rant numero [insert number here];;

I like to complain. It's part of my blood, I guess. But it's just one of those things I do to annoy people, with my way of sounding like my parents.

Mom complaining:
"Our room doesn't have a very nice view. We also got dirty sheets. We deserve a better room!"

Dad complaining:
"Your amp is too loud."

Me complaining:
Le gasp, it's my whole blog!

Anyway, I thought I'd take the time to rant about--you guessed it--ranting and complaining. Have you noticed that when you read people's blogs, they're titled things like "Rant Number 17" or "Why I love alphabet soup" and shit like that? I prefer titles that don't share the same thing as whatever I'm writing about. Except today. Today I copy rants and do stuff.

SO ANYWAY. My mom totally thinks I'm a stupid, obnoxious freak. Reason #1: She is the type of mother to beg her daughter to wear miniskirts and makeup. I am the type of daughter to wear skinny jeans and no makeup at all (although people come up to me everyday asking me how to do makeup - wtf?). Reason #2: She loves tennis. I loathe tennis, but I'll play it if I have friends there (excluding Lindsay - she's too good xDD) and to stay athletic. Reason #3: She finds no point in action movies, acting, or playing guitar. I love those three things.

As you can see, we are polar opposites. Even Sarina, my bff, notices this (she once dared me to come to school and act exactly like my mom would xD). Sure, my mom and I are both trained to be polite to other people and whatnot, but I don't see how anyone gets along with her. She talks about her amazingness at tennis and yells for days when I don't play.

She also tried to get me to sign up for ballet again. She told me she'd take away my soccer and hip hop if I didn't play tennis and dance ballet. I HATE TENNIS AND BALLET. SO. MUCH.

Of course, my mom is the kind of mom every girl wants (designer closet, loves shopping for daughter, blaaa). I prefer the mom who bakes homemade cookies, helps her children with homework, and has a proven education. But I do love my mom. Cause she's, you know, my mom. She just seems to think I'm horrible.

Oh, and remember how a long time ago I talked about "Wolverine"/Sam and how he liked me and blablablaaaa? Well anywho, he told me like two months ago that he was grounded. And apparently he's been ungrounded and never told me because he forgot about me which made me cry. So I wrote a song. I'll post it on YouTube...sometime. Check this account: youtube.com/thelightsaberduo . My friend Hannah posted a video already :)

I'm starting to think that the person I was while on the cruise, the brave one who didn't care if she sang in front of people or told the guy she liked him, is the real me. And I'm only shy because I'm forced into the background all the time.

At school, I'm that weird loner girl who hangs out with the semi-popular kids but doesn't seem to fit in with her skinny jeans and always-having-a-guitar-pick-in-her-pocket.

On the cruise, I was Tessa, the girl who was 15 but willing to hang out with the 14-year-olds cause she just wanted to kick back and relax. The girl who willingly sang karaoke in front of random people and actually kicked ass. The girl who almost beat House of the Dead. The girl who told the guy she liked that she liked him but also freaked out. The girl who didn't care if she was wearing a dress during a scavenger hunt or gladiator sandals during capture the flag.

I want to be Tessa, the girl on the cruise. Starting sophomore year, I am so breaking out of my shell.