Day 143: Tragedy

     Rugrats day, overalls.
     I feel much better, thank you for asking.
     Today I watched The Pianist, which is a movie about a victim of the Holocaust.  I couldnt even believe that something that brutal could happen in real life.  Not even 100 years ago these events were occuring.  I was sitting there watching the film thinking this had to be a morid distopia made up in some morbid head.  It was too gruesome.  It happened though.
     In the same day, my father has me watching Saving Private Ryan.  Say a prayer tonight.

Day 142: Sick Day

So, this is awkward... i was sick today. What do I do now?

Day 141: Words

     Bro tank, running shorts, Vans, high socks, hat, lei.
     The spirit week this week is "Slime Time" where they bring all of the old fashioned Nickelodeon shows back to life.  Today was Rocket Power (skater/beach).
     Im reporting my dad for bullying.  Today he called me a fat lesbian.  Well, he technically did.
     Heres what happened:  I came home from a two hour swim practice and was telling my dad how I wasnt going to morning practice.  I may or may not have been simultaneously shoving cookies in my face.  He said that Im going to get huge if I keep doing that and not go to practice.
     Next, I got oout of the shower and put on sweats and a grandpa sweater and walked outside to where my dad was playing catch with my brother and told him that I wanted to go to the store with him.  He took a look at what I was wearing and said that he guessed he was taking his oldest son.
     I heard fat lesbian.
     While that my be me putting words in his mouth, I think its all about perspective.  Okay, I'm wrong, he didn't call me a fat lesbian, but I accused him of it, so SHHH, don't tell him I admitted defeat.

Day 140: The Reason Why

     Red sweater, black jacket, jeans, Vans.
     Why am I wearing a sweater and jeans when California got a tremendous heat wave? Couldn't tell you.
     The reason why I am so superstitious is because bad luck is entirely too real.  Is forgetting to knock on wood, throw the salt over your shoulder, or spin three times when you see a broken mirror or black cat really worth bad luck?  I think not.
     Saturday started like any other day.  I was with my sister and the conversation came up about how yes, I am on my third phone because two got stolen and one was a replacement, and I was saying how crazy it is that with all my bad phone luck how I haven't cracked the screen yet.
     Do you see where this is headed?
     Long story short, I left the phone on the car bumper and it kind of flew off in the middle of an intersection, was left there for a half an hour, and may or may have not gotten run over by 35 cars.  All because I didn't knock on wood.  Coincidence?

Day 139: Holiday

Jeans, yellow shirt, Vans.
Tomorrow is... A special holiday that isnt celebrated by all. For those of you who are celebrating, be careful. In all seriousness, please just be safe.

Day 138: Money

Jeans, purple shirt, sandals.
"Money doesnt buy you happiness".
Thats crap.
Money DOES indeed buy you happiness. Im not saying that excessivly wealthy people arent miserable, but when it comes to the upper middle class, money seals the deal. Our peers except something from us here: Relevance. If you stay relevant with your environment then you wont be ridiculed. Otherwise, youre screwed. Money doesnt just fall in your lap, and unfortunatly for me, Im too lazy to work for it most of the time. Which is a bummer, because the defenition of money is payment that results as a reward for human labor.
Whatever.
Ill just be broke and an outcast. Ill live! Its amussing how we have caste systems so openly in the upper middle class, like our own subsections. We need to get over ourselves.

Day 137: Vacations

     Flowy top, floral skirt, TOMS, sweater.
     Coming back after vacation is a big bummer.  Theres pretty much no happiness in the world when reality strikes.  For example, I know a girl who spent all of her spring break in sunny Hawaii and had the absolute time of her life.  She came back last night and woke up at 5:45am this morning to go to morning practice.  Thats awful, theres pretty much no reason to finishedoff the year, I would have no motivation.  Maybe we should just all not work and let the government run the country for us.  Oh wait, that sounds familiar, and look where we are now...
     Sorry, touchy.
     That is why Im glad I did nothing this break, I came back a little bit refreshed and I didnt have to wish I were where I was yesterday.  No goals, no disappointment.
     What is wrong with me?