I love iTunes radio, but I need to write a letter to tell them that just because I click on Frozen radio does not mean I want to hear Let It Go. Gotta throw the Do You Wanna Build A Snowman one in there sometimes. Or even the Love Is An Open Door one. (As you can probably tell, I'm not a huge Frozen fan, but the music is good.)

Meanwhile, they also need to add a button. In addition to the play more like this button, I also need a I LOVE THIS FREAKIN SONG PLEASE PLAY IT LIKE EVERY FIVE SONGS, OKAY? button. These seem like reasonable requests. 

Household Hunger Games

Trying to get out of my house this morning was near impossible. I woke up late which pushed back my entire getting ready schedule. When it was finally time to get dressed after a breakfast of macaroni and cheese, I decided to wear a shirt that needed ironed, a bad decision on my part. As I flew down the stairs on the way to the basement, I noticed the dog assuming the poo position. While taking the dog out would push me back even further, cleaning up the poo would take even longer. So, I scooped her up and threw her outside. When she finally came back in and someone got me a diaper, I could finally move on. I went to my room only to be attacked by a stink bug. It flew right at me as I was putting my tank top on. I crouched on the floor and I'm sure in that moment I was a spitting image of Katniss Everdeen. I got a tissue, flushed the bug, finished getting dressed, and ironed my shirt even though it was already a minute past when I'm supposed to leave. I refused to give up the fight. I made it to school in 6 minutes (probably a record) and that's how I survived the Hunger Games

Why am I going to prom again?

Reasons to go to prom:

1. The dresses make me feel like a princess.
2. The food is not too shabby.

Reasons to not go to prom:

1. The people at my school are punks.
2. The music is bad.
3. Guys have their shirts off before dinner.
4. Get your tie off your head.
5.  People yell 'Lets go' before dinner.

The cons quite obviously outweigh the pros, yet for some reason I am going to prom. Here's to hoping my dress comes in the mail today, it fits, and the banquet hall has the same mashed potato they did last year.

Two more months until the rest of my life!

I am really excited to graduate so people can stop telling me to enjoy high school and to stop rushing it. Because I've been in high school for five years and I am ready to be done. The time has come. "Quick, hand her a diploma before she cuts her own arm off!" Ha. April Fools? Anywho, I firmly believe that my life will drastically improve once I leave this institution of oppression. Someone just told me yesterday that I am going to wish I could go back, but I really really really don't think I will. I know college is going to be harder. I know I'm going to have to study. I know I'm going to have to work more. But its worth it because I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE.

In my area of the grand ole US of A, we have reached temperatures of a whopping sixty degrees. Shorts have crawled from the depths of drawers and flip flops have made there way from the the borders of Narnia in the backs of closets. Someone, anyone, needs to look them in the eye and say "IT IS NOT YOUR TIME YET. GO BACK WHERE YOU CAME FROM." I understand that spring has arrived, but that does not give anyone the right to frolic around school in booty shorts and a bandeau. Nobody wants to see that. Put it away. This is still the season for skinny jeans and close toed shoes. Wedged sandals? NOPE. Tank tops? NOPE. Adidas sandals and socks? THAT IS NEVER OKAY. So put them back in closet. They can wait another month when the high eighties roll around. Patience, grasshoplings.