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But I’m Awkward Than That Princess Who Made Out With a Frog


Ah, another random, yet telling title.
Hello, folksies. It’s been a while.
So, for anyone who cares, this is a little blip on the life of Miss Vera, and I thought I’d share it, since talking to people I know has been less successful than trying to communicate to my dog that my shoes were not edible.
Yesterday, I was just sitting in history, reading a book that is irritating me to no end (but I have no time for another trip to the library) and waiting for the class clowns in my class to quiet down. My teacher places a little white slip on my desk, and my heart stutters.
I’ve been called to the counselor’s office.
The period passes by agonizingly slow, until my teacher gives me leave to head to the counselor’s office. It was a windy day, and I was mentally reviewing anything bad I could’ve done that might have warranted a call slip. Nothing came to mind. My idea of rebellion is staying up till the wee hours of the morning every night.
So I knocked on the door and smiled at my counselor (lovely woman, not one of the Grinch-esque old women with dried drool practically caked into their wrinkles).
“Hi!” I said nervously.
“Hey,” she smiled, and motioned for me to take a seat.
I sat, careful not to knock over one of her frames.
“Did I do something bad?” I blurted.
She looked up, startled. “No! Something good, in fact. Here, let me just get you a copy…”
She handed me a paper, and began explaining before I had a chance to read it. “You’ve been nominated to be interviewed for the American Auxiliary League, or Girl’s State. Do you know what that is?”
I shook my head no.
“It’s a program where you and many other girls campaign and ‘govern’ as if you were in your own state. You’d stay in a dorm for a week-if you’re selected- and it’s a great thing to put on a college app.”
Hopefully, the huge “HUH” in my mind wasn’t stamped on my face. “So it’s like we’re the government? And I’d be living there?”
“Uum…why was I nominated? Like, from everyone else? Who nominated me?”
She looks surprised. “Well, I did. And…you’re in AP Us history.”
Bear in mind, there are three APUSH classes. And I have a B. Personally, I think it’s cause I’m one of her favorite students, but I’m not sure.
-End of Dialogue
I headed to math after that (ugh), excited, wanting to screech. What an opportunity! An actual dorm! Government!
When I told my parents, my Dad’s excitement hit the roof. He went on about how could see me as Senator, popularity advice,etc etc. My excitement had dimmed a bit, and after I researched the program, was bordering on nausea. Hundreds of girls went, the brightest of the bright, and we had to campaign for positions. The interview wouldn’t be one on one, you’d be with the other girls vying to be delegates.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not anti-social. But if you’ve been following my posts, you’re aware that I’m reserved with people I don’t know. Sure, I can be charismatic, charming, flattering….but only for a certain time. I have a social limit.
Then I’m more awkward than that princess who made out with a frog.
If by some miracle I manage to bag the interview and am chosen as delegate, I CANNOT GO ON STAGE AND ENCOURAGE HUNDREDS OF STRANGE GIRLS TO VOTE FOR ME.
I’d end of a) puking b) fainting c) laughing hysterically before bursting into tears and crying for my mommy or d) all of the above.
What should I do, folks? My parent’s (Dad) are super excited, and on some level, so am I. But can I do it? Yoda would probably give me some advice like, “Never know till try, you will.” So if anyone actually bothered to read through all this, any realistic advice for a freaking out teen?

Peace, Love, & Coffee~~

Love As We Know It


It’s no mystery that we are all searching for that significant other. 

I’m sorry; I can’t vouch for what it is men are looking for. I would consult my brother, but he’s 12, and asking my dad is just weird, 

There’s the preordained checklist: He/she must have ___eye color, this/that job

Watching movies and reading books where the love is epic and perfect gives hope at first, but after awhile, it just makes you long for something. I can’t explain it, really. I’m not looking for a relationship until college, but there’s something romantic in thinking that the perfect person for you is out there. I wish time would speed up, so that we could live that fairytale romance already! Will it be Meg Ryan’s and Tom Hank’s funny love story from You’ve Got Mail?

Maybe it’ll be a bitter battle, like Ted Moseby (How I met Your Mother). All I know is that I’m an emotional person; I can relate to every song I listen to. 

