Brinda, Alla Vita

   Just another sleepover?

   I THINK NOT.

   Dish-pirating is hard work... To be a dish pirate, you must fulfill two requirements. 1: Wear ridiculous velvet pirate hats without complaint, and 2: be named Shelby or Claire. You must also enjoy washing dishes.

   So yesterday, before Shelby joined me at my abode, I took a little tumble. Down 14 stairs. I then hit my head on the tile in front of the door. Why did I do this? BECAUSE I SUCK AT LIFE. I'm ridiculously accident-prone, if you haven't read my profile, therefore if there is a possibility for me to get hurt, I will get hurt. Just something I've learned to deal with.

   "Be nice to me Shelby, I'm concussed!"

   Oh dear, I'm babbling. I think I'll wrap this up.

GOODBYE.

Love Always,

Bumbling, Babbling, Calamitous Claire.

It Smiles Like Disaster

   Soooooooo. Hello again! Yes, you, my invisible reader! You most likely don't exist, but I persevere. 

   I do not understand teenage relationships. AT ALL. "Ooooh I love you, we're in love, we're perfect for each other, everybody's jealous of what we have, TRUE LOOOOOVE."

Then comes the "I don't love you anymore, I'm really in love with your best friend, we loooove each other! Nothing will tear us apaaaart!"

WHY? This makes absolutely no sense to me.

It's not love. In any way shape or form. You want love? Look at my grandparents. Teenagers are so emotionally unstable, who are we to judge that we're in love? It's ridiculous.

   I really didn't want this blog to be just rants, and so far, it hasn't been. Out of the three posts before this, none were angry teenager-type rants. So I deserve one, right?

   Back to ranting. TEENAGERS IN RELATIONSHIPS ARE ANNOYING. Hey, I'll be the first one to say that if I was in a relationship (which I'm not), I'd probably be annoying too. I just wouldn't bulls*** like I was in love, even though I honestly wasn't. Because that's more annoying than making out in hallways or giggling like some weird, possessed five year old.

Love Always,

Cruel, Jealous, Calamitous Claire

Let Me Tell You 'Bout My Beeeest Friend...

   Warm-hearted person who'll love me til the end...

   Well, her name is Shelby. She has idiopathic hypersomnia (AKA Sleep-too-much-itis). We only have two classes together this semester. We take too many pictures, have a webshow, and make chili-mac. We spend summers together and are there for each other for everything. Her father is a cupcake with an affinity for swords and masks. She makes me cry everyday- from laughter of course. She knows my mother almost as well as I do. She hugs my sister more often than me.

  She doesn't have to be related to me to be part of my family.

Just Put On A Smilin' Face

   I think we need to stage an intervention. I'm becoming fast addicted to the most potent of drugs- USA Network. Yes, the TV station. It has everything I need to satiate my addiction,what with NCIS, Law & Order:SVU, Monk, Psych and...House.

   It all began with a trip to Hawaii. I admit that it was beautiful and sunny for the most part, that is, when it wasn't raining. During these torrential downpours, Marie, my mother, and I were pretty much confined to our hotel room. This hotel room was the proud recipient of a flat-screen TV that only got news channels, Nickelodeon, and USA.

   Whilst Spongebob can be entertaining, it just doesn't really provide the drama of a drug-addicted doctor or an annoyingly clean detective. I now watch shows on this network every single day... I'm afraid I can't stop.

  One more re-run can't hurt, can it?

New Beginnings

   Seeing as both my mother and best friend managed to get blogs before I did, I figured I'd try it out. 

   Today I saw my *Official High School Transcript*. I swear the world stopped for a second as I came to the realization that what I do right now actually matters.

   Not an awesome feeling, as I got two C's. Two C's that I promised my mother were better. And they were. Until final tests rolled around and I realized that I've learned nothing in Biology. Well, I've learned things, but excuse me if I move the phases of mitosis out of my head to make room for more important things...like getting addicted to Tap Tap Revenge for the iTouch. Damn you Shelby Burdge.

   I suppose I could've done much worse. I didn't fail any classes, but I doubt my mother will accept that as an excuse. But this semester, I tried. I really really tried. I did my homework, studied (when I could), and worked during class. It's not gonna be enough though.

   But hey, I pulled a B in Ceramics. The one class I have no skill in whatsoever.

   Awesome.