Girl Code

let's talk girl code

Recently I have been asked to spell out the "girl code" for one of my favorite guy friends, and knew right away it would be post worthy (if right away consists of sitting in front of my computer with some minor writers block).

So Chum, just for you here it is:

#1- If your friend cries over a boy, she has dibs. No ifs, ands, or buts, once tears have been shed it's over. The feelings she has for that boy will result in jealousy if you try to date him. Sisters before misters, that's just the way it is.

#2-If you say you won't tell anyone, your best friend does not count. She knows everything, that's why she's a BFF. That does not mean that she can go gallivanting around sharing things to other people, these things are still top secret, a best friend just makes them easier to handle.

#3- You are not allowed to diss on your friends boyfriend/boy toy, you may politely agree if she is dissing on him, but you yourself do not get to join in. She still likes him and you criticizing him is going to make her even more upset.

#4-You may not diss on your friends mom. Same rules apply, she still loves her mom and you have to listen to her complain, but your criticism is only going to result in her being upset with you.

#5-If your friends boyfriend is cheating on her, you have to tell her, even if she will be mad at you at first. In this instance rule #3 is voided.

#6-Every girl is only permitted one "love of her life" at a time. She can have other boyfriends/crushes, but "the one" has to be limited to one. She has dibs on all texting, hugs, and other cute gestures from this "love of her life".

#7-"Girls Night Out" is for girls only. No boys are to be invited. They can be texted though, we have to keep it interesting.

#8-If your best friend hates someone, you hate them to. You don't have to be rude to them, but you can't be hanging around them all the time either. Your best friends judgement should be important.

#9-If your best friend is doing the wrong thing, tell her! Even if it's going to sting a little. Odds are even if she blows you off, she's going to take into account what you said. Changing is hard, and so is admitting you're wrong, and people don't like to hear they need that, but sometimes it's a must.

#10- Never let a friend leave the house in something that isn't cute. Don't be rude, but don't let her embarrass herself either.

#11- Never buy an article of clothing knowing that another friend owns it. Don't take her fire, if she bought it first then she has dibs, find something else.

#12- Don't knowingly match outfits, it's weird. Plus it allows people to compare who looks better in it which is never a good thing for girls.

I'm sure there are tons of other rules to the complex girl code, but this is a good foundation. There will always be exceptions in certain instances, but for the most part, these rules must be lived by in order to be liked as a girl.

Where I've been

It's been awhile.

I could think of many good excuses about why I haven't posted such as:

1-My fingers were eaten by sharks and I couldn't type

2-My extremely communist government banned blogger for 3 months due to "security problems"

3-I got trapped in Russia and wasn't allowed to leave until now

4-I was hit in the head by a giant piece of hail in a hail storm, and became illiterate, unable to post anything.

5-I was so busy planking and coning I didn't have time to post. (so 2011)

6-I was so busy land sharking I didn't have time to post. Don't know what land shark is? It rocks, just google image it.

7-My computer system was hacked by genius chipmunks.

However, if I were to tell you any of these things,  it would be dishonest.

I could tell you that I've been too busy, but I hate it when people use that as an excuse. You're not too busy, you just don't want to. If you want to you would make time.

Cut and dry; I just haven't been motivated to post, and yes I have been a little bit busy and a little stressed sometimes, but stress is just a part of life, and I realized writing helps me deal with it.

I was talking to one of my best friends and she asked me when I was going to do something for me, and I got confused, I do all sorts of things for me! I'm and FCCLA state officer, and that's a blast - for ME, I get good grades so that I can go to college, I have a job so that I can put gas in MY car, everything I do is for me. In a sense I was right, I do things for me, but it wasn't until I sat down and wrote an oratory for my debate class that I realized what she meant by doing something for me.

Nobody else benefited from me writing my debate piece, if it was terrible it wouldn't have disappointed anyone nor would it have caused any problems for anyone. I wrote it and I wrote it and I wrote it well because I wanted to, because I love to write and it made me feel good.

The topic was how all teens are misunderstood. Which is something that I think our society ignores a lot more than it should, between our cliques and our designer jeans we judge each other, and don't usually bother to look past that. When you really get to know someone your perception changes.

Once I hit that save button on my frustrations about high school, I had a peace of mind that I hadn't felt in awhile.

I had just done something for myself, and it felt great.

I realized that I'm happiest when I set aside time to sit and write, and it was time to start blogging again.

We all need to have something that we do for ourselves, not just something we enjoy, but something that we love and that doesn't really affect much except for how you feel. Mine is writing, and yours might be painting your toes, or doing back-handsprings. What ever it is, find something that makes YOU feel like you!

My Friend Makes Me Sick

I have this friend, who lives 5 hours away in the lamesauce state of Idaho. (I just don't dig the place, sorry if you do)

She always manages to make me sick; and no, she doesn't pass it to me, she's never sick, I just get sick from hanging around her I swear.

Like full blown, have to go to the doctor and have him give me some drugs sorta sick.

The first time it was just a really bad cold after a trip to Lagoon, then it was strep throat, and after hanging out with her today I have a headache and at 7:30 pm I'm already exausted and ready for bed.

on this day, the ginger gave me strep throat.
She didn't pass it to me, she never had it.
I still blame her.

