All my life, all my 12 years, I've been known as "Alex's little sister." And it sucks.
My parents, my teachers, my brother's fellow 9th grade students, all know me, no, not as Erin, they know me as "Alex's little sister."
Too many times I've gone into classrooms that my brother once learned in, hoping that I can make a person out of my own, and I get asked. "Oh, so you're Alex's little sister?"
And too many times, I've had to answer, "yes."
And TOO MANY TIMES at parent-teacher conferences, I've had my parents been told
"Gosh, your kids are as different as night and day!"
And TOO MANY TIMES, my parents have had to reply "Yes, they are."
That's probably what I hate most. People always compare me to Alex, but we're nothing alike. He's shy, cocky, overconfident, has good eyesight, has blue eyes, never speaks to anyone he doesn't know, does what he's told, he's a hippie hater, and is a violinist.
I'm outgoing, have low-self esteem, I have the eyesight of a bat, I have been told [TOO MANY TIMES] that I have the eyes of a dark chocolate candy bar, I always talk to random people I see, and I always rebel and don't listen, I am a pureblood HIPPIE [without the whole "doing drugs" part] and I play the clarinet.
Do you see ANY resemblance? ANY AT ALL?
Well, there are maybe a few things that are alike about the 2 of us.
For one, we can both sware like sailors at times. And we're both conservative in political views, and we both agree that global warming is a plot for financial gain [which it is]. We both eat like pigs and we both stole my mom's blonde hair while we were little kids. And we both agree that our parents can make no sense at times.
Most of the time, I feel like I'm living in Alex's shadow. I'm expected to get perfect grades and be first chair in band class. And it hurts. One day, I'm almost positive I'm going to hear "Why can't you be more like Alex!?" And from my one set of grandparents, I already have.
I feel it's a good thing that I'm taking a totally different pattern of life then he is. I'm joining drama club and doing photography, while he's listening to political radio shoes and playing computer games. My accomplishments have shown a huge difference. My grandpa cried when my mom showed him my 2nd AGMA Assignment, and my mom cried when I showed her my first stopmotion, Here Comes the Sun [even though it sucked butt]. But still, I feel like its nothing compared to my brother's accomplishments, and that mine are shabby and pathetic compared to his.
He got into an advanced orchestra group for school that you have to be asked to join. I got into a modeling academy on YouTube for dolls that you have to audition and be accepted into.
He got 1st chair violin [and kept it through the whole year, no one dared challenge him] and I got an A on my 1st band quiz.
Do you see the difference?
I do.
~Erin~
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Saturday Means School on Monday
NOOOOOOO!
I hate school. I always have, and I always will. On my first day of kindergarten, the happy-smiley little Erin skipped to school in a plaid dress and ridiculous pigtails that her mom forced her to wear. SHE was excited to go to school.
Yeah, well she's gone.
Maybe I hate school because of all the judging going on there. Especially since I'm in middle school, the judging goes on faster then a cheesecake served at a birthday party.
People look at me and they see:
Tall girl. Shoulder length-reddish blonde hair. Beatles tee-shirt. Brightly colored skinny jeans and a pair of converse.
DING DING DING DING DING.
Beatles tee shirt. That is the ONE THING that marks me as hippie. I like the Beatles, I wear peace signs, and I want world peace. Got a problem with that?
People listen to me and they hear:
Loud girl. Never shuts up. Isn't afraid to stand up to teachers and other adults about what she feels. Often in trouble for talking to other students.
They think: Independent. Has her own mind.
Well, that's good. But since people have the wrong idea about hippies, they just add it to the hippie assumption.
My mother wants me to change. She wants me to be more liked in school and not be a hippie.
The thing is, I DON'T WANT TO CHANGE.
I like being a hippie. I like being assumed that I belong in the 1960s, because I do.
And. I. Don't. Give. A. Crap. If. I'm. Popular.
Sure, it bugs me that people judge me and hate on me because of my hippie-ness. But I like what I do. I don't mind walking down the hallways singing Yellow Submarine with my best friend and getting all these strange looks. We're having fun, and if the people of this society can't understand that fun isn't always going on a date or texting your "bestie", then they can all rot and burn at the curb for all I care.
