All the Small Things.

If you're a teen, you'll know what I mean. If you are an adult, your status in this is a mystery to me.

At one point or another, every teenage girl will seem at least a little bit petty. Some more than others, of course. But, these days, petty things can sometimes actually be important...

It's hard to explain. When your previous "BFF" gets angry with you and spreads extrememly dirty rumors about how you "copied" her by wearing your hair in a ponytail the day after she did, that, my friend, is straight up petty. Especially when all your other "Best Friends" stop talking to you because of it. Yeah. Not fun, huh? However, when you don't get invited to another former close friend's birthday bash, it is truly sad. Everybody goes through friendship drama, and when your depressed, all the small things count. All the small things people do to you hurt emmensily. All the small things people do for you help extrememly.
Always remember to be a friend, because sometimes, thats all that people need.

Spontaneity is a Virtue.

Have you ever visited a friend's house, only to be completely terrorized by their parent or parents? Not only does this totally freak me out, but it makes me wonder if they even remember what it was like to be a child/teen in the first place.
I guess I'm pretty weird for liking to have casual relationships with friends. I would love to call up a friend in the neighborhood when I'm upset, tell them I need their help, go to their house in my old pair of paint-covered sweats, plop down on their sofa, and and vent while eating anything and everything chocolate we could find in their pantry. Most importantly, her parents would still love me, and all would be well! Really now, chocolate therapy is not the kind of thing that should be planned two weeks in advance.
My house is generally casual... a very rare thing in this neighborhood. Our dog is actually inside the house and we strongly stand by the rule, "A friend in need is a friend indeed."
Maybe it's a Texas thing. Maybe it's a suburbs thing. Maybe it's a Texas suburbs thing. Maybe in places where mailboxes come in bulk, and our all the same in nearly every way, the people follow suit. Maybe in a subdivision with very few bumper-stickers, the glued messages on people's cars our an exact representation of the person who drives them. There are a lot of bumper-stickers on our car. I'm proud of the messages they send. I admire the people brave enough to go against the system. Perhaps by spontaneously leaving their Christmas decorations up a week longer than the rules allow. Playing their music loud, perhaps? Or maybe even having a messy lawn. Dare your neighbors to call the cops.
Unfortunately, I have yet to commit any of these marvelous crimes. So far though, I have my own way of going against the system of the 'burbs. I introduce my neighborhood friends to the ways of casual friendship. The was it was meant to be.

Why, you ask?

I'm 14. I live in Texas. I like to paint. I enjoy reading. I want a way to share my opinions with the world.
I'm definitely an artsy person, and my entire school definitely only has one person running the entire fine arts program. Not to dis Ms.Johnson or anything; she's great. But really? What would you do if you had to single-handedly set up half the elective classes for eleven art-thirsty schools? ... Thats what I thought you'd say.
I'm liberal, democratic, Unitarian. Pretty open minded, if I do say so myself... But, if there is one thing I can't stand, it's got to be people who eat like animals. Correction: I may like the person, but I can't stand it when they decide to eat like animals. Or worse than animals. I'm uber lucky I haven't thrown up at lunch yet, when aproximately ten times a week I hear:
Dude #1: "Hey, dude, I dare you to eat this!"
Dude #2: "Hell no!"
Dude #3: "I will!"
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You can figure out the rest on your own.
Anyway; feel free to read what I say, think what you like.