alison.17 - 19, Female, New Zealand
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I think the main question should be:

If a person only screws everything up, then should that person even bother?
 

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"So this one time ...
... I got sooo wasted at a party in the country and like, I can't remember any of it. Man, there's only little bits I can still think about. Like, I passed out, puked all over this guy's bathroom, had some guy assault me but man, I didn't care 'cause I was too wasted to give a damn.

Oh, and after my friends decided to stop me from having fun with that guy (yeah, that's what they thought was happening, but they were all wasted too), I called my boyfriend to come, like, pick me up.

I was half-passed out by this time and apparently I was slurring my words and falling over. Everyone thought it was hillarious.

My boyfriend was so mad, but he came to get me anywys. I think I threw up in his truck, but he didn't say a word to me on the way home. I can remember that part. He had brought me some coffee to drink, but I just dumped it in my lap by accident and laughed some more 'cause it was so funny.

Yeah, after that awesome party, I didn't get my period a couple of days after ... when I was supposed to get it. I also now have constant headaches. My boyfriend won't talk to me (well, ex boyfriend now), and my parents also won't talk to me. My little sister just looks at me with such a strange expression ... that I can't even be in the same room as her.

Yeah, that was the best time ever."



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^^ Fake. Just so you know.

Yeah, 'cause getting totally wasted at a party and not being able to remember anything is so awesome.

Hilarious. Really.

Oh, and now they're both recounting tales of drinking and driving. Genius.
 

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So I guess grade eight Science comes back to haunt a person eventually.
 

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Welcome to Hell ... it's cold here.
In 2003, there were 86 days of below-freezing weather in Hell, Michigan.
 

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I find it somewhat disheartenening that my Sims get more sleep than I do.
 

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So apparently it's Trig day here ... so they're giving people cookies 'n' such. Too bad I'm too lazy to actually go get any. Ah well. xD
 

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<quote>16. All my school friends are telling me that we are all going to die in the year 2012 due to a meteor hitting earth. Is this true?


Your friends are wrong. The Earth has always been subject to impacts by comets and asteroids, although big hits are very rare. The last big impact was 65 million years ago, and that led to the extinction of the dinosaurs. Today NASA astronomers are carrying out a survey called the Spaceguard Survey to find any large near-Earth asteroids long before they hit. We have already determined that there are no threatening asteroids as large as the one that killed the dinosaurs. All this work is done openly with the discoveries posted every day on the NASA NEO Program Office website (neo.jpl.nasa.gov), so you can see for yourself that nothing is predicted to hit in 2012.
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^^ I lawled.
 

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The count from Sesame Street ... and his song ...

Sometimes he sits and *BEEEEP*-ks all day ... and he gets carried away ...

 

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For Freedom.
And there’ll come a time in your life when you’ll wonder … when you’ll ask yourself if the pain you’re going through is worth it.
If the far away hope, the dream of finally achieving victory is worth your life.
If just seeing one person smile again is worth giving up everything you’ve ever worked for.
And it will seem like no matter how many times you’ll ask yourself, you’ll question and you’ll look, but you just can’t find the answer, because the hurt’s grown too great, the odds are staggering, and you’ve lost so much already.
Can anything be worth it?
That freedom, that sense of purpose.
There will come a time in your life when you realize that there are things worth dying for, there are things worth sacrificing everything you’ve got just to try.
No matter the agony, no matter how many leagues there are ahead of you on the road, and no matter how many people have already been lost, you must go on.
For everyone else, for those who have fallen, for yourself.
For freedom.
 

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Beauty
 

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Holy shit, kids ...
I don't know why so many people are complaining that their life is horrible, 'cause honestly, you have absolutely nothing to complain about.
Do you have a roof over your head?
Do you have access to clean drinking water?
Do you get to eat three square meals a day?
Are you on a computer reading my blog at this very moment?
Are you receiving an education?
Can you read and write?
Do you have people who care about you? (Yes, everyone has SOMEONE. No one's ever truly alone.)
Are you being discriminated against because of the color of your skin? How about your religion? What about your gender?

Kay, come on, people ... us Canadians have it pretty good. I know that some people have family troubles, boyfriend/girlfriend troubles, friend troubles, school troubles, troubles with authority ... the list goes on an on. But in reality, we're pretty damn lucky to live in Canada. We don't have bombings every other day, we don't have people walking around with guns (at least not where I live), and unless you're paranoid, there's really no threat to your life. Unless you count the weather, but meh -- it's out to get us all.

I know I shouldn't really be writing this at all. I complain too. It's what humans do -- we moan and groan about how bad our lives are while there are kids who are never going to reach the age of fifteen because they'll either die of malnutrition or the weather or dehydration or AIDS.

So seriously ... think a little bit before you start complaining. Maybe you'll realize that you can fix whatever your problem is, and sometimes you can't. It's understandable to complain a little bit ... but every single blog about how bad your life is? Give me a break and grow up.

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Electrifying
It must be the electricity between us,
'cause my heart stops whenever I'm around you.
 

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LOL
 

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The World is Just Awesome
 

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All because of you--
All because of you, I believe in angels
Not the kind with wings, no, not the kind with halos
The kind that brings you home
When home becomes a strange place
I'll follow your voice, all you have to do is shout it out
 

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