I now have a Tumblr
chroniclesofateenagenobody.tumblr.com
That's probably where I'll be posting most of my stuff now.
-N

This may offend you.

http://www.aolnews.com/science/article/study-gay-parents-more-likely-to-have-gay-kids/19668089?ncid=webmail

Personally, I find it interesting.

A lot of people violently oppose gay marriage, stating in their arguments that gay parents will turn out gay kids. Before now, this statement has been shot down almost as soon as the words exited their mouth. But with this study (and yes, it has been extensively researched, read the article), that may no longer be a lie.

Personally, I'm fine with the idea that gay parents can produce more gay kids. It makes sense if you think about it; the idea isn't condemned in their household, and they are inherently more open-minded. You would have NO trouble coming out to gay parents, whereas if you live in a household where you're not sure how your parents would take it, or if they would vehemently object, you may never come out.

I don't think that gay and lesbian couples produce more homosexual children, only that they allow their kids to be who they are without fear.

Leave your comments and opinions below, I'd love to discuss this more.

-N

We are all blind.

Validation- Why is that so important in out society?


School days- Why are they so early and so common?


Fruity Pebbles- Why are they not in my pantry right now?

-N

I apologize for my previous blog post. It wasn't my usual content. I just needed to blow off some steam. Sorry again. I'll go back to posting my usual stuff later.
-N

Fuck you. What happened? We were friends. But I was the only one putting anything into our friendship. You never cared that you were interrupting my family time, you brushed off my concerns like they were nothing, you used me like I was a puppy who would listen and listen and give you endless love, but you never fed me or gave me rest. I wasted several months putting your concerns far ahead of my own, and my life spiraled thanks to that. I haven't been the same since. Oh, and here's the kicker; when I needed you most, you acted like it was nothing, and returned to your car ads. I don't believe you when you say you actually worried, you want to know why? Because I don't think you cared from the start.

So about fifteen minutes ago I think I had a panic attack (I literally Googled "feeling of impending doom). Which was weird. Because all I was doing was taking a shower.

It was one of the scariest things I've ever experienced. There was a huge looming feeling of impending doom, nothing felt real, I was totally detached but swimming in fear, and I was pretty sure I was about to die. I never want to go through anything like that again.

This ever happen to anybody else?

-N

Who has the right to decide what you can and cannot be exposed to?

Many of you may have heard of Ellen Hopkins, the author of Tricks, Impulse, Crank, Burned, Identical, and others. Personally, I am a big fan of her books because they deal with real-life issues such as self-harm, teenage relationships, prostitution, suicide, drugs, etc.

Ellen has had her invitation to attend the Humble Teen Lit Festival (Humble is a suburb of Houston, TX) rescinded.

Why? What did she do to offend? She had previously been a speaker at two schools in that area, had she conducted herself in a way where she was deemed unfit to speak with the children again?

Her invitation was rescinded because of one librarian and a couple of parents. Out of hundreds of librarians and thousands of parents, a couple of narrow-minded people get to decide that a New York Times bestselling author can't come to their festival because they don't want their kids, their kids, reading her books?

These few people went to the superintendent and ask that Ellen be uninvited, and he agreed, even though he had never read her books.

What about the other kids whose parents said it was okay? What about those other kids who had been dying to meet their favorite author? What about those kids who's lives were changed thanks to one of her books, and wanted to thank her?

Censorship is a huge problem! We are lucky to live somewhere we can read anything we want, and when that starts to be taken away, we need to get angry.

If you want to e-mail the boneheaded super, his e-mail address is Guy.Sconzo@humble.k12.tx.us, though please refrain from cursing.


Keep your restrictions to yourself. 

Today was the final day of summer vacation.

I'm not quite sure how to feel about this.

I've been so busy this summer, it doesn't feel like I had a vacation.

I need some Me-Time.

And a good book.

And a hammock.

I really want a hammock.

