Teenager posts

#35198

I woke up early today. Mainly because I had band practice before school and I looked like the walking dead the last time I showed up. I had a half hour and I did some ninja speed walking, making coffee for myself and getting dressed. " You almost ready?!" Dad yelled from upstairs. "Dude, I aint waitin' for you! I'm sixteen, good luck getting to work at McDonald's without a car!" That, of course was a lie, but I'm too lazy waiting for him.

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"I don't like this song." My dad glanced at me, then back at the wheel. "Well, change it." He replied. Apparently he doesn't approve my new and improved laze voice. I exaggerated, weakly lifting my arm, shifting my weight to my upper part. He glanced again. "Ohmigosh just forget it, only lasts another two minutes." "Another freaking two minutes of my life wasted listening to radioactive!" I screamed. He should stop with this conversation by now, the same thing has been going on since I wanted to keep listening to Dora the explorer since I was four. Months younger. " NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!" Dad freaked, stopping the car "WAT???!!" I screamed again, wailing my pain "PORQUE????!!!!" He caught the terrible Spanglish, getting a pissed look on his face, starting the car again.

"What the h*** was that this time." He asked. I, lady of sarcasm and lays potato chips, made an 'excuhyuzze me' expression. "I freaking forgot to brush my hair!!" Before responding, I remembered, I had a hair tie. I've never attempted this before, because I think it's punishment for my hair and it has been an angel to me since my mom's c-section. I pulled and twisted around my hair, wrapping it in a bun. I winced, tightening it. "WHOOOOO!!!" I screeched. The bun... Actually felt good.. I should definitely do this more often. Is this what it feels like to be a popular? It feels cute...fresh..less like barbecue.... We stopped by my school, I grabbed