Thanklessgiving

Thanksgiving is definitely not my favorite holiday. Don't get me wrong, I love spending time with my family and all of that shizz. I just don't like all the preparations that go along with it. Yesterday we had my mom's side of the family here at our house. I was lucky enough to be at a scholastic bowl tournament for the majority of the day and thus missed out on all of the "fun" of cleaning and cooking. Oh, but my family was generous enough not to hog all of the "fun" to themselves. They made sure there was a little bit left for me to do when I got home. Yay.

Not to sound like a typical teenager, but there are so many things I could have been doing instead. But, no. I had to sit at my house and listen to all of my uncles yell and make dumb jokes. I did end up having some fun. Still, though, I was kind of disappointed that I didn't get to hang out with my friends. *sigh*

Tonight is the same. I'm going to my father's  mother's house for their Thanksgiving dinner. Even though it's at night so in my mind it's technically supper. I have homework and stuff I need to get done, but instead all day I've had to help cook and clean up the remnants of last night. So now we're leaving in probably twenty-ish minutes and I've accomplished nothing.

I know what some of you are going to say. You're going to tell me that Thanksgiving is all about showing people that we are thankful for them and family time et cetera. Well to me it's just a nuisance; some un-needed opening act for Christmas (which is on the top of my awesome holiday list). So sorrrrrrrrry for my lack of ooey gooey-ness towards my family.

My apologies,
Kirstyn B. Showalter

Me+Finn Hudson=love

Last night I was going to blog about Glee. However, I was too busy watching Glee itself to take my eyes/mind off of the television long enough. This is how obsessed I am with this show.

It all started when my mother decided to get the first season on Netflix. I wasn't all that excited; it didn't really seem like a show I would be into. I didn't really see what all the fuss was about. Last weekend, Paige (my sister and avid Glee fan) came home and insisted that I watch it. It's all down hill from here.

For those of you who have never watched it before, I STRONGLY suggest you do. You might think that you don't really like musicals, but it's really not a musical. They don't just break out into random song and dance. Whenever there is singing it makes sense. You may think that it's a show for nerds and geeks. This could not be further from the truth. Glee is about celebrating everyone. It deals with all sorts of situations: from popularity to homosexuality. I'm so sad that I didn't get into this show sooner. I had no idea what I was missing out on.

Wow. I have so much to say about this amazing show that I'm jumping all over the place.

I'm sorry, but I'm about to get a little girly up in here. Sooo on the show there are essentially three male leads: Will - Spanish teacher and Glee club coach, Finn - the quarter-back of the football team and dating the head cheerleader, and Noah (aka Puck) - the insensitive jock. My mother is in love with Will. I think this is partially because she loves how convincing the actor who plays him, Matthew Morrison, is. Some guy wrote an article about how women could never believe a gay man acting as a straight guy. I beg to differ. Paige likes Puck... he's just her type. My personal favorite is Finn. He's aaaadorable and awesome. End of story.

           How can you not be in love with this face?????????

Wow. This sounds like Tyler V's blog... Sorry about that.

My apologies,
Kirstyn B. Showalter

Homecoming?

So is anyone else super excited for Homecoming?

I just realized that it is less than a month away. It's weird to think that this will be the last one I go to. I can't wait, but at the same time I don't want it to come. The quicker it comes, the quicker it goes.

Sorry, guys, but I will not be dancing at Homecoming. Who goes to a dance to dance? I'm way too cool for that, right? Actually, to be quite honest, dancing makes me feel like a fool. I mean, I look in on the crowd of people "dancing" and cringe. I wish dancing was like it used to be in the old days. Good clean fun. Standing outside of the group all I see is a lot of inappropriate grinding and.. bouncing I guess. This seems to be what our generation views as dancing. Why couldn't I have been born in the '20s? Dances then would have been fun. I could do that. I'm no good at the so-called dancing of today. This is not because I am not capable of dancing. I have really good rhythm and coordination. Unfortunately, today's dancing doesn't really require these. I think to dance at one of our dances you kind of have to have no shame; to not care at all that what you're doing in public would make your grandmother faint.

Sometimes I don't think I was meant to be born in this generation. I really want to enjoy dances and have fun. For me the time before the dance is the most fun. I love dress and shoe shopping. I love getting my hair done and doing my face up. Dressing up is the bomb. I swear I came out of the womb in a dress and high heels.

Welp, just to make this relevant.....

sorry.


My apologies,
Kirstyn B. Showalter

STOP APOLOGIZING.

Hey, you. With the face. Stop saying sorry already. It's getting really old.

Some people apologize for all the wrong reasons. To me, an apology is a promise. If you say sorry and you really truly mean it, then you will do everything in your power not to let the incident of which you are apologizing for happen again. This means TRYING. You can't apologize for not doing your homework, then not even attempt to do it the next day. You can't apologize for a bad habit and not make an effort to stop it. If you honestly feel bad about something, then you will try to stop doing it. If you don't feel bad, then don't apologize. The concept is really not that hard. I'm sick of unfulfilled apologies. To me these are empty promises. I'd rather hear the truth: that you don't care how I feel, that you like what you're doing. Don't feed me some bull about being sorry when you don't give a shit. (I really am sorry about that one Ms. Fultz. I'm getting worked up.)

So to all of you lazy and tell-them-what-they-want-to-hear people, do me a favor and stop apologizing!

Lights Off Day!

Today is Lights Off Day.
How do you feel about the ambiance?