Don't ask me how she does it, becuase only once has my sickness been mutal with hers.

Her name is Hayley, and shes a ginger.

I have come to the conclusion that she makes me sick my sucking out my soul, because as we all know gingers have no souls.

She just has to steal mine.

I guess I can learn to be okay with that.

(Also, don't ask this girl if she has bacon for breakfast, she's a vegitarian and I promise it will be awkward)

First World Problem of the Day

I have a serious problem here people.

I am no longer in possesion of a working smart phone, you can read why I don't here.

Which means, I don't have a camera 24/7, and let's face the reality of this situation, I'm too lazy to start carrying one around.

I'm sure your wondering, doesn't my phone have a camera?  Yes it does, but the pictures look terrible once they upload because it's like 2 megapixels.

I love to write, but I have been told no one wants to read something without pictures to look at. (I really don't understand, but I love to read)

Someday, when I have enough life savings to buy a new phone, my blog will be filled with lovely, edited photos, but my dear friends and followers, that day is not today and I apologize.

It's sad really how much our society, myself included, relies on smartphones. FCCLA nationals, I went to workshops on how to use those fancy little QR codes, but could I participate, nope because I don't have a smart phone.

I thought I had gotten over it at nationals, and then we had a Sunday School lesson using QR codes. A SUNDAY SCHOOL LESSON ON SMARTPHONE USAGE. The missionaries taught this lesson, missionaries can't even use cell phones for the 2 years they are serving missions. This just seemed odd to me.

Because I don't have a camera here is a picture of some cherries I found on the internet. I'm onto those of you who just look at my pictures, this will throw you off.

becuase who doesn't want to look at these
they're red and in a metal bowl.

I may be the world's worst driver, but I'm a liscenced one!

I'm the first to admit that I'm a terrible driver.

I usually learn things quite easily, school work is a breeze, straight A student; but you put me behind the wheel of a car and I become frustrated, and frustrated quickly.

Today, I took the test to see if I should be allowed to drive unsupervised, and guess what!

I passed!

Am I still the worlds worst driver? uhm yeah.

See you have to get above a -21 in order to pass.

Moi here, got a -20. That's like a D- on a test, I have never been so happy with a D-.

The teacher sat and told me how concerned he was about my driving skills, and how I could get seriously hurt if  I continue my driving habits, but I PASSED!

No more mooching rides, no more sitting at home bored, no more having to wait for my mom to go to Wal-Mart.

I am a free woman, a dangerous free woaman according to the instructor, but still a free woman.

Word to the wise, stay off the sidewalks :)

Play Monopoly they said, it will be fun they said.

My friends and I had a sleepover last night.

We decided to start a board game at around midnight, we were tired and crazy.

This board game was Monopoly, only the cheesy farm version, known as "Farmopoly"

Collect $200 as you pass "grow"
Seriously how cheesy can we get here?

I was kicking trash, I not only did I own Ei-Ei-Oh Silo, but I was also in possession of the irrigation company, and 3 of the farm equipments.

My friends are insane and insisted on pelting me with the dice every time it was my turn, just because they thought I might win.

I landed on the "free manure" space. There were several hundred dollars in the middle, my friends were ticked, the money went flying.

They had the nerve to steal my money, mine, I landed on that space fair and square and just because they didn't they had to start cheating.

I may or may not have tipped the board over when they started stealing my cash. (I may or may not have overreacted a wee bit)

Needless to say, it was the shortest game of Monopoly I have ever played, obviously I demanded a rematch for next board game night.




my philosophy exactly

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Also: I dyed my hair purple, it's pretty legit. My bangs and underneath, but you can't really tell in pictures see:

(check out my British flag shirt, $10 at Wally World, Heck yes!)

It will only last for about 2 weeks according to the box. My mom hates it, my dad hasn't seen it yet, this should be interesting.



Make it BIG.

School schedules are out.

This is a bittersweet moment.

I love school, I really do. I am excited for my Junior year, pumped, ecstatic. (terrified, unprepared)

Summer is good too though, and well, if  I keep going at this rate my bucket list isn't going to be finished.

 Not being ready for school to start has very little to do with school actually starting, and whole lot more to do with school ending.  I only have 2 years left until college, and I have to make some major decisions.

I take the ACT this fall, and then I can start applying for colleges.

My grades really matter, and anything extra curricular I do is documented to put in a portfolio for applications.

I have to choose where I want to go, and even bigger than what school I choose, I need to decide what career I shoot for.

I always thought I would have some big job, at a big city firm, in journalism or public relations, but the closer I get to that the more I wonder if it's what I really want.

As I mentioned above I love school, which makes me wonder, would I love to teach?

The fact of the matter is that I don't know! I don't know what is going to make me happiest.

I had a Sunday school teacher who said one time, "usually our toughest decisions aren't between good and bad, but good and good, and we have to decide which one is better for us."

I still have a few years to figure it all out, and it's exciting! In the mean time I want to enjoy high school, but big decisions are a part of the experience, for all of us.