On that note...

Alright so this week has been an eye opener to me. From the never ending fights and bickering with the parentals from the drama that every teenager goes through. What I've noticed about myself is that I hide behind a mask. Some people might not even notice and some people who I tell everything to know perfectly well. Insecurity is mostly one of them. I went shopping the other day and got into a huge fight with my mom blah blah blah. Boys have it easy. Sheesh growing up as a teenage girl is freakin hard. Especially that stage when you're trying to define yourself through your clothes because everyone you know judges who you are by what you wear. But what if I wanna wear preppy clothes on day, scene clothes the next, and I wear vintage the day after. What does that make me? I once was talking to a friend who thought I was a prep and I told them "Just because I dress like a girl and can't wear skinny jeans and a band t-shirt every day doesn't make me a prep. My lunchroom "cliques" (I hope I spelled that right) are defined by what we wear. If you wear black, skinny jeans, band shirts, and converse every day that puts you with that group of people. If you wear all the clothes from AE, Aero, Hollister, etc. then you're instantly put in with those people. But what happens to the people who dress in skinny jeans, band shirts, converse, but then maybe a nice shirt from Pac Sun that's not a t-shirt and flats. Where does that put me? If I'm gonna be judged by where I fit in by what I wear then really I have no place to go. I'd have to move tables every day just because I wore vintage today. So back to my insecurity point, being a girl and sitting at the table who wear converse, skinny jeans, and band shirts most of the time, I'm pressured to dress just like them. What if I don't want to? It's also hard because I have to OK everything with my mom and if she doesn't like it I can't get it which is another venting session in itself. So sometimes I have to dress in somewhat girly stuff. I guess I won't be able to get away from it until I'm out of high school. Until then I'll be trying to please all my peers and be insecure of what I wear. But somedays I just don't give crap. And somedays has turned to most days, I've gotten over the thought of everyone judging me. Go ahead and judge me. It's just clothes. And if I don't look like everyone else in the whole freakin world I really don't care. Because i don't want to I wanna be ME. Alright so my venting session is over. Have a good rest of spring break for those who read my blog. Which is probably like 1 person maybe. Goodbye! :]

OK I hate it when girls that you think are you're friends flirt with your boyfriend. Seriously? Ok first of all, the person I'm talking about, has only met him like twice. Gosh, I don't care if it was "innocent" or what. Bleh... Ima have to talk to Jenna. JENNA I NEED TO CALL YOU!!! You know the person! Seriously I'm gonna freakin shoot the next girl who flirts with my boyfriend... in the face. :)

La La La... wow what the heck??!!

OK have you ever listened to a song like from way back when that you used to listen to all the time when you were a kid and now you listen to it and actually listen to what they're saying. It's bad! It's all about nasty stuff.

Then I'm like "I'm glad I never knew what they were singing about, I would have been stripped of all innocence." BUM BUM BUMMM!

Like Angel in the Centerfold, I know all the lyrics to that from when I listened to it when I was a kid and now it's like... ewww. Anybody else had that happen to them before? Lemme know! I'm trying to make my blog less boring so if ya'll gots some ideas tell meh! :)

Ok so I have these random poems that come into my head from the way I'm feeling and I'm debating whether I should put them on here or not. They're SUPER cheesy.

I heard the awesomest thing today. My Bible teacher was talking about hookas (fancy Indian bong-like thing) and he was talking about our lungs and he was like "Our lungs were meant to pass gas.... i made that sound wrong. Yep I just bend over and my lungs pass gas and that's how it works." Yeah I thought that was AmAzInG. :D

Spring Break BABY! I got no plans except hangin wit meh frenns! :)

Well for the people who read my blog/follow my day was interesting. I'll sum it up in a poem I worte... just now.

Biology is like the sun you can only look at it for so long until your face melts off.

Bible is like swimming in an ocean full of amazingness.

Geometry sucks so that's why I'm glad I didn't go today.

Pop's class which is English is like eating chocolate ice cream while in the shower. It's relaxes me.

Lunch is like a bipolar person. Sometimes I hate the people I sit with, sometimes I don't.

Government is like banging your head against 5000 rusty nails. Nuff said.

Spanish is muy bien. We learn things like "Estoy en la ducha" and "Me gusta poner mi gato en el horno" I'll let you figure that out on your own.

And last elective is cool, unless we have to do work then it's like.... dang it.

THE END.

Colons....?

Alright this is NOT about you're internal organ the lovely colon. It's about the symbol. This symbol right here, : Now am I the only one who finds this weird/interesting. First of all why "colon"? It looks nothing like a colon! More like a... like a... squirrel house.... well you know how they have the holes in the trees for their homes.... ok well colon is an unfit name. And that's a fact.

Ok so I guess I'll start with an introduction. I'm XxBadBri_TDWPxX but you can call me BadBri. (the TDWP stands for The Devil Wears Prada, amazing band.) I'm making this blog because... well I wanted to vent to the world and share my views without being a butt to everyone I know. If you want you can post a comment (highly appreciated) expressing your views on what I say in my posts. Well i guess I'll tell you guys a little bit about myself. I'm an artist, guitarist, and an insane music lover. Hmm... man I'm having a serious brain fart so if you want to know anything about me you can ask me. Oh I know I LOVE JESUS! :) haha I had to put that in there. Alright well I guess I'll get this blog started. Lights, camera, ACTION!