Smoking weed (and anything else) is so ridiculous. Why the freak would you want to ruin your brain like that? I don’t get it. I guess I just don’t want to die really early and be all screwed up from smoking weed as a teenager. But whatever. Its your life I guess. I can’t tell you how to live it.
Ok, so onto the real reason I’m writing tonight.
Weightlifting. It seems like so many people think weightlifting (girls weightlifting anyways) is only for big, masculine girls. That’s so not true. That’s why there are different weight classes. You can be tiny and only weigh a hundred pounds and still be really good — because you are going against people your own weight, not someone twice your size. It doesn’t matter how big or small you are. I am so tired of telling people I’m starting to do weightlifting just for them to look at me and start laughing and say, “Seriously? You’re doing weightlifting?” Yeah, I am. I hate getting that reaction. It really makes my confidence drop to about -10. And it sucks. Stop judging me, and understand what you’re talking about before you start laughing. There are big, muscular guys on football teams, and there’s also smaller, scrawny guys that can move really fast. You have to have some variety on a sports team for it to be good. And weightlifting is no exception. If everyone was the exact some size and weight, competing would be so much harder for us and there wouldn’t be as many winners…
A 15 year old girl holds her 1 year old son, people call her a slut. But no one knew she was raped at 13. Make fun of someone for being fat, but you don't know that person has a serious medical condition that causes her to be fat. Call the old guy ugly, but you don't know if he got a serious face injury after serving the country or saving a life. Stop stereotyping and think before you start talking trash of others.
I really should go to bed…I’m going to be so tired tomorrow. But instead, I’m going to write about my spring break (;
For the most part, I didn’t really do that much. Normally I have real plans and whatnot over spring break. This year though, none. I got my Learner’s Permit, though, so I can legally drive now! Watch out everyone (; ha…
I didn’t get to hang out with anyone unfortunately. ): But I still enjoyed not being at school and not dealing with that stress.
Now, for the big thing. I went to a weekend camp thing with my church youth group this past weekend, and I’ve gone before, so it wasn’t really anything new. But I had an amazing time. I go to a Unity church, and the people are just so nice and accepting…it’s great. It’s just, like, really awesome to be surrounded by 150+ amazing, accepting people for a whole weekend. The theme this time was “Feelin the Healin,” and it seems like every time I go, the theme is exactly what I need in my life at the time. The Sunday service was great. The guy speaking was amazing, and his message was so good. He was talking about how you don’t need to worry about everything, and you don’t need to plan out your whole life all at once. Just take things one step at a time. You can’t plan out your whole life anyways, because things never go exactly as you plan them anyways. How everyone makes mistakes, and you have to take the good with the bad. How you have to appreciate the little things in life, like a delicious meal or a beautiful sunset. Anyways, it was just great.
Also; I think I’m going to do weightlifting conditioning. It starts this week, but I probably won’t start til next week, if I do decide to do it. I’m pretty sure I can commit to it this time, for real. I’m excited about it. I really want to get in shape and be healthier.
So yeah. I believe that’s all for now. Goodnight, world! ♥
Truth is, I get jealous easily because whats mine is mine. I’m stubborn as hell, I say sorry too much. I act like I don’t give a fuck because I care too much. I over analyze the smallest of things & probably come off as a bitch to simply guard myself.
•See that boy doing his homework in homeroom? ... He couldn't do it last night because he was too busy talking his best friend out of suicide. See that girl, with her face caked in make up? ... She's bullied, she needs to feel beautiful. See him, the one who wears long sleeves everyday? ... He covers his arms to hide the scars. See her, with the cheap, hand-me-down clothes? ... Her family can't afford food for half the month, let alone get brand names. See the girl who laughs and smiles at every little thing? ... She cries herself to sleep every night. Wonder why she never lets her friends over her house? ... Because she's afraid they'll see her dad passed out drunk on the floor, as always. See how that girl cringes as rape jokes? ... She was raped. See the boy who everyone goes to for advice? ... He wishes someone would do the same for him. See the girl who never brings a lunch? ... She's disgusted by her body. See her, with the little waist? ... She goes to the bathroom and forces herself to throw up so that she can keep her waist that way. See the boy over there, see the dark circles under his eyes? ... He has insomnia, he fears what he'll see in his dreams. See that girl daydreaming over there? ... She has schizophrenia. See the boy biting his nails? ... He has cancer and he's wondering how much time he has left. See your best friend? ... She's addicted to drugs, but she can't tell you because you wont understand. See that boy reading all about 9/11? ... His parents died on that day. See her, with her phone on her at all times? ... She's waiting for a call saying her sister was found after a kidnapping 4 years ago. Don't judge.