-N

Proposition 8 has been temporarily overturned in the state of California. For those of you who don't know what this means, it means that gay marriage is no longer illegal there.

Now I know some people (a lot of people) are against gay marriage, but let me ask you this: why shouldn't homosexual marriage be considered equal to heterosexual marriage?
What defines a marriage?

Love? Check.
Two consenting adults? Check.
Commitment? Check.

Its the merging of two lives as one.

*Angry Christian storms into the room, pushes Nobody out of her chair, and takes over the computer.*

But it says in the Bible that it was Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve! Its supposed to be between a man and a woman! God says so! - Angry Christian.

*N gets up and pushes AC out of the chair and ties them up on the floor. This is a written account of the dialog I had with the AC*

Dear Angry Christian,
Are Christians the only ones who get married? No? Then why should your definition of marriage bind the rest of the country to your ideals? There's a reason there is a separation of church and state specifically designated in the Constitution.
-Nobody

"But we're RIGHT." -AC

Dear AC,
Who says? You have freedom to believe what you want and the rest of the country has the freedom to believe what they want. I myself am Jewish (insert Angry Christian comment about how I'm going to burn in Hell here). The USA is a melting pot, where people of all beliefs coexist (not without disputes, but thats true of any society) and are free to pray to whomever or whatever they want, if at all.
-Nobody

"But gay marriages are just WRONG!" -AC

Dear AC,
Then don't get one.
-Nobody

Leave your opinions and rebuttals in the comments. Especially your rebuttals >:)

Wow, so I've been gone for a while. But it means I have stuff to talk about.

When you're surrounded by people and can't see a soul in sight, you know you're truly alone.

I never said it was long stuff.

-N

I have been a BAD blogger!

But I mean, when your computer breaks and you're gone somewhere for a week with no internet, it's kinda hard to post anyway. So I'm heading to camp, and won't be able to post for another month =D

Just though I'd let ya'll know I'm still alive.

-N

Don't you hate it when you remember someone very well, they had an impact on your life, then they forget that you exist? Wonderful, isn't it? Thanks director, I've missed you too. Guess I won't ever be seeing you again, seeing as you moved last year and this is the last show you're doing with the arts center, and you're tracking people down on Facebook and asking everyone to be in it except for me. Yup.

I'm going to be babysitting at the beach for a week =D

I'm very excited.

-N

Okay, so I'm sitting in the worst class in the world right now, doing absolutely nothing for the rest of the year, so I figured I'd update on how my art project thing is going.

I finished the Poison Apple, which I re-named "I Don't Take Apples from Strangers", and then had an idea to do like a whole classic Disney series. I just finished yesterday "Never Trust a Bottle with a Vague Label", which is the 'Drink Me' bottle from Alice in Wonderland. I'll upload pictures soon-ish of each of them.

But now I'm stuck. What should I do next? I could do Cinderella's slipper ("Footwear is Best Made with Laces"), but I feel like it would need more to it thatn I can think of at the moment, so I don;t want to work on something yet if I don;t have a clear image in my head of how I want it to be at the end.

I could do Sleeping Beauty with a needle ("Always Wear a Thimble"), but I'm not sure if people would get it, plus I can't think of something to put on the piece to signify that its being offered to her by the witch (In "I Don't Take Apples from Strangers", I had above the apple 'Just a bite?' and I think that really brought it all together).

I could do Aladdin with the lamp (No name as of yet), and I think it would be cool because I'm planning on using red for the background, which will be new for me, but I really can't draw lamps and I have no idea what its missing, because it is definitely missing something in my mind.

Little Mermaid is always an option, except I don't know what pivotal object I could use in the piece. A fork maybe? I really don't want to do a seashell, its way too cliche. But the colors for that piece would be a nice mixture of pastels, different from the others.

Sleeping Beauty I could maybe do, and I'd use the rose, but I can't paint a rose. I suck at them. Maybe if I take a picture of one and cut it out....? But the background for that would be bold colors, like stained glass, and then muted with a thin layer of dark blue paint. Plus, I don't have words for that one either.