Jenna and I love being judged as "the weird girls". Earlier this week, I got tagged on one of those Animated Facebook pictures as "the one that's up to know good." And when I asked why, I got the answer:
"Erin, think. When are you ever up to something good?"
And instead of protesting, I said "good point." Because that's the truth.
I still hate school. But I'm looking forward to content-area reading. My brother had to take that class and the teacher was one of the biggest liberals in the school. She believed in global warming and all that crap, and my brother didn't be a stranger and he protested against it, and usually proved her wrong. I'll bet the teacher will recognize the last name and remember me. I can't wait to prove the teacher wrong. HAHAHAHAH.
It was actually pretty funny. At the beginning of the summer, my brother went to this orchestra camp that his school offered for advanced orchestra kids. His orchestra teacher does NOT like him, because he's a boy and he's a good violinist. She's sexist against boys is what I'm saying. So she hates him. When we went to go to the concert at the end of camp, my parents started talking to the teacher and she kept giving me looks like "There's TWO of them?!?" And I had to laugh.
What will my reputation hold this year? Monday, August 30th will unveil the answer.
~Erin~
I hate school. I always have, and I always will. On my first day of kindergarten, the happy-smiley little Erin skipped to school in a plaid dress and ridiculous pigtails that her mom forced her to wear. SHE was excited to go to school.
Yeah, well she's gone.
Maybe I hate school because of all the judging going on there. Especially since I'm in middle school, the judging goes on faster then a cheesecake served at a birthday party.
People look at me and they see:
Tall girl. Shoulder length-reddish blonde hair. Beatles tee-shirt. Brightly colored skinny jeans and a pair of converse.
DING DING DING DING DING.
Beatles tee shirt. That is the ONE THING that marks me as hippie. I like the Beatles, I wear peace signs, and I want world peace. Got a problem with that?
People listen to me and they hear:
Loud girl. Never shuts up. Isn't afraid to stand up to teachers and other adults about what she feels. Often in trouble for talking to other students.
They think: Independent. Has her own mind.
Well, that's good. But since people have the wrong idea about hippies, they just add it to the hippie assumption.
My mother wants me to change. She wants me to be more liked in school and not be a hippie.
The thing is, I DON'T WANT TO CHANGE.
I like being a hippie. I like being assumed that I belong in the 1960s, because I do.
And. I. Don't. Give. A. Crap. If. I'm. Popular.
Sure, it bugs me that people judge me and hate on me because of my hippie-ness. But I like what I do. I don't mind walking down the hallways singing Yellow Submarine with my best friend and getting all these strange looks. We're having fun, and if the people of this society can't understand that fun isn't always going on a date or texting your "bestie", then they can all rot and burn at the curb for all I care.
Jenna and I love being judged as "the weird girls". Earlier this week, I got tagged on one of those Animated Facebook pictures as "the one that's up to know good." And when I asked why, I got the answer:
"Erin, think. When are you ever up to something good?"
And instead of protesting, I said "good point." Because that's the truth.
I still hate school. But I'm looking forward to content-area reading. My brother had to take that class and the teacher was one of the biggest liberals in the school. She believed in global warming and all that crap, and my brother didn't be a stranger and he protested against it, and usually proved her wrong. I'll bet the teacher will recognize the last name and remember me. I can't wait to prove the teacher wrong. HAHAHAHAH.
It was actually pretty funny. At the beginning of the summer, my brother went to this orchestra camp that his school offered for advanced orchestra kids. His orchestra teacher does NOT like him, because he's a boy and he's a good violinist. She's sexist against boys is what I'm saying. So she hates him. When we went to go to the concert at the end of camp, my parents started talking to the teacher and she kept giving me looks like "There's TWO of them?!?" And I had to laugh.
What will my reputation hold this year? Monday, August 30th will unveil the answer.
~Erin~
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Storage and Sanity
I am torn....
TORN, I TELL YOU.
Since I want to have new friends over in my room, I want to reduce my doll room to...well, almost nothing. Just a few beds and beddings.
Well, that is not possible. Why, might you ask? My doll room is a HUGE, and I mean HUGE cupboard. It's taller then I am and there are NO doors on it. So I can't even shut the doors to hide it.
Besides, even if I put the doors back on it, I still have the horse stable, the dressing room I put together, and the closet, which is a rack completely filled with doll clothing.
