It's not so bad, it's not so bad

I got an awesome shirt. No, like, an AWESOME shirt. No, you still don't get it. It's an AWESOME SHIRT!!!

And I learned that only tall, skinny people look good in straight-leg jeans. I wish I were tall and skinny. Then I'd be perfect. I would love myself completely. But that's beside the point (there was no point).

Mini-rant now:

I don’t like when people like things just because they’re popular. Likewise, I don’t like when people hate things just because they’re popular, or because someone that they hate likes it. You should like the things you like because it’s good, or just because you like it, not because the magazines tell you that you should like it, or because the popular girl/guy at school likes it. You should like it regardless of whether people make fun of you for it. If you like it, you like it. It doesn’t matter whether they do or not. It’s all about different tastes. And you shouldn’t hate something because it’s popular and it’s uncool to be popular. First, if you’re liking it because you actually like it, then it’s not “giving in” to popularity. You’re not trying to be something you’re not. If you’re hating it because it’s popular, then you are trying to be something you’re not. You gotta give something a chance before you hate it or like it. Don’t write something off because it’s a certain brand, or a certain genre, or by a certain author, or because so-and-so likes it or doesn’t like it. Example: Jonas Brothers. There are millions of preteens swooning over the curly-haired dorks, but that doesn’t mean you should like them. That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t like them. And just because they are curly-haired dorks doesn’t mean their music isn’t good. I’m not saying that I like them, but I did hear one of their songs, and to my surprise, I liked it. I’ve been guilty in the past of hating things because they’re popular (blah blah refuse to wear name brands blah blah that makes me cool blah blah blah), and liking things because they’re popular (N*SYNC, baby!). But it’s stupid. It’s just a form of judgment. Like something because you like it. Hate something because you hate it. It’s that simple.

And just for the record (that doesn't exist): I hate Taylor Swift. They lyrics are cute on first listen, but by the third time you hear it, it's just stupid. And the music is annoying to DEATH, and it has hints of country in it. She reminds me of Hannah Montana, only older. They're both so annoying and so the same.

Another thing: I hate rap. I HATE rap. I HATE RAP. This is another thing you don't understand. I can't listen to it. I really can't. My ears start bleeding, my eyes fall out, my brain implodes, my lungs collapse, my bowls move, my appendix ruptures, my stomach digests itself, my legs and arms shrivel up, and a piercing scream escapes from my lips. I can't listen to it. I seriously get rabid and start biting with words everything and everyone in range. That is not good music. 

I don't like R&B or hip-hop, either. Except for a SELECT one or two songs.

I felt kinda pretty last night and pretty today. I wore an awesome outfit. We went to Target and I envied stuff and people with money. It sucks when you can't even afford to shop at the muffin thrift store.

All I can think about is BYU-I. I SO BADLY want to go back and see my friends and live on my own and learn. AND LEARN!! I want to LEARN!!! I love college, and I'm so determined to try harder this time. I know I can do better; I'm just a lazy-nose. I hope I get an on-campus job. I hope I practise piano a lot. I hope I do my homework to the best of my abilities. I hope I can be a good friend. I hope people invite me to do things. I hope I have enough time to do things. I hope I can stay there for winter (it's my goal to never come back to Michigan: I want to stay there until the fam moves again). I hope I get that chem class. I am SO stoked for life right now. I can't wait. 3 Sundays left. Oh man.

And I cooked today. Two kuchen, one pan.

Peace.