Toast...Give Me Toast!

Overall, I am a happy, "normal" teenage girl. I have a good life. I enjoy life. I hate, hate, hate, however, the way my mother nags me about everything. She lectured me for two hours on my attitude and the fact that I have no direction. Well, that's what she said, what she meant was that she didn't like the fact the the direction I'm going in isn't the one she wants me to go in. She would love for me to be like Meagan, the clone of mom, who gets good grades and has a job and drives and everything. What, a 100% final mark in art isn't good enough for her?! Why can't I be getting marks like that in math and science, she asks, and the response -one I've told her a hundred times- is I am not taking math or science this year, I can't get grades for courses I'm not taking!
Sorry, I'm done griping now. It's just that I'm feeling rather pressured. I need to relax. Relax and eat toast and Pocky.

Musical Quote of the Day

"Summer has come and past
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends

Like my fathers come to pass
Seven years has gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends

Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are"

-Green Day CD: American Idiot Track: 10 Title: Wake Me Up When September Ends

Dedicated to all of the people who are about my age, and feeling a little lost and scared. It's a big world out there...the door is open, and the parents are gently -yeah, right- pushing us outside. Don't worry, we won't get lost if we stick together. We are finally becoming who we were always meant to be.

We've finished growing up.

I think this is a side affect of grade twelve. And grad dresses. Dammit all.