I feel ashamed of myself because I've let my doll loving side take over my entire life. I don't want to be all dolls, which is what I am. I feel bad because I now have THIRTEEN dolls, when I don't even want that much, but my mom won't let me sell any.
I don't want a giant doll room! I want a small one, an easy one to put away when I don't want anyone to see it, not a giant closet that's impossible to miss! But I can't bear to tell my mom about how I feel, because she'll go all *dramatic* on me because we've spent SO much money on it. My dad said it's so heavy and big, we can't even move it to a different spot.
I have a few beds in my closet that I could use, but they would take a long time to build and put together.
Bed 1- A loft bed. It has a bed on top, and below it is a small space that is hard to see and get into. That space would be were I put my doll beds/room.
Bed 2- The other half of my bunk bed. I have the bottom part of a bunk bed, and the top part was taken apart. We would put the bunk back on top and put the doll room on top.
I have a good plan for my bedroom, but zero idea for my doll room.
Gahhh.
~Erin~
TORN, I TELL YOU.
Since I want to have new friends over in my room, I want to reduce my doll room to...well, almost nothing. Just a few beds and beddings.
Well, that is not possible. Why, might you ask? My doll room is a HUGE, and I mean HUGE cupboard. It's taller then I am and there are NO doors on it. So I can't even shut the doors to hide it.
Besides, even if I put the doors back on it, I still have the horse stable, the dressing room I put together, and the closet, which is a rack completely filled with doll clothing.
I feel ashamed of myself because I've let my doll loving side take over my entire life. I don't want to be all dolls, which is what I am. I feel bad because I now have THIRTEEN dolls, when I don't even want that much, but my mom won't let me sell any.
I don't want a giant doll room! I want a small one, an easy one to put away when I don't want anyone to see it, not a giant closet that's impossible to miss! But I can't bear to tell my mom about how I feel, because she'll go all *dramatic* on me because we've spent SO much money on it. My dad said it's so heavy and big, we can't even move it to a different spot.
I have a few beds in my closet that I could use, but they would take a long time to build and put together.
Bed 1- A loft bed. It has a bed on top, and below it is a small space that is hard to see and get into. That space would be were I put my doll beds/room.
Bed 2- The other half of my bunk bed. I have the bottom part of a bunk bed, and the top part was taken apart. We would put the bunk back on top and put the doll room on top.
I have a good plan for my bedroom, but zero idea for my doll room.
Gahhh.
~Erin~
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Haaaaapiest Birthday to Me
Sunday was my birthday. And I have good news. And lots of it.
Good News:
-My cousin did NOT show up! :D
-I'm getting Ruthie when I go to American Girl Place New York this Friday from my grandparents!
-I had so much fun!
-My brother gave me a $25 AG gift card!
I'm crazy busy. Packing my doll's clothes, cleaning my room, doing some stray chores, preparing my dolls for Ruthie's arrival. I will not be able to gurantee blogs from August 20th through August 25th. I will be in New York City during those days and I will have a horrible, horrible laptop with me. I MIGHT be able to, but I can't guarantee anything. All I can promise is a slide show of my pictures on my YouTube account, plus POSSIBLY a vLog.
So far, my list for NYC is:
-Elizabeth's Tea Lesson Gown
-Kit's School Skirt Set
-Julie's Calico Dress
-Lanie's Garden Outfit
-Lanie's Butterfly Outfit
-Pet Show Dress
-Safari Sundress
-Pretty and Plaid Dress
-Souvenier Clothes
If there aren't any cute souvenier clothes, I'm going to just get a shirt that says "American Girl Place New York" so that they have an NYC shirt.
Kay. Baiiii.
~Erin~
Good News:
-My cousin did NOT show up! :D
-I'm getting Ruthie when I go to American Girl Place New York this Friday from my grandparents!
-I had so much fun!
-My brother gave me a $25 AG gift card!
I'm crazy busy. Packing my doll's clothes, cleaning my room, doing some stray chores, preparing my dolls for Ruthie's arrival. I will not be able to gurantee blogs from August 20th through August 25th. I will be in New York City during those days and I will have a horrible, horrible laptop with me. I MIGHT be able to, but I can't guarantee anything. All I can promise is a slide show of my pictures on my YouTube account, plus POSSIBLY a vLog.
