Hallelujuah- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y8AWFf7EAc4.
i DEFINITELY didn't spell that right.
that is all.
colgate
Monday, August 25, 2014
Monday, August 18, 2014
counterparts
did you think i was a vivaciously popular girl when you first saw my blog? like, oh, she's pretending she's one of those teens who is lame and uncool and doesn't have a boyfriend when really she's awesome.
well, i am awesome.
but i'm not popular. nor do i have a boyfriend. *wallows in self-pity*
nooooooooo. i do not need a boyfriend to survive. but it would be nice for once to be a guy's FIRST choice rather than his thirty-first choice.
i wish i knew how to act when someone likes me. sometimes i wish i wasn't so outgoing and jumpy and dancy and fun. sometimes i wish i were subtle and secretive and seductive.
HA. yeah right.
so this year, when i blew out my birthday candles and when the clock strikes 11:11 and when i have an eyelash in my eye and the ONE time i found a four leaf clover, that's what i wished for.
i wished that i had someone who cared about me.
let's wait and see......
well, i am awesome.
but i'm not popular. nor do i have a boyfriend. *wallows in self-pity*
nooooooooo. i do not need a boyfriend to survive. but it would be nice for once to be a guy's FIRST choice rather than his thirty-first choice.
i wish i knew how to act when someone likes me. sometimes i wish i wasn't so outgoing and jumpy and dancy and fun. sometimes i wish i were subtle and secretive and seductive.
HA. yeah right.
so this year, when i blew out my birthday candles and when the clock strikes 11:11 and when i have an eyelash in my eye and the ONE time i found a four leaf clover, that's what i wished for.
i wished that i had someone who cared about me.
let's wait and see......
Sunday, August 17, 2014
and some teen writing too
i'm writing a book.
well actually, i'm writing about five or six, but since this one is really the only nonfiction one and the only one that relates to what this blog is about, I thought i'd share and excerpt from the book.
chaptah one is called "hypocrite. hypocrite. hypocrite! you're such a hypocrite."
one day, on the bus, i was talking to a group of people and we started discussing the age old talk about boys hitting girls and how it was so much worse than girls hitting guys. the boys fought, saying that girls get more pissed when guys hit them and that girls needed to know that guys were safe. one girl argued the polar opposite, saying that girls could hit guys and guys could hit girls as long as they had good reasons. she cracked me up. "gender didn't matter so much as stupidity."
finally the girl asked me point blank what i thought. i didn't know what to say. if i sided with her, i was going to be made fun of. if i sided with the guys, i was sexist and lying.
"i think that you shouldn't hit anyone." that was safe.
she frowned at me.
"c'mon, honestly. tell me."
"well, i guess it doesn't really matter to me. if they pissed me off, i might hit them."
all the boys groaned and we laughed.
the bus dropped us off at school and the other girl and i walked to the bathroom. we didn't intend to walk together, but we just did and we laughed a little when we got there. like, huh, have you been next to me this whole time?
when we got to the bathroom, we almost walked straight into two of the most popular ninth graders. (oh yeah, this happened last year) they were doing their makeup, which meant we lowly, unpopular girls must leave. they saw my glasses, my blotchy face, my oily skin. i knew one of the girls, so i smiled at her, but it was not returned. i was about to duck into a stall out of embarrassment when the girl from the bus spoke.
"do you guys think guys shouldn't be allowed to hit girls? like, is it worse for guys to hit girls than for girls to hit guys?"
i was speechless. don't talk to the popular girls and they'll leave you alone. the fourth wall hadn't just been broken for a class project which forced cooperation, it had been shattered for completely un-educational, selfish reason. this bus girl was actually curious what they thought.
GOD. WHY?
"guys can't hit girls or they'll break up with them. they're not stupid," the popular girl said.
"that's not fair. i think it should be equal." she flipped her hair and she turned and walked out of the bathroom, yelling thanks as she walked out the door.
the popular girls turned to each other and laughed.
"what the hell was that?" one of them said.
"did you see what she was wearing?" said the other.
they looked at me. i forced a laugh and shrugged my shoulders. i went into a stall and heard their laughs echo, echo, echo.
i felt crappy.
i was crappy.