Then there's Fantasia, Pochahontas, Lion King, Pinnochio, Dumbo, Bambi, Peter Pan, Lady and the Tramp, The Jungle Book, The Aristocats, Mulan, Tarzan, oy!!! There are so many it makes my head spin! As for this list, I either haven't thought about them much or don't know the movies well enough to think about them.
I need suggestions on the focal object of these movies, like I had with the first two I did, and words to put on them, or, heck, even names would be helpful!


So whaddaya say guys....
HELP????

Don't you hate it when you have this perfect image of something you want to create in your mind, but then you realize you have no idea whatsoever how to go about creating it? I went to an arts festival yesterday in Atlanta while visiting family, and since then, I've had several ideas of pieces of art I'd love to create. I can see them so clearly in my mind's eye, I just don't know how to make them. So I've decided to take a week of summer vacation and just create. I'm gonna grab some modge podge, old magazines, acrylic paint, wood, newspapers, tissue paper, foil, pencils, pastels, photos, you name it! I'm excited. Now, all I need is the money to buy the stuff. -_-

Current Ideas:
Poison Apple
Picture frames that are decorated to fit the photo within
I'm Lying to You, Ann
Bubbles
School's Out
What Happened to Clearly Defined?

Anyone else have ideas they'd like to share?

They're building a concrete plant less than a mile from my school.

I'm pissed off.

The concrete is going to stink to high heaven, and the traffic to and from school will be so much worse than it already is. The skyline will no longer be unbroken mountains, but now marred with smokestacks, and the air quality is going to go from fresh and healthy to stale and polluted.

I'm really, really, really pissed off. The people of the city should have something to say about this, because it affects all of their lives.

Yes, it'll bring jobs to the city, but it will also drive away potential home-buyers. SO many people moved here because of the fresh mountain air and the beautiful view. Now what? Say goodbye to spring showers and hello to acid rain. Goodbye open roads, hello six-o-clock traffic. Bye-bye cleansing breeze, hello asthma-inducing smog.

What can I do though? What can one kid do to save her town? There's a protest at the school on Wednesday, but I don't see how that will change anything.

I want this to stop, because I'm afraid that if it doesn't, I won't be able to want to live here anymore.

-N

I really wish parties were fun. Every time I go to one, on my way there I'm thinking "Oh, this is going to be awesome!" and then I come to my senses. I walk in the door and the lights are so low you can barely see the kid in front of you. Rap music is blaring so loud you wonder why your ears haven't run away yet. And then you notice the middle of the room, where people are essentially having sex on the dance floor.

Wooh. Fun.

I long for the decades past when parties meant masquerades and balls, or swing dancing until your legs collapsed from exhaustion, or heck just a few friends laughing and having a good time! But then there are these........"parties" (I use that word very loosely).

Now, even if you get away from the dark room that smells like pot, the dance floor that could probably count as foreplay, and the music screaming at you until you have a headache, there is still the problem of the people. The sheer quantity of bodies packed into one area for a "party" is spectacular. You wonder how people do it. And its almost impossible to insert yourself into a conversation without being extremely awkward. You feel like an outcast. Aren't parties supposed to be fun?

So, sane people of the world, deep people of the world, fed up people of the world, revolt! Start throwing actual parties! Murder-mysteries, masquerades, luaus, think about it! We need to change the paradigm that so many people have in this day and age of parties. We will NOT stand by and watch our fun go down with "shawty".

-N

I had a dream last night that my mom gave me a watch that didn't show the time, but showed my weight. In the dream, she forced me to wear it, and I couldn't turn it off. The numbers kept going up. I hate that dream.

I wish I were more interesting.

I have this teacher who is probably the coolest below 40 year old adult in the world. Well, we took our exam yesterday so now we have a month of doing nothing in his class. So one of my friends was playing around on his computer, and came across a blog. He writes it.