So far, my list for NYC is:
-Elizabeth's Tea Lesson Gown
-Kit's School Skirt Set
-Julie's Calico Dress
-Lanie's Garden Outfit
-Lanie's Butterfly Outfit
-Pet Show Dress
-Safari Sundress
-Pretty and Plaid Dress
-Souvenier Clothes
If there aren't any cute souvenier clothes, I'm going to just get a shirt that says "American Girl Place New York" so that they have an NYC shirt.
Kay. Baiiii.
~Erin~
Friday, August 13, 2010
Rant of the Day: "Friends"
You know what bothers me? And by bothers me, I mean, DRIVES ME COMPLETELY INSANE?
How my online friends, who I've never ever met in my entire life, are kinder to me then my so-called real live friends.
For example, my birthday is coming up in about 2 days, and I've gotten more early-birthday comments on my YouTube channel then I have on my Facebook.
Let's see.....hmmmm....I've gotten about......I want to say....17 early birthday wishes on my Youtube channel?
And guess how many I've gotten on Facebook.
Z-E-R-O.
And there's no doubt in my mind that that number is going to stay the same on my actual birthday.
That just goes to show you how much my "friends" love me.
It's not just now. As I explained in my first blog post, sixth grade SUCKED @$$ for me. And it's all because of the stupid kids. I got decent grades, but I was pushed away and hated on and excluded because I was just being myself.
And those stupid psychologist people said that being yourself would make all the more better.
LIARS.
Picture this:
"Oh, and you can use partners on this assignment. Get started!" The teacher said.
Before you have time to look around the room to decide who you will partner with, everyone has already decided. Nobody even looks at you or considers you, and you are stuck working alone. Again.
Now imagine that happening to you every freakin' time you got to work in partners in class.
That is my school life.
Because nobody had the nerve to even talk to the edgy, weird hippie girl. The only words they spoke of me were hurtful, and usually behind my back. There wasn't a kid in my grade who didn't know my name, and most of them just knew me for being "that weird hippie girl."
Do you know how many times I wanted to completely destroy the popular girls who made fun of me?
Many times. And I knew I could. I could knock their Hollister-spoiled butts right on the floor with one hand tied behind my back.
I always try to update my statuses on Facebook. Day after day, no comments, no likes, and no posts written on my Wall. Yet, the girls and guys who hate me send me the friend invites, since I never send out my own invites.
Truthfully, I cannot WAIT to go back to school. I want to prove to all the hippie-hating losers out there that a five-foot tall "Alex's Little Sister" can be normal, because she can.
If I had it my way, I'd stay my hippie-ish self. I'd go back, decked in my hippie wear, as my normal Beatley self. My mom wants me to change since she claimed I would "be happier."
No. Just no.
Whoop, now it's 1 day to my birthday. Sorry, I'm a night owl xDDDD
And still no Facebook messages.
Gaaah. I hate my "friends".
Do any of you have trouble with people who are mean to you, yet they claim you to be your friend?
~Erin~
How my online friends, who I've never ever met in my entire life, are kinder to me then my so-called real live friends.
For example, my birthday is coming up in about 2 days, and I've gotten more early-birthday comments on my YouTube channel then I have on my Facebook.
Let's see.....hmmmm....I've gotten about......I want to say....17 early birthday wishes on my Youtube channel?
And guess how many I've gotten on Facebook.
Z-E-R-O.
And there's no doubt in my mind that that number is going to stay the same on my actual birthday.
That just goes to show you how much my "friends" love me.
It's not just now. As I explained in my first blog post, sixth grade SUCKED @$$ for me. And it's all because of the stupid kids. I got decent grades, but I was pushed away and hated on and excluded because I was just being myself.
And those stupid psychologist people said that being yourself would make all the more better.
LIARS.
Picture this:
"Oh, and you can use partners on this assignment. Get started!" The teacher said.
Before you have time to look around the room to decide who you will partner with, everyone has already decided. Nobody even looks at you or considers you, and you are stuck working alone. Again.
Now imagine that happening to you every freakin' time you got to work in partners in class.
That is my school life.
Because nobody had the nerve to even talk to the edgy, weird hippie girl. The only words they spoke of me were hurtful, and usually behind my back. There wasn't a kid in my grade who didn't know my name, and most of them just knew me for being "that weird hippie girl."
Do you know how many times I wanted to completely destroy the popular girls who made fun of me?
