You dont need to be drunk to be happy

Well...I havent posted in what seems a long time, but really its only been about a week...how scary...
Time is not passing soon enough...

Its Thanksgiving this Thursday, and I wish it was over.
Ugh...what is thanksgiving?
Well duh..its about Indians and white people..and the mayflower...
Personally I could care less...

What is Thanksgiving nowadays?
People getting togeather to eat and eat and eat...
Ugh...
This year, its going to be a party with some neighbors that have lived by us forever, and my aunt and grandfather...

Im going to be the only fifteen year old there...
I could hang out with the 'guys' who are in their twenties, and my neighbors sons...
They are in collage and work full time jobs...
They sit there and...eat...and play video games....ugh
Or i could hang out with the little kids, my neighbor girl and cousin, who are eight, and twelve...
Though its funny, cause the eight year old acts like shes twenty and the twelve year old acts like shes eight...sigh

Guess I'll just sit in my room...

Ooh!!!
But the good news is I got a solo, in the ballet production!
Im the only one in my age group with a solo, all the other soloists are older...

We are doing Beauty and the Beast,
all the solo parts are filled up with the older girls...
Im the footstool dog thingy...hahahaha
Ah well...its a small part, but none the less, its mine, and Im extremely proud of it..
Plus im also in all the chorus's dances...

Where is Superman when you need him?

The world is a horrible place.

You have to look at the world and dig and dig through all the nastiness until you get to the good.
I've been reading the newspaper, and its horrible depressing.

I found myself glancing at it, and being like, "Mhmm, someone was killed, someone saved animals, and someone found their 8 year old daughter lying dead and bloody in a ditch...thats nice."

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!! No its not....
Some lady just got kidnapped, in a house not far from where the mangled little girl was found.
No one found that little girl until three years later or something. I think she was taken when she was five....anyway...

Why do I read it? Dont ask me...
Why cant i stop? I have no idea..but everyday it shows up on our driveway, and I waltz merrily over to pick it up and to read about who was killed, hurt, or arrested...

Lovely....