Now I think it would be pretty neat to keep up with my teacher's life, considering he's the coolest below 40 year old adult in the world, but I'm not going to.

Wanna know why?

I don't think he'd want us to be reading it. There's a certain line between teacher to student and friend to friend. Yes, I think our teacher is awesome. Yes, he loves our class. But I think reading that blog would cross that fine line, and completely break down what it is important for a teacher to have in a relationship with his students.

Yes, he's an awesome teacher. No, I will not read his blog.

You can stop liking a person and still have your life changed by them. Some people just don't get that.

Like, I went to a sleepaway camp for 7 years, and met someone who changed my life. Yes, at the time I really liked him. A LOT. But when all was said and done, and I got over the drama and stopped liking him that way, he still had changed my life. Because of my relationship (no, not a relationship relationship, like crush relationship to someone who doesn't know you relationship. grow up people) with him, I began to write. I began to act. Those two things are some of the most important things in my life right now, and I never would have gotten into them if my experience with him hadn't changed my life.

So I respect him still, and I want to be friends. But that doesn't change the fact that he influenced me a lot, and I still look up to him because of it.

Some people just don't get that.

I figured out the paradox of time travel wiping out whatever it is you came back to fix in the first place.

Self that goes back in time: Bob
Self that Bob warns of something: Fred
Self that Fred goes back in time and consequently warns: George

So its really simple actually. All you have to do is get Bob to go back in time and warn Fred about whatever it is you came to warn him about and tell Fred to go back in time on a specific date in the future to warn George.

See? Even when Bob disappears after warning Fred, Fred will still warn George no matter what happens because part of the warning was to go back in time to warn George about whatever it is that needs fixing, even if its in a future that is now perfectly fine.

Make sense?

-N

Why is it that certain boys give you a rush when you talk to them? Why is it when they tell you you're gorgeous, you feel so lucky? Why is it always those boys that end up convinced you're an idiot? A creeping weirdo? Why do they log off the second you try to talk to them? Why are these boys the one who hurt you in the most petty yet painful ways? ~~~~~~~~~ Why is it that we put so much value into other people's opinions? Why do they matter more than our own? Why do we crave approval? Why do words have so much power? Why is it that when those words are withheld, that's when they hurt you the most?~~~~~~~~~ Why do we judge other people before we get to know them, before we've had an actual conversation with them? Why do we assume things about others, be they good or bad, without having spoken to them before? Why do we judge so many by these assumptions?~~~~~~~~Why is it okay for one person to hurt, but not another? Why do we crave some people's advice, but those who are most willing to help, their advice means nothing? Why do we allow others to hurt while we glance through a glass window, ogling at their pain?~~~~~~~~~ Why do sad movies make us feel emotion? Why does every mistake cut like broken glass? Why do I bother asking at all?

Have you ever gone out on a limb, and had it break under you, dropping you two stories and landing you in the hospital?

Whats the point in taking chances if you only ever get hurt? I mean, sure there's that slim chance that it'll work out, but I mean really, why bother?

Thats all that ever seems to happen to my friends and I.

Like, someone seems cool to you, so you decide to try and become friends. But then you act like a fool, and they decide they don't like you.

Thats how it always goes, and I end up hating myself for being myself because some other person may or may not like the way I phrase my sentences.

Why do we care so much about what people think? Is it because we want to have a bond with another human, to be able to say "I'm accepted"? Or is it because we can't deal with that false idea being shattered before our eyes.

In the perfect society, nobody would care about you being weird, they wouldn't care how you acted different, they would like you for who the hell you are. But this isn't a perfect society. People judge others by a handful of premeditated words designed to make you seem acceptable by society's standards.

Going out on a limb will break you.