Many times. And I knew I could. I could knock their Hollister-spoiled butts right on the floor with one hand tied behind my back.
I always try to update my statuses on Facebook. Day after day, no comments, no likes, and no posts written on my Wall. Yet, the girls and guys who hate me send me the friend invites, since I never send out my own invites.
Truthfully, I cannot WAIT to go back to school. I want to prove to all the hippie-hating losers out there that a five-foot tall "Alex's Little Sister" can be normal, because she can.
If I had it my way, I'd stay my hippie-ish self. I'd go back, decked in my hippie wear, as my normal Beatley self. My mom wants me to change since she claimed I would "be happier."
No. Just no.
Whoop, now it's 1 day to my birthday. Sorry, I'm a night owl xDDDD
And still no Facebook messages.
Gaaah. I hate my "friends".
Do any of you have trouble with people who are mean to you, yet they claim you to be your friend?
~Erin~
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Discrimination
"Move over, sweetie."
"Can you move to the side a little? We're trying to take a picture."
"Excuse me, dear. We need this picture."
Those were some of the hurtful terms I heard at my cousins wedding. In fact, it wasn't as bad as I interpreted. The food was AMAZING. I can add pretzel chicken to my list of my favorite food.
The scenery was gorgeous.
Picture this:
They held the wedding in a building in front of this scenic area. Isn't it gorgeous? There was a whole field of peach trees and fields of fruit plants beyond those beautiful hills, plus a pond I dreamed of photographing at.
When we were taking bridal pictures afterward, I can't even recite how many times I, the official wedding photographer, was asked to move out of the way of somebody else's picture, or the amount of times when Jenny had to say to the people "Erin has first dibs, she's the OFFICIAL photographer." I almost wanted to hug her at that point.
It's just not fair. People are so absorbed in their adult careers that they just CAN'T picture an eleven year old with a semi-pro camera taking picture's for her older cousin's wedding. God only knows how many time people called poor Jenny "cheap" behind her back because she didn't want to pay for a professional photographer and settled for me. I had fun taking her pictures. I got to follow her down the aisle and take pictures of her as she walked. Her dress was beautiful.
I think she did a nice job planning the wedding. It was a beautiful building in front of a very pretty area. And when she through the bouquet, guess who caught it?
Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together, blogging to you live from Ohio,
ERIN!
Yup! I caught it! It was nice bouquet of white lillies. My grandma grinned furiously when I caught it.
Oh, and we couldn't leave her Samantha doll out of the celebration!
Yup. My grandma made her that dress. It was supposed to be a surprise, but her little stepsister spilled it before she was supposed to know. I felt like slapping her.
Overall, I liked being the photographer, but I hated being discriminated for being an eleven year old photographer. I felt like the people there didn't trust that I would do well with the pictures. Its not their wedding. Let Jenny do what she wants.
GOSH.
AAAAH!
~Erin~
Saturday, August 7, 2010
The Wedding
Accckkkk.
The wedding is today. I'm not excited. I'll try to post a picture of me in my dress in a later post. It's 8 AM and I'm tired, sticky, hot, and my hair is in my waaay :(
I hate this.
~Erin~
The wedding is today. I'm not excited. I'll try to post a picture of me in my dress in a later post. It's 8 AM and I'm tired, sticky, hot, and my hair is in my waaay :(
I hate this.
~Erin~
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
August 7th- Worst/Best Day Ever
As of right now, I have..... *drum roll* eleven followers! HUZZAH!
The days are ticking faster towards my birthday.. and I'm excited!
First off, I have a feeling I'm NOT getting Ruthie! I think I'm getting Gwen Thompson, Girl of the Year Best Friend of 2009, off of eBay from my grandparents. For my birthday dinner, we are having smashed chicken [Or as I like to call it, shmashed chicken], scalloped potatoes, and green bean bundles. If you have any idea what any of those three things are, I APPLAUD YOU! If not, go look them up on Google or Bing or, whatever search engine you use. The green bean bundles especially are worth making.
And of course, the days are also ticking faster towards my evil cousins wedding. *sigh*
It's this Saturday, August 7th. She hired me to be the photographer, and I'm NOT looking forward to it. I'm only excited because [for once] she's actually paying me! I have to wear a dress. But I get to step in the middle of the aisle when she's walking down to take a picture. And nobody else is allowed! This is one of those times where I'm allowed to break the rules and nobody else is. HOORAY REBELLION!
