Tolerance

Tolerance of any person, regardless or sexual orientation, race or religion, is so important in our hateful society. Why should we care if our president is black, muslim or gay? It doesn’t matter, as long as he/she does a good job.

An Ellen DeGenres Show video I saw on youtube inspired me, so I’m going to put it below.

Caution: If you don’t want to sporatically break into tears, don’t watch this.

Oh my gosh…I’m getting bad

If blogging is an indication of loneliness, I must be extremely lonely today.

So, I just wanted to rant about spontanaeity. I hate that the world is always on a schedule, and we all think that by shirking times and responsibilities, the world will combust and our reputations will be shattered.

I don’t think that made very much sense, but whatever. I just wish, sometimes, that I could randomly go somewhere, anywhere, without my parents breathing down my neck. I just want to…go for ice cream, go to the zoo, walk in the woods, pet a giraffe, without it being a big deal. I wish my life was a teen novel. That’s it. That’s all I want. I want…something real. A life without boredom, responsibility, planning and expecatation. I want to discover new things, laugh freely, drive down the road without a  care, not wondering if I’m late for the next big thing.

I want to relax. I want…my life to be interesting. It’s the same old thing every single day. Wake up to the shriek of my alarm clock. Hit the snooze button. Drag my butt out of bed. Get to school. Talk to my friends. Learn stuff. Go home. Eat an apple. Do my homework. Check my e-mail. Call my friends. Do something, maybe. Watch TV. Listen to music. Run on the treadmill. Go to singing lessons. Try to stay awake in Science Class.

It is all so…draining. I just want spontanaeity. Do you hear me? I want to be a character in a book! I want a life (not a fake life, like fake teenagers have) but an interesting, meaningful, exotic life. I want to go to an art museum. Or the aquarium.