Christmas at Home

December 21st, 2007

Well, I'm not so good at blogging, or, in my opinion I'm not. But in 16 years of living, I think I've actually learned quite a few valuable lessons. Not that I am all knowing or wise by any stretch of the imagination, however, surviving in this house sometimes is a nightmare.
It's a little scary being just a little over a year and a half away from being on my own. That's what everyone says, but I understand why. More so than I did a couple of years ago. I have wasted some of my high school life already, and I regret it. I've changed a lot in the past couple of years and have finally gotten to the point where I truly, with all of my heart don't care what people think anymore. They can think I'm ugly, or weird, or dorky, but honestly, I could care less. And it feels good. I have realized that I don't need a boy to complete me, and it doesn't really matter whether something will supposedly "make me fat" because as long as I feel good about myself, why should I have to worry about being fat. It has seriously been irritating me lately that the girls in our high school worry about this a lot. Not all of them, but many of them do, and I just want to scream at them, "Who cares?! We're still young!" We don't have to figure out who we're going to marry or how many pounds a donut is going to put on us(don't get me wrong, I definitely think there's a limit).
On another note, Christmas is four days away and I'm just excited to be able to have a break. I just wish I could go far away. I don't want to be stuck at home. I would love some place warm and sunny. How clique is that? Happy Holidays, everyone.