As for my dress.....it's okay, I guess. It's black and white and it's a sundress. I match the wedding color scheme, which is white, black, and shocking pink. I'm not looking forward to it. I actually wanted to rebel, as usual, and wear blue to go totally against the color scheme, but that is obviously NOT happening.
At first, I was excited for the wedding. I've never had a real paying job before. Unless you count chores, which I don't. And I've never EARNED fifty dollars all at one time by myself. I've been given it from my grandfather, every birthday and Christmas I get a 50 dollar bill, but I've never earned all 50 of it at one time.
Then I learned that I had to wear a dress, and taking pictures meant missing out on my "wedding fun" as my mom calls it [HA!]. I wonder what the frick we're eating for supper that day. Because whatever it is, I'd rather eat a huge breakfast before and skip out on dinner. I don't give a crap if it's my grandma's spaghetti, which is to die for. My cousin's probably touched it and mixed some of her poison-y evil into it.
I'm only excited for August 7th because my friend's birthday party is later in the day after the wedding.
Well, there are some advantages to having my cousin's wedding.
1) She'll have a family to take care of. Her husband, and her baby animal thing. Then she'll stop visiting and start doing stuff with her own family instead of with ours.
2) She will have an excuse to go back to her home in New York and never come back.
Okay, so maybe there's more downsides then good things, but at least there's good things in the first place. It's not like she's getting married and moving in with us, which would be one of my worst nightmares.
~Erin~
The days are ticking faster towards my birthday.. and I'm excited!
First off, I have a feeling I'm NOT getting Ruthie! I think I'm getting Gwen Thompson, Girl of the Year Best Friend of 2009, off of eBay from my grandparents. For my birthday dinner, we are having smashed chicken [Or as I like to call it, shmashed chicken], scalloped potatoes, and green bean bundles. If you have any idea what any of those three things are, I APPLAUD YOU! If not, go look them up on Google or Bing or, whatever search engine you use. The green bean bundles especially are worth making.
And of course, the days are also ticking faster towards my evil cousins wedding. *sigh*
It's this Saturday, August 7th. She hired me to be the photographer, and I'm NOT looking forward to it. I'm only excited because [for once] she's actually paying me! I have to wear a dress. But I get to step in the middle of the aisle when she's walking down to take a picture. And nobody else is allowed! This is one of those times where I'm allowed to break the rules and nobody else is. HOORAY REBELLION!
As for my dress.....it's okay, I guess. It's black and white and it's a sundress. I match the wedding color scheme, which is white, black, and shocking pink. I'm not looking forward to it. I actually wanted to rebel, as usual, and wear blue to go totally against the color scheme, but that is obviously NOT happening.
At first, I was excited for the wedding. I've never had a real paying job before. Unless you count chores, which I don't. And I've never EARNED fifty dollars all at one time by myself. I've been given it from my grandfather, every birthday and Christmas I get a 50 dollar bill, but I've never earned all 50 of it at one time.
Then I learned that I had to wear a dress, and taking pictures meant missing out on my "wedding fun" as my mom calls it [HA!]. I wonder what the frick we're eating for supper that day. Because whatever it is, I'd rather eat a huge breakfast before and skip out on dinner. I don't give a crap if it's my grandma's spaghetti, which is to die for. My cousin's probably touched it and mixed some of her poison-y evil into it.
I'm only excited for August 7th because my friend's birthday party is later in the day after the wedding.
Well, there are some advantages to having my cousin's wedding.
1) She'll have a family to take care of. Her husband, and her baby animal thing. Then she'll stop visiting and start doing stuff with her own family instead of with ours.
2) She will have an excuse to go back to her home in New York and never come back.
Okay, so maybe there's more downsides then good things, but at least there's good things in the first place. It's not like she's getting married and moving in with us, which would be one of my worst nightmares.
~Erin~
Monday, August 2, 2010
Rant of the Day: Little Kids
Hey guys, Erin again. And I'm gonna start a new thing here, called the Rant of the Day. See, everytime I see or hear something that makes me mad, and I need to rant about it, I will post a blog about it, so you can read about my misadventures with the stuff I'm ranting about. This will always be labeled in the title as "Rant of the Day".
