I Was in a Good Mood Yesterday!

Yesterday was Wednesday, June 16, 2011. And fuck it, I had a good day.

My mom was home yesterday so I didn't have to deal with my brother on my own. Also, we went to Walmart. When we got home, I rode my bike a bunch, then my mommy told me that we're going to go camping soon, and that my dad is probably not coming with! He keeps bothering her about a new mattress for the camper, complaining and complaining that he doesn't like the one we already have. My mom doesn't want to buy a new mattress that we're only gonna use a few times every year. Anyway, if he doesn't come with, we won't have to hear his complaining the whole weekend.

For dinner we had twice-baked potatoes. Yum.

Later that evening, I had Kung Fu from 7-8, which was super fun 'cuz Jessie was there, and I got my first stripe! If I get enough stripes, I can get my next belt! Hurr hurr hurr.

And that was that day.

Today, not so great. My little shit-faced brother is being a douche and thinks he's cool by calling me names. I don't get why he hasn't learned not to fuck with me. I'm twice his size, I take Kung Fu, and earlier today I tried running him over with my bike. And still he laughs at me when I fall off my bike. One of these days I'm just gonna punch him in the face. Hrmph.

Don't Complain

To everyone who thinks they're ugly: I saw a woman the other day in Target; she had to have reconstructive surgery on her face because of some burn or whatever traumatizing event she was in.

For those who hate PE: Some kids are lying in the hospital right now, because they're in a coma or are paralyzed from the neck down. They can't move at all. PE is only there to keep you active and break up your day so you're not sitting down all the time.

To the ones who complain about their families: There are children in orphanages crying themselves to sleep at night, who have no family to claim them.

If you hate yourself for the small amount of flab you have: There's a man who's laying in his bed who needs a forklift to lift him out of bed, because he's too fat to do it himself.

So before you complain about how bad your white, middle-class, suburban life is, stop and think about how good you have it. The man who needs a forklift to get him out of bed, he'd give anything to be your weight. The children in the orphanages, they're dying for someone to love them like your family loves you. The comatose patients or paralyzed kids, their dreams would come true if they were able to move and have the opportunity to be active. And that lady at Target, even though she probably had to have several surgeries to repair the damage that had been done, she still had the courage to go to the store and shop for groceries, knowing people would stare at her like some circus act. And y'know what? That's what makes her beautiful.

Oh, and for those of you out there who think that nobody loves them: I love you. That should count for something.