes to everybody else in the world?

Sincerely,
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Confidence? Not anymore.

So today was the day for parent teacher conferences, which are usually fairly good for me. Most teachers don't hate me, I'm not doing terrible in any classes. So I figured they'd be pretty good. Well my parents got home (it's their anniversary today...) and they weren't the happiest to say the least. They think I could be doing a lot better than I am, which I'm doing perfectly fine for how hard it is. My dad said, "Courtney, I'm proud of what you're doing,must I just think you could do better." never good enough for you mom and dad, am I?

But my math teacher, whom I dearly love, said that its like all my math confidence has been sucked right out of me. Well, I hate to say it, but it's true. And I know who to blame that on; the teacher that everybody thinks is the sweetest lady ever, who's been teaching at my school for 30+ years. My old geometry teacher. She constantly threatened to move me out of honors and always made me retake my tests. So I felt like I wasn't good at math, and I can honestly blame that woman. So math confidence is no longer present within me. Thanks.

Sincerely,
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...you're kidding me.

Imagine the situation: you met a new guy a couple weeks ago. hes cute. hes tall. hes nice. hes sweet. everything like that. then this week (more so tonight..) you decide to hang out at the dance that just happens to be at his school! great right? so you get to the dance with your best friend, and you can't find him (probably because I'm so short I can't see over people..). so you text him up and ask him if he's there. well turns out he's there on the dance floor. you make your way around, dancing, so you dont look like a total outcast, and then you see a tall guy. he turns around and then BAM! it's him. your best friend leads you over to him and he looks happy to see you. you start dancing and talking and smiling and all that fun stuff. and then a girl from your school comes over. and she starts talking to him. and won't leave. so you awkwardly stop dancing, slowly, and graudally walk away thinking, "...you're kidding me." and feeling terrible. oh the lovely high school life.

sincerely,
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Old people are what make the world go round.

So today my service class walked right over to none other than our neighbors, via christe. I take my first steps in there and it is just the cutest little place ever! There's a little bar, an ice cream parlor, a workout room, and a little beauty shop. Just the definition of adorable. I walked last this lady and smiled and she said, "were so happy you ladies are here, you cheer us up." and at that point my heart just melted. Why are old people so dang cute?!

After talking with some older ladies, one of them being 101 years old, I decided that this is where I will probably be spending some of my frees this year. Old people are what make the world go round, they're just so full of wisdom of everything in life, and I greatly appreciate them.

Sincerely,
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Guess we were wrong.

Today at lunch I was telling people how confident I was in believing that today would be volleyball conge for jv. Everything added up wonderfully: one hour practice, the freshman swingers were required to be at practice, and th varsity swingers had jv practice. We don't have practice Thursday, and varsity swingers have varsity practice Friday. So it seemed fit for the occasion. By the way, varsity conge was yesterday.

The whole team was in high hopes for this practice to be quite breezy... Only to have practiced the whole time; with no conge. Our lovely coach (I say lovely with COMPLETE sarcasm) probably thinks we don't deserve it. Which we totally do. We ran over a mile at practice yesterday just to please her little witchy (replaced with a b) self.

We can only hope right? But I guess we were wrong.

Sincerely,
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I guess this is it...

well yet again, i have a british literature essay to do. this time, over no other than Pride and Prejudice. esay enough because it's a good book, right? wrong. completely and utterly wrong. maybe it would have been helpful if i had actually read the book... other than the 3 chapters dantron read in class..whoopsies. I was too busy trying to live a teenage life. live? maybe thats not exactly the word. felt more like dying. doing numerous math problems that made my mind go blank, looking at chemistry models that fly right over my head. and not to mention doing a project for lovely old opinionated hair. (its not hard to figure out who that is...)

i guess i should actually try to figure out what im doing for this essay, other than sitting here contemplating whether to put if off until tomorrow, which turns into the next day, and the next... until i have to do it the night before. so here goes nothing.

i guess this is it... screwing over my second quarter grade when the second quarter has just started today.

Sincerely,
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Society? Screw their ideas.

This past week I've been struggling with the way I look. Feeling like make up is a pure necessity and not being able to leave the house with out attempting to look perfect. Seeing these stick thin volleyball players eat like there's no tomorrow, but never gaining an ounce. Going shopping but coming home wanting to starve myself because clothes just don't fit how I want them to, or look how I think they should look, more so society how society thinks they should look.

So this is me saying screw what everybody else thinks about how I should look. I'll look how I want to, and I'm beautiful despite if I have make up on, or my hair done. Im beautiful in every way, because the size of jeans I wear doesn't define me or who I am.

Let go of your insecurities and just be yourself.

This is what's going to help me through: http://theloveyourselfchallenge.tumblr.com/

Sincerely,
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(but it's a positive thing)

I've been sitting here for awhile now...

Last Friday night, yes, I did just quote a Katy Perry song, but by no means was my Friday night like the one in the song. It was a lot better, and I was sober, just throwing that out there. My best friend, ginger snap, and I decided to go ice skating, like we used to in 7th grade. We planned to meet up with a friend of ours there, hoping he'd bring some of his cute friends ;) (what can I say, it was the first time I'd put make up on in awhile, and it wasn't going to go to waste.) we thought the plan was to meet there at 730.. There was a slight misunderstanding. Je oy didn't show up until 9. Ginger snap wasn't too happy at this point in time, so we took it slow going outside to see them. Ice skating wasn't even a possibility at this point anymore. We walk outside. I was thinking, "I've been sitting here for awhile.." and as I look up and see Je oy and this mysterious friend of his. And then I thought "which is totally okay." because Jey oy's friend was... Oh he was something else. He was absolutely adorable, not in the "awwwh that little puppy is so adorable!", but in the oh-you-are-just-so-cute-and-adorable,-come-home-with-me. That kind of way. Je oy introduced us, I'll call him mm boy. At first he got ginger snap and I mixed up, so I commented "mm boy you got us mixed up!" and he replied with "haha oh my bad" with this cute smile that lit up the nearly blackened night.

Mm boy, please don't be like other guys.

Sincerely,
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