sincerely, me

To tell this story, I have to begin at the beginning, or the ending wouldn't make a lot of sense. Right? So, to start at the beginning, I have to tell you I've never been on a date. Any date at all. I once thought that one time with my mom's boyfriend's son counted, but as I've grown older, and as the boy and his dad went somewhere else halfway through our "date," I'd say that it really doesn't count. I also need to tell you that, although it may be obvious from my never having been on a date, I've never had a boyfriend. This is because of a lot of reasons, or maybe just one, which I have no idea. I think you could better tell me why I've never had a boyfriend than I could. Is it because I'm painfully shy when it comes to interacting or otherwise speaking with a member of the opposite sex? Maybe it's because, no matter how pimpled and red my face becomes, or how deep and dark the bags under my eyes get, I refuse to wear makeup bec...

Usually when I hear a story about someone who's had life that's a little rough, I think, "Yes, that's horrible for them, and I'm really sad for them. But that doesn't make my problems go away." Tonight I heard Demi Lovato's new song Skyscraper for the first time. I have to admit, I did get a little teary-eyed, and I bought the song on iTunes after the second listen. And as cheesy as it is to say, it's a pretty inspirational song, though, to me, not in the way you might think. The song is all about being at your lowest point, the saddest point. That moment when everything seems to be working against you, but not for just a day, like it happens so often in people's lives, but for weeks, and months, and years where the only thing you feel is the hardness of the ground that the world has been pressing you into. But then, like a skyscraper, you rise above it. You're able to come out of the moment, victorious, and beat away all of the inse...

I was in class today when someone who reminded me an awful lot of Matt (more on that later) said that he didn't see anything special about the way the writer we were reading was treated, that her captives (she had been kidnapped by Indians) did not treat her badly, may even have treated her well, and the language she used to describe her experience he described as a little extreme and not really in accordance with what she told had happened to her. This is probably a bad example, but I'm going with it anyway. The rest of the class most emphatically disagreed, and they made sure he knew it, discrediting his statements and even going so far as to laugh at him when he had gotten a (admittedly, pretty important) fact wrong. I was pretty indignant at this point. I never said anything, but someday, I will. I can't stand when people laugh or otherwise ridicule another person because their opinions differ or the person says something wrong. Just because I made a mistake in my spee...