Worst Blogger Ever.

I have decided that I ultimately fail as a blogger. Yesterday I was so irked by my family that I immediately pulled out my phone, and started a rant blog; however, my short attention span led me five minutes later to eating a strawberry icecream bar and watching a movie about a cooking rat. So I will have to make due with this short, abbreviated post about how my family makes me insane. First of all, I always seem to be the one who gets singled out for a lecture, my brother Harrison calls me the "Meg" of the family (Family Guy reference). For instance, I am the only one out of my three siblings who has even begun my summer work; however, my parents have decided that I am the problem child and that I have not taken the initiative to do anything with my summer work. HELLO? How does that even make sense to a sane person, as the only one who had even done anything in regards to summer work, shouldn't I be praised for doing SOMETHING, instead of following my two lazy siblings examples and not even knowing what books I have to read? No, instead my mother prints off a calendar and fills it with comments such as "July 25, and I still have NOTHING DONE???". Thanks Mom. Now off of that particular rant and onto another, my mother and sister seem to think that I am a giant wooly mammoth. My sister is always convinced that if I wear her clothing I am going to "stretch it out", newsflash honey, WE ARE BOTH A SIZE SMALL. She seems convinced that I am too large to share anything with her, even though she buys size small clothes (she really needs and XS) and I happen to be a size small. Then she runs to mother and cries about it and I am forced to change. It's ridiculous and it just proves to me how immature she can be. At one point she will have to realize that even though she might have insanely long legs and the abs of a young body builder that I have have redeeming qualities myself, such as boobs and a smaller waist than her. These run ins with the female part of my family just pissed me off to no bounds so when my mom jumped at me for changing into "another one of Olivia's coverups" I went off about the fact that this particular coverup is mine and that it was a SMALL. I ended this particular disagreement with "I PRAY YOU COME AT ME." I forget that my mother does not follow the Jersey Shore and does not understand me and my best buddie Leon's sense of humor. Thus, she immediately DID come at me with the rope she had in her had that had a metal ball on the end. Needless to say I got backhanded across the face with this rope contraption because she had it in her head that I was "backtalking" her. Now to a happier note, I have discovered quite a few more people that read my blogs; consequently, I have more people asking me "why don't I have a blog dedicated to me???", and as much as I would like to I can not write a post for everyone. Frankly, I would just post a blog with a list of names of people that I would blog about but then people will ultimately be pissed at me because "I don't love them". Drama does not make sense to me. However I will do my best to include comments concerning people that influence my life, so if you hang out with me a lot then you are more likely to appear in a blog post. The End.

Life Lesson: When your family pisses you off throw things that make them insecure in their face, (never growing boobs) and then blame it on PMS.
JK, that doesn't actually work...