·         Give an actual response to “How are you?”
·         Let someone who is really anxious to speak put their two cents in before you speak.
·         Make someone laugh who need sit.
·         Help make someone part of the conversation who is standing there kind of awkwardly.
·         Help someone find an answer to their problem.
·         Expect something great out of everyone.
·         Wave a debt someone owes you; a coffee really doesn’t cost that much.
·         Go talk to someone who is standing by themselves at a party.
·         Remember as many names as you can, and the good things they entail.
·         Treat someone who is genuinely good as if they were a celebrity.
·         Use fun words in daily conversation; who doesn’t love to say Guadalajara?
·         Listen.
·         Take the spotlight off of someone who really doesn’t want it on them.
·         Ask an elderly person to tell you about their lives.
·         Be in a good mood.
·         Encouragement.
·         Give credit where credit is due.
·         Give the truth when it is asked and when it is right; i.e. sales-pitch for your old TV that sometimes fritzes.
·         Write letters and notes.
·         True “thank you”’s.
·         Know before judging.
·         Introduce two people to each other who would make great friends.
·         Defend someone who isn’t there to defend themselves.
·         Give compliments often and genuinely.
·         Second chances for those who deserve them.
·         Something someone is proud of? Ask them if they could make one/do it/ explain it for you.
·         Care when you ask “How are you?”
·         Recognition of a job well done.
·         Someone do something good? Let them know, and tell other people too.
·         Smile.

Wanna know what the hardest part about planning a party is?

Figuring out who to invite.

I mean, you know how you have different sets of friends, and certain friends who if you invite them you have to invite other friends, and some people who you don't know if they are party-invite worthy yet but you think they might be your party-invite worthy friends, and then there are the loners who never have fun at parties so why should I invite them in the first place, the people who don't get along with some of the other people you may or may not be inviting, the people who wouldn't really click with all the other people there and might feel awkward, the people who know ABSOLUTELY NOBODY ELSE and would cling to you the whole time, the people who show up to parties whether you invite them or not, the people who would get offended if you didn't invite, the people who you don't want to invite but since you're inviting everyone else in that group you have to invite them too, and your friends.

I tell ya, it's nuts.

-N

So I am slowly getting worse at the daily posts.....I'm sorry =( But you know what? It's kinda hard for everyone to keep up anyway if I post daily. So how about I only post now if either I have something important I want to discuss, or you guys want me to talk about something specific.
-N

Have you heard about Constance?

Heeeey guys =)

So I'm going sea kayaking this weekend, so probably no more posts until Tuesday. Don't kill me xD

-N

Hi guys.


I've been a bad daily blogger




I missed yesterday




and my other posts lately haven't been that good.



It's Passover. And I'm going on a trip soon. And I have scenes and dances to memorize.



Don't kill me


<3
N

Hopeless
playful
weirded-out
upset
angry
excited
dreading
lonely
-N

Nerdfighter: A person who, instead of being made of organs and bones and tissue, is made up completely of Awesome. They battle Decepticons and decrease World-suck.

Decepticons: The people who are the opposite of nerdfighters, and are made of suck; i.e.your typical popular kids.

World-Suck: How much suck there is in the world. Every time you donate to a charity or eat a corn-dog, it decreases.

Happy dance: The dance you must do when you are extremely happy.

DFTBA: Don't forget to be awesome

Vlogbrothers: Our fearless founders, John and Hank Green

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FyQi79aYfxU

DFTBA
-N

Today is a bleh day. I'm sorry. No actual post today. Feel free to re-read (or read) my other posts. Comment or something.
-N

To steal a rant idea from  one of my favorite books, Big Fat Manifesto, I'd like to talk about lead roles and big girls.

Why can't Juliet to be plus-sized? Why can't Roxy be big? Why must Belle be the size of a twig?

Because people are idiots, that's why.

Now, I'm not saying the director aren't good people or anything, no, not at all. But why do you always cast the big girl as either the villain or the mom? Most of the big girls I know have insanely amazing voices, they can really belt.

Don't get me wrong here, it's fun playing the villain and mom, but I WANT TO BE A LEAD ROLE FOR ONCE! And not just in Hairspray (though that's a great musical).

Are we not allowed to fall in love? Does it just not happen?