WHY DID I DO THAT?
welcome to freshman year.
moral of the story: it will basically be the same for every story i tell you. don't do what i did.
xoxo--
colette
well actually, i'm writing about five or six, but since this one is really the only nonfiction one and the only one that relates to what this blog is about, I thought i'd share and excerpt from the book.
chaptah one is called "hypocrite. hypocrite. hypocrite! you're such a hypocrite."
one day, on the bus, i was talking to a group of people and we started discussing the age old talk about boys hitting girls and how it was so much worse than girls hitting guys. the boys fought, saying that girls get more pissed when guys hit them and that girls needed to know that guys were safe. one girl argued the polar opposite, saying that girls could hit guys and guys could hit girls as long as they had good reasons. she cracked me up. "gender didn't matter so much as stupidity."
finally the girl asked me point blank what i thought. i didn't know what to say. if i sided with her, i was going to be made fun of. if i sided with the guys, i was sexist and lying.
"i think that you shouldn't hit anyone." that was safe.
she frowned at me.
"c'mon, honestly. tell me."
"well, i guess it doesn't really matter to me. if they pissed me off, i might hit them."
all the boys groaned and we laughed.
the bus dropped us off at school and the other girl and i walked to the bathroom. we didn't intend to walk together, but we just did and we laughed a little when we got there. like, huh, have you been next to me this whole time?
when we got to the bathroom, we almost walked straight into two of the most popular ninth graders. (oh yeah, this happened last year) they were doing their makeup, which meant we lowly, unpopular girls must leave. they saw my glasses, my blotchy face, my oily skin. i knew one of the girls, so i smiled at her, but it was not returned. i was about to duck into a stall out of embarrassment when the girl from the bus spoke.
"do you guys think guys shouldn't be allowed to hit girls? like, is it worse for guys to hit girls than for girls to hit guys?"
i was speechless. don't talk to the popular girls and they'll leave you alone. the fourth wall hadn't just been broken for a class project which forced cooperation, it had been shattered for completely un-educational, selfish reason. this bus girl was actually curious what they thought.
GOD. WHY?
"guys can't hit girls or they'll break up with them. they're not stupid," the popular girl said.
"that's not fair. i think it should be equal." she flipped her hair and she turned and walked out of the bathroom, yelling thanks as she walked out the door.
the popular girls turned to each other and laughed.
"what the hell was that?" one of them said.
"did you see what she was wearing?" said the other.
they looked at me. i forced a laugh and shrugged my shoulders. i went into a stall and heard their laughs echo, echo, echo.
i felt crappy.
i was crappy.
WHY DID I DO THAT?
welcome to freshman year.
moral of the story: it will basically be the same for every story i tell you. don't do what i did.
xoxo--
colette
Saturday, August 16, 2014
why hello there.
WELCOME.
so, you, a young soul, decided while strolling along an everyday blogosphere that you would visit my blog. upon reading the title and the following blog description, you decided that, hey, this girl is humorous and cute. might as well follow her.
you made a very nice decision.
this blog is going to contain all my rants and raves about high school. i will tell all the embarrassing stories, the hilarious jokes and the dish on relationships. my only rule? NO NAMES. i'm not mean. after all, i'm only ANONYMOUSLY sharing people's intermost secrets.
ha ha ha.
but you guys can ask me any questions you want. i've got an electronic, fake shoulder to cry on...
there, there.
i've got a huge bucket of advice for you when you need it.
AND it's purple.
and i've got an awkward, semi-antisocial, quirky, unique brain to think through all your problems.
look at that brain. doesn't it make you giggle?
i will help you freshman (and any sophOmores that want it)! i have made all the same mistakes before and i will help you to not make them. or at least help you to not be filmed while dancing in an interesting manner. more on that later.
WELCOME TO FRESHMAN YEAR.
xoxo--
colette ;)
so, you, a young soul, decided while strolling along an everyday blogosphere that you would visit my blog. upon reading the title and the following blog description, you decided that, hey, this girl is humorous and cute. might as well follow her.
you made a very nice decision.
this blog is going to contain all my rants and raves about high school. i will tell all the embarrassing stories, the hilarious jokes and the dish on relationships. my only rule? NO NAMES. i'm not mean. after all, i'm only ANONYMOUSLY sharing people's intermost secrets.
ha ha ha.
but you guys can ask me any questions you want. i've got an electronic, fake shoulder to cry on...
there, there.
i've got a huge bucket of advice for you when you need it.
AND it's purple.
and i've got an awkward, semi-antisocial, quirky, unique brain to think through all your problems.
look at that brain. doesn't it make you giggle?
i will help you freshman (and any sophOmores that want it)! i have made all the same mistakes before and i will help you to not make them. or at least help you to not be filmed while dancing in an interesting manner. more on that later.
WELCOME TO FRESHMAN YEAR.
xoxo--
colette ;)
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