So I'm not a little kids person(or people person in general) at all, and my little cousin is sleeping over. She's four-almost five-and I'm almost insane. In the car she was screaming everything she was saying even though my mom-who was the person she was talking to-was less then a foot away from her. She was also holding up a mini bird house by a glow stick and she acted as though it was a magical feat she just did. And she has to sleep in my room because I have a trundle bed and while I was rearranging my entire room so she could sleep there and pulling out the bed she wouldn't stop talking even though I wasn't responding to anything. When it's time for her to make the bed my mom says "why don't you chose one of her stuffed animals because she has a lot." (I have like five) (I have this wicker basket sort of thing where I keep the stuffed animals that are sentimental to me.) I straight out tell her. "You can choose one stuffed animal just can you please put all the ones that you take out back in the basket please." You know what she does? Throws the stuffed animals across the room and chooses like three and doesn't put the ones she took out back. So yeah...I'm about to go insane. For all those people out there who are gonna hate on me because she's only four. IM NOT A LITTLE KID PERSON! I don't really like little kids. I find them annoying and loud and headache causing. So for those people who say that's she's only four and I should be fine with it, it's not my fault. Little kids grate on my nerves and there's nothing I can do to change that. Also the song Miracle from Matilda The Musical is fantastic example of why I dint like little kids.
Also I'm laying in bed pondering life's greatest questions suck as: What was before time? What did the dinosaurs truly look like? Why do adults say that having a sibling is a good thing? How was Einstein so smart? Could The Flash be real? Are fairy tale characters actually in a realm called The Enchanted Forest? Why didn't I get my Hogwarts letter yet? When Heathers wandered into my mind. The line from Veronica in Beautiful was so true all I could do was sigh. The line is "I look around at all the kids I knew from elementary school and all I can say is...What happened?" It's so incredibly true it's sad. Of course I'm only in seventh grade but it's still true and the fact that I'm only I seventh grade makes it even sadder.