Today's rant-- Little kids. One of my least favorite things.
I hate how they're always getting special treatment just 'cause they're young. Yesterday I was at the grocery store with my mother and we were picking out meat in the deli and we saw a little girl in a cart who got a cookie from one of the ladies behind the counter--FOR FREE! And I'm sure it was just because she was little. And here I am, almost 12 years old, standing right next to her cart, cookie-less. Just cause I'm older.
You see, little kids are just people, only smaller and stupider. I bet that little girl wouldn't have stood out if she was 11 years old, just like me. And she probably wouldn't have gotten a cookie, either. And it's not like old people and adults are any better. They endorse the treatment, by giving them free toys and special treats like cookies and candy. And it seems like the only people who understand my problem are kids ages 7 to 14. Because teens babysit little kids. And love them.
What's so special about little kids, anyway? They don't DO anything! They just sit around, play with their toys and get free cookies. They can't run races, write blogs, take pictures, operate a computer, play clarinet, text their friends, play with pets, or eat with utensils--all the things I CAN do, and I can do most of those things pretty well. Whereas they wouldn't even know where to begin when trying to play the clarinet or take pictures.
Plus, they don't even listen to you half the time. Like, if you tell them to stop throwing their stuffed animals, they throw them anyway just to get you peed off. Or if you tell them that it's time to take a nap, they'll make a great big noisy fuss because they don't want to. The only words they seem to comprehend and follow through with are "Snack time!"
And another thing. I don't actually have this problem, but I have friends who do, and they're getting sick of it too. Like, if you have a younger sibling and your parents blame you for stuff they did. Lets I had a 3 year old little sister and she accidentally knocked over the lamp in my living room and broke it because she was tossing her stuffed animals around and one of them accidentally hit the lamp. The parent would blame me for it and I would get in trouble because "I could have stopped her" and "she doesn't understand because she's little." Then the kid starts crying, and my mom gives her juice and cookies to calm her down. AGAIN WITH THE FREE COOKIES! And I'm grounded for a week because of her.
Does anybody have this problem? Are you sick of little kids and their special treatment? Because I know I am.
~Erin~
Today's rant-- Little kids. One of my least favorite things.
I hate how they're always getting special treatment just 'cause they're young. Yesterday I was at the grocery store with my mother and we were picking out meat in the deli and we saw a little girl in a cart who got a cookie from one of the ladies behind the counter--FOR FREE! And I'm sure it was just because she was little. And here I am, almost 12 years old, standing right next to her cart, cookie-less. Just cause I'm older.
You see, little kids are just people, only smaller and stupider. I bet that little girl wouldn't have stood out if she was 11 years old, just like me. And she probably wouldn't have gotten a cookie, either. And it's not like old people and adults are any better. They endorse the treatment, by giving them free toys and special treats like cookies and candy. And it seems like the only people who understand my problem are kids ages 7 to 14. Because teens babysit little kids. And love them.
What's so special about little kids, anyway? They don't DO anything! They just sit around, play with their toys and get free cookies. They can't run races, write blogs, take pictures, operate a computer, play clarinet, text their friends, play with pets, or eat with utensils--all the things I CAN do, and I can do most of those things pretty well. Whereas they wouldn't even know where to begin when trying to play the clarinet or take pictures.
Plus, they don't even listen to you half the time. Like, if you tell them to stop throwing their stuffed animals, they throw them anyway just to get you peed off. Or if you tell them that it's time to take a nap, they'll make a great big noisy fuss because they don't want to. The only words they seem to comprehend and follow through with are "Snack time!"
And another thing. I don't actually have this problem, but I have friends who do, and they're getting sick of it too. Like, if you have a younger sibling and your parents blame you for stuff they did. Lets I had a 3 year old little sister and she accidentally knocked over the lamp in my living room and broke it because she was tossing her stuffed animals around and one of them accidentally hit the lamp. The parent would blame me for it and I would get in trouble because "I could have stopped her" and "she doesn't understand because she's little." Then the kid starts crying, and my mom gives her juice and cookies to calm her down. AGAIN WITH THE FREE COOKIES! And I'm grounded for a week because of her.
Does anybody have this problem? Are you sick of little kids and their special treatment? Because I know I am.
~Erin~
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