If you said yes to that, I will come through the computer and go Tybalt on your ass (current role, just got back from rehearsal, it's on my mind, so sue me.)

YES a big girl can be the object of Romeo's affection! WHY IS THIS SO HARD FOR PEOPLE TO UNDERSTAND?

Oh, that's right. Society decided to create the paradigm for female lead roles as girls who wear a size negative one, and that's after they've had a big meal.

I've seen a director cast a mediocre girl in a lead role over a fantastic person for the part, and I'm almost 100% positive that it was because the girl who got it was a stick and the girl who didn't eats three meals a day.

God, people annoy me.

If you don't think you can do something, how the crap do you expect other people to believe you can?

Your word is the most precious and fragile thing that you have to give to someone.

We all wear masks.

It's just a fact of life; we act differently around different people, and we can't even be honest with ourselves most of the time.

I believe that life is a masquerade, and we are all just guests. The lucky ones are the jesters, the ones who can take off their masks. They get laughed at, but they show who they truly are.

I want the courage to become a jester.

-N

So I feel like I owe it to you guys to post every day, but some days my brain is just........dead. Like, I can't think of anything and I just want to read my book. Just wanted to let you all know that sometimes there will be posts like this, just a few sentences long, because my brain is asleep.
-N

White flakes are falling
I hate them with a passion
Snow needs to go die


-N

Well, what do you think folks, is chivalry dead? If it's not, should it be dead?

Chivalry is rooted in sexism, no matter what way you look at it; the rules came from a time where men were considered better than women and men had to do everything for them.

But nowadays, when men and women are treated by and large as equals, is a man holding a door open for a woman considered chivalrous or sexist?

Personally, I would love for a guy to hold the door open for me or open my car door, but ordering my meal for me would piss me off.

What are your views on chivalry? Leave a comment or two, let me know what you think- I want this blog to be as much me talking to you as you talking to me and to each other.

-N

Don't you hate it when you think you buried something, then it rises from the grave to eat your flesh? Um, wait, that's zombies. I think I meant "rises from the grave to bother you again." Yup, that's the one.

Like Q. I had forgotten alllll about Q. And then Q decided to remember me. Joy-oh-joy.

Q was a human (not a zombie) I used to like and who I had embarrassed myself in front of irreparably. That was a few years ago, and I figured Q had forgotten all about me, or if he remembered who I was, brushed the memory off like a shower of dandruff.

Apparently not.

See, I had convinced myself Q hated me and was ridiculously annoyed by me, so I decided to forget Q. Apparently Q wants to see me this weekend. Wow, I'm confused.

What do you think? Can friendships (or potential ones) be ruined (or not started) because of what people think the other person thinks of them? Why are what you think the other person thinks, and what they actually think sometimes so drastically different? Leave your answer in the comments (which are working again).

-N

Spring Awakening and the issues it discusses.
I love this musical for three reasons.
1) The music
2) The intensity of the emotion
3) The topics it brings up.

Now, number three might seem a bit odd. But it's important. Spring Awakening deals with issues like abuse, sex, and suicide. All set in late 19th century Germany. I think it's important to address issues like these, and what better way to do so than through a medium people can be moved by?

This rock musical is phenomenal and emotional and I can't really say much else right now, because I have to go shower xD

As the Italians say, "Art is long; Life is short."

Arivaderci!

You either love 'em or you can't stand them.

Personally, I think family is one of the most important things in the world. Why do I think this?
Well, first off, you share a common history with them (to go ahead and set things straight, I'm talking about extended family as well.) You all come from the same place, each new member adding a little more flair to the history.

You need people who you can count on, who will be behind you no matter what. My cousin is my best friend, for instance. I know she would support anything I do (well, except maybe murder, but I don't even think family could support that xD) as I would for her.

But here's a nice question: When do you draw the line? When is your family too much? If they go to jail, do you still support them? If they convert to a different religion, do you still support them? If they turn out to be gay, do you still support them?

