We're all part of the same sick little games && I need to get away g e t a w a y.
I'm wasting the days;; I throw them away. Losing it all on these sick. little. games.

My parents are smuthering me - like a pillow to the face - and I don't think I can get up for air. The simple task of not listening. Just utter anger; constant yelling and screaming. For what? Not the highest GPA possible? For doing something different? For TRYING to have a life?

Two days of the whole three month summer is what I have been allowed to use to hangout with my friends. Are adults not the ones who came up with "time flys" ?!

I do believe they did. So how can a miniscule time of two days -- fourty eight hours -- make up for all the lost time. lost secrets. lost memories. which must be restored into the young minds of us youthful teens.

and then the all too cliché saying comes up and smacks us in the face like a hand with no kindness or pity.
"just this once"
so simple -- yet so complex -- all at the same time. how can this be, you ask? Well, I fear I am with you as I do not know the answer. You try to explain yourself;; but their cold, angry, sharp voice has you refraining from saying anything further. You continue to just stand there in awshock as they bring up "instances" from years ago and unrelated topics. Once their tone and overall aura has swamped you., you leave for your room.

But oh no, it doesn't end there, does it? No. After, you will be punished for beign rude and disrespectful for standign there and not saying anything. Oh, and you see that sock on the ground missy? Yeah. You're in trouble for that. Now this room better be fucking spotless in five minutes.

And a door slams shut. What am I, wonder woman? Speedy Sue? No, I dont think so.

For all of you who have been through this exact same thing -- or some variation of it --, you understand and can call what happens next. play by play. You change into your pajamas, brush your teeth, and get ready for bed. You climb in, lock your door, and listen to the noise of fighting. Who HASN'T been there?

What happens the next morning suprises me the most though. When you get in contact with your parents (a.k.a. when they get home) you leave the room or stick it out; you wait for most accusations to take place....
but no. oh no. instead they just smile and act happy.


who knows. well that's my latest growing pain. until next time.

The date of my last post was exactly one month ago. Of course, this means that i have to write another. But I'm going to try to update more recently. Not like anyone really wants to read this thing anyways.

But how shall I start this collection of nouns and verbs ...an update perhaps?
When I last left this blog, I was packing to leave for the place that I couldn't go more than eight hours without thinking about. How was it, you may be wondering. Well words can't even begin to cover it. Especially the view from the mountain. The vision which you saw when you gazed out past the white, slushy snow, the metal and plastic rails, the inviting jumps and the groups of snowboarders who have all come here for a common cause, was breath-taking in every way. After nine days, I still wasn't used to it.

Then I started on my next adventure of the annual trip to my "homeland" or at least one of them. --pause--

How can anyone say that they are of one nationality or another? Everyone's parents have come from some place or another. None of us originiated in the country we currently reside in. Unless of couse, you're whole family live in Africa and have never moved from there.

Speaking of, a family like that is the Samburu Tribe. Are you aware of what they go through everyday? The women walk around twelve long, hot, straining miles everyday with buckets to try to find water, clean or not, to bring back for their children. Most days, though, result with nothing. How would you like it if that's how you lived? Does it open up your eyes to the massive fortune that we are in? We take so much for granted and this one tribe should help put everything in perspective.

Now if you are one of those people who have just had their heart tugged at, then fear not. You can help. I have, and it's quite simple.

If you notice on the left hand side of my page, there is a section that says;; "help save the world";;
under, is a few links. Click on the one that says, "The Samburu Project". It will take you straight to the page that is dedicated to helping these poor women who suffer risks in health, family, and education, if they dont find fresh water.

What are they fantastic people doing, you ask? They build wells for them so that they can collect fresh water without walking 12 miles and risking the health of the women.

What did I do? Surely, a girl of my age and location couldn't have done anything. Well that's not exactly true. I've donated in my own way by buying to teeshirts from them which goes to the cause.

If you're like me, and you want to help change the world, take small steps first. It's not as hard as you think. trust me.