What is love? A corny, sappy question, but one with merit. Its like a finger print; it’s different for each person. You can have a whirlwind romance, you can marry your high school sweetheart, you can fall for the guy who’s been by your side your entire side. 

I sound like a desperate romantic. I know the world is harsh, and somewhat sadistic. I’m not ready for reality, honestly. There are a lot of things that suck about being a sixteen year old girl. 

But being hopelessly in love with what might be isn’t one of them.

Why Being a Teenager Sucks


Agh, so many reasons. This is coming from a sixteen year old girls perspective. Let’s see:

  1. Insecurity: We may seem like we’re filled with swagger and confident. I mean, just look at those guys. You gotta have pluck to be okay with wearing your pants around your ankles. But alas, most us are cripplingly insecure. We’re not comfortable in our skin, and one social faux pas can give us nightmares for weeks. We worry about people passing by our lunch table and seeing how many people sit with us, or saying something wrong, seeming transparent. 
  2. High School: Seriously, this should be banned as an institution. It’s like being in prison. And if you’re a goodie two shoes like me, you actually care. Whenever I think I’m in trouble, I get this burn in my chest that feels suspiciously like acid- reflux. That damn bell shepherding us like a bunch of sheep from class to class, the blank teachers, the monotony. Grades, friends, homework, asshole math teachers…it’s like a suffocating blanket we have to battle against for four years. 
  3. Hormones: I repeat, I’m a girl. And from the social media and several guy friends, their hormones make the chart on the ecological deterioration in South Africa seem pitiful. I’m a girl and when a guy catches my eye, i have no problem unabashedly staring at his back and then being red and flustered if he talks to me. I have fantasies of a whirlwind romance, secret smiles, and love at first sight. I mean, sometimes there’s the “Geez, I’d love to jump his bones” thought, but it’s mostly wishing you had your own Cinderella story. Guys, apparently (again, second hand info), have a more…ehm….one- track mind. 
  4. Emotions: It’s like going to Six Flags. You’re up, down, and sometimes you have no idea what the heck is going on. One minute I want to fly and sing, the other your scouring for any mofo who’s stupid enough to cross you path. 
  5. Desire to Do Nothing: self- explanatory. 
  6. The Parentals: Sometimes you’re parents know what’s happening with you so accurately you gasp, sometimes they’re so clueless it’s sad. 
  7. Depression: There, I said it. Someone had to. I’d bet my hands (and I really like my hands) that almost every teenager in the tri-state area has gone through a bout of depression. It’s a strong, willful teenager that manages to pull out of it. Everyone thinks of suicidal thoughts. Having the thoughts doesn’t make you weak. Au contraire, you’re strong. You didn’t act on it. 
  8. Adult Think You’re a Criminal
  9. You Want Summer to Come so Bad You can TASTE IT
  10. Identity: Somewhere along our sophomore year (at least for me), we generally realize we have no freaking clue who we are or who we want to be. You wanted to be a doctor, and then you take chemistry and think, “Hell nah.” You’re out of your little safety bubble, and now everything’s awash in confusion, regret and, “OH SH*T Man, that’s due today?” 

So yeah, basically, being a teenager isn’t the best years of your life. At least, I hope to God it’s not, or else I’m gonna need a lot of chocolate. 

It’s ice cream, but you get the picture. Aha, pun intended.

Spring Fever


This is what I intend to do to my papers on Friday, as a sacrifice to spring break.


Yes, sweet freedom is just around the corner! Spring Break is almost here, and the repressed high school students of California wait with bated breath for Friday. All the teachers are becoming sour and bitter, slugging us with as many tests as we can bear, but that’s because they sense that soon their evil plot will be foiled. Soon, WE WILL BE FREE! Albeit, it’s only for a week, but you gotta take what you can get. For a bit of personal teen angst, I’m trying very, very hard to stop acting weird around this guy I used to like. There’s quite a bit of drama attached to the guy, but I have no trouble talking to other male specimen. It’s only this dude, and frankly, he’s not even all that exciting! I suppose it’s just because I’ve never been befriended a former crush before, so gaining the footing is weird. But I think this little personal crisis will fade soon. My crushes evolve monthly, but there’s always that little awareness to a former crush. Anyway, my biggest dilemma is passing my chem test, but you know what gets me through the day?