Some people would say no.

Let me know what your take on all of this is, leave a comment and tell me.

-N

P.S. Sorry the comments weren't working earlier, it should be fixed now.
P.P.S. Also leave a comment with ideas for me to talk about, I want to know what you want to hear.

Should I really post daily if nobody reads this? What, might I ask, is the point? If you care, leave me a comment. If not, I'll stop my daily blogging and only do it like two or three times a week.
-N

I would give my right pinky toe to have the imagination Lewis Carroll had.

Can you imagine a world all your own, with creatures and words no one has ever thought of before? I wish i could. I think I'm going to try.

Lewis Carroll is my favorite poet, because he wrote "The Jabberwocky", a poem I have been obsessed with since I was a little kid. In 4th grade I made my dad teach it to me, and now I can only recite it in a British accent because that's how he taught it to me, and frankly, I think that's the best way to say it.

P.S. Tim Burton is a genius. I  would give my left pinky toe to have his imagination.

Okay followers (all two of you)! I'm not quite sure what to write about at the moment, as I have to go to rehearsal in about 15 minutes, soooooo I am going to use this post to ask you what YOU want to ask ME! It can be anything, anything at all. I promise to answer all the questions to the best of my ability (except like, my name and stuff. I'm Nobody, remember?). So what are you waiting for!? Go post!

She looks on mournfully

as her parents

friends

teachers

family

slip away

A bystander in the game of life.

A piece not yet moved,

a future undecided.

Four fingers and a thumb

curl into a fist,

and,

hard and fast,

collide with a window

shattering the view

of her world.

Breathe, she tells herself.

It's over.

And she leaves it

all in

ruins.

Even though you know something is true, you should still talk about it.

X, this explanation is for you.

I was on the phone with X the other day, and I was totally freaking out. I was freaking out because I was afraid that I was going to do something ridiculously stupid and hurtful. X was shopping for a car in the Iwonna.

Now, X and I are really good friends, and so I was expecting him to help me.

"Have you done anything?"
"Well, no."
"I knew you wouldn't. What car do you think I should get?"


Now, I've talked to X again recently, and he said that he was worried about me doing the stupid thing all night.
I believe him.

I also believe, however, that even if you know someone won't do something, you need to talk to them about it. Because they don't usually know.

I didn't know.

Friends are supposed to be there for you, so you can talk to them, and they can help you put the soup that used to be your brain back into your head.

What a way to end a post. Brain soup.

"I'm not saying that you are "unattractive" by any stretch of the imagination."

Well now. That's an interesting way of putting something.
First of all, I would like to make it clear that I am not attacking the person who wrote this, he happens to be a very close friend who was trying to make me feel better.

No, I'm not too happy with his choice of words.

Have the word "pretty" and all its synonyms suddenly been ostracized from the English language? I mean, it's not difficult to say "Dude, that's pretty awesome!" and "You're totally right!" so why not be able to take two of those words and put them together. "Dude totally"? No. "That's right"? Try again. "Totally awesome"? Really now people?

Try "You're pretty". It's two words that can have an insane impact on a girl, and it's not at all hard to say!

I mean, "I'm not saying that you are "unattractive" by any stretch of the imagination." is quite a mouthful.

Giving someone a compliment can make their whole day. Trust me, I know. However, doing your best not to give a compliment without hurting someone's feelings can have a suckish effect.

Yes. Suckish is an adjective.

To put it simply folks, if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all.

Hi there! You've found a way to my blog! Good for you =) Now, you don't know me, I don't know you, let's keep it that way, shall we? However, if you really want a name for me, just call me Nobody (5 points if you can tell me what Greek myth that's a play off of). Because that's what I am, a teenage Nobody. As for some background, that will come in time (if I'm feeling generous). All you need to know is that I'll be using this as a way to voice my opinion, rants, and occasional piece of literature in this big world we call the internet, and hope that maybe some other teenage Nobodies will listen.