So It's been more than a month..

What I Like About You, Scrubs, Sunscreen, Sunburn, Working, Pool, Cell Phone, Texting, Defiance, Role Models, Seinfeld, Computers, Itouch, Ming's, Shopping, Photos.









That's what my days have consisted of, but you know what? I'm pretty okay with it. It's summer after all. I mean, it's all good. :]





I've had way too much time to think though. Like, waaaaaaaaaaaay too much. Sitting on my ass for 4 hours every other day kinda leads you to it.


So I've been pretty stressed lately (this blog has been written over a couple days, since I've been lazy beyond belief. I miss school.). I've just felt this pressure to be doing something when I'm not. Maybe that's just the school me coming back into play. But I feel the need to organize, clean, write, take notes, and whatever else reminds me of school. I miss the days that I could just lay around.
It's weird, to think 'I'm a teenager, I'm supposed to be at a friend's house almost everyday, or someone is supposed to be at my house. I'm not supposed to have a job that consumes most of my time, and if I do, I'm not supposed to like going to it.'

I'm sitting here, at 11:09 at night, watching VH1, listening to my brother make funny-ish comments, wondering why I don't have a life. And it all comes back down to me being the middle child! I swear, there is an obviousness about it that makes it seem impossible.
OUR FAMILY:
Sister--> 16, soon to be 17. Parent's first. "the responsible one" Has her license, car, and endless amounts of time, and money.
Brother-->Just turned 13. Mama's favorite. "the baby". Friends live semi-close, and parents will drive him and his friends.
Mother-->Baby's Nick. Tries to be Katie's best friend. SNAPS AT ME EVERYTIME I TALK NOW. (ask Katie, she agrees)
Daddy-->Usually fine. Doesn't say anything when I'm getting yelled at.
Rachel--> 15. Middle Child. The one that costs the most because she doesn't function correctly. No license, no car. Parents don't like to drive her. Friends live pretty far.

It's a little unfortunate.



NEW TOPIC:
My friends are hilarious. I get a text today from one of them asking me for dance advice. But the text that I got was: I have a serious problem.

I was so scared hahaah. I thought that they were in serious trouble hahaha.
And another bought a bow-tie.
I'm having a harper's island and frosting marathon on Tuesday with one.
One is with their family at the beach and texts me about random stuff.
Ohhh, there's so much more. This is just the past few days.

But then there's my best friend. Who can't seem to make up their mind on what they want from me. I hate being pulled around, but this is extreme for even the most bipolar person..

Ah well.
I'll get some music.
Write some stuff.
Read some more.
Focus on other stuff.
I'm not a huge fan of wallowing around in self pity.


I think I just made plans for this Wed after my sleepover.
sweeeeeet:]
anyways,

peace out.
fall out.
break out.
speak out.
:]
Rach.