Disease Gone! Now, Moving On To Bigger And Better Things!

So, I'm feeling fine and dandy today.

Wanna know why?

I got a second job. You know, because I want to have no social life whatsoever. Doesn't every teenager want that?

I'm hoping I'll be able to balance my extremely full plate of extra-curricular classes and activities and drill team and job #1 and the boyfriend and...

Oh this should be interesting.

A bit of an experiment, perhaps?

We shall see!

:(

sicksicksicksicksick.

sick.

No fun, no fun at all.

Birth Control With Teenagers

Alright, I'm about to get rather personal with you people. If there are people. I wouldn't know because no one ever leaves comments. If only...

Well, here goes. I have ovarian cysts, which isn't a big deal or anything, but it makes that time of the month absolute hell for me (and my parents, for that matter). I've tried loading up on Advil before it gets bad, heat packs, blah blah blah whatever. Nothing works. I'm still down for a good 4 hours. Which, in my hectic teenager schedule, is no bueno. So, awhile ago, I proposed getting a birth control pill, solely for these stupid cysts. My dad is under the impression that if I were to get birth control, I will automatically become a hoe and start humping anything that moves. (That is not what would go down, thank you very much.) I see no problem with a 16-year-old taking birth control, whether it be for cysts or sex or any other shenanigans.

Is it better to have your daughter protected from all the lovely happenings associated with maturity, or shall we just sweep that subject under the table?

And, because I'm seeing this subject come up; No, I am not religious. So commence the biting off of my head.

What Other Shenanigans Can I Get Myself Into?

So, in America, at age 18, you can

1. Buy cigarettes. Ew.

2. Buy porn.

3. A plethora of other things that a 16-year-old such as myself cannot legally do.

So, why can't you legally drink at 18?

If you can serve your country, I'm pretty sure you should be able to have a celebratory beer. Yes, this is a teenager's opinion, but honestly, its not like all the 18-year-olds you know aren't drinking already. Yeah, yeah, bad logic. But really, what's the problem?

I really would love some feedback on this one. I know its a short post, but let me know what your opinion is. Thanks lovelies :D

Fake Eyelashes On A Ten-Year-Old. Yum.

what shall I rant about today?

Ah! Living vicariously through your kids is always a favorite subject of mine. :)

I'll start with the show Toddlers In Tiaras on TLC. If you haven't seen the show, its basically a beauty pageant for ten-year-olds and younger. Which means the kids get to wear dresses more expensive than my prom dress, fake eyelashes the most professional of drag queens would be jealous of, and fake teeth by great aunt would have killed to have shoved in her mouth. Yes friends, these girls wear fake teeth. Because their baby teeth aren't the epitome of sexiness for a ten year old. Yummy.

But thats not even the worst part. The moms on that show make me cringe. I'm not saying that every pageant mom is as bad as the ones on this show are, because lets face it, its a reality show. Which means its about as far from reality as it gets. But these women... yikes. They are the perfect example of someone living vicariously through their child. Most of the mothers were once, or once tried to be a pageant girl, which already makes for a psycho-mom persona. They practically force their daughters to shake their asses like a twenty-one-year-old at the club, which almost induces vomiting. They want their daughter to win, like any parent would, but they just seem to take it a wee bit too far.

I know, I know. I'm sure in however many years, when I pop out a baby Alex, I'm going to want her to do some cute thing that none of the other babies can do... blah blah blah. But really, with the spray on tans, fake teeth, huge hair, and skimpy sparkly dresses, these poor girls are just trying to be trophy wives. Bleh.

And why, you may ask, am I so passionate about my hatred of this phenomena? Well lovelies, I have personally encountered the ever so unfortunate "dance moms" associated with competitive dance. Yes, that was once me. No fake teeth (ew), but I did rock some fabulously overdone makeup and costumes my dad was embarrassed of. Now mind you, I loved what I did, even though I wasn't the best. Thats probably why I enjoyed it so much, now that I think about it. My mom and dad were always at my competitions, but to me, they didn't take it too far, by any means. Especially when there were other moms, even at my studio, that practically shat themselves if their daughter's hair wasn't perfect, or their makeup wasn't dark enough.

So here's my solution: chill your shit people.

Its not the end of the world, its just the parent's last chance to make their personal dreams come true. Let the kids decide what they want to do, and hey, theres a ninety percent chance that they'll want to do what the parents did.

And again, I would love to hear your ideas :D

How Short Of A Leash Are We Talking Here?

Disclaimer: I am very aware of the fact that I am not a parent (thank god for that one.), nor will I be a parent for a while to come. Therefore, my opinions do not come from personal parenting experience, but my experiences from being... parent-ed.

As a parent, one would hope you want to be there for your child at all times, ready to help, or make sure they don't do stupid teenager irresponsible things, that all teenagers will do/have done at one time or another. Usually, its easiest to just let your kid stay at the house, invite people over there, so as to keep track of the hooligans. Am I right?
For New Years, I'm having a few people people over. Not a party by any means, but a gathering of friends. But somehow, I'm not supposed to supply any food for the guests. Que?? Is it better to not spend any money and make someone else's parents provide food at someone else's parent's house, or to spend a wee bit o' money (that I earn, I have a job), and keep the teenagers in your own line of focus?
I want to hear your opinions on this one. And for that matter, any post to come. I, being a bratty teenager, love to argue, so lets hear your thoughts!

:)

And Here We Go...

Well friends, here we are. I'm starting a blog. Scary.

This blog is pretty much what I, a sixteen-year-old suburban brat, thinks about parenting strategies, choices, and anything else that pops into my caffeine-filled head. So lovelies, enjoy.

(And don't judge at the failure that is my page. Pretty boring right now, I'll pretty it up later.)