Men. We don't know what we did.

This post is brought to you by yet another family guy clip. This one had me laughing for a solid three minutes. The laughter was followed by sporadic chuckling and random smiling throughout the day, which no doubt confused many people sitting nearby who had not had the same comedic experience. Don't you just love those moments, when you are sitting next to someone you barely know and suddenly remember something hilarious, and that little creeper smile just slides on to your face and makes you feel like an idiot, but you can't stop? I make so many friends that way... but not really. Enjoy:

After watching this for the twenty-third time I still find it hilarious, partly because it is just so true. Well, I mean not completely true in the literal sense that girls actually jump out of windows for stupid reasons, but in the general, yeah they get super upset for odd reasons sense. If that is a sense. IM GOING TO MAKE IT ONE.

Ahem. Despite the fact that I'm not a guy, I feel like I can sympathize with them. I mean, I care about girl things, like looking presentable and crossing my legs when wearing a skirt, but I'm not girly. I don't revolve my entire life around a guy I like (just a large chunk of it) and I don't spend hours over-analyzing a small encounter (just about twenty minutes).

I guess sometimes guys don't really realize what they are saying can be taken in about a thousand and two different ways, but it's not really their fault... most of the time. Truthfully I think guys are just as lost as us girls in the world of romance, they are just expected to magically know everything. Sure, I wish they did magically know everything they needed to, but that's just not how it is, and I get that. I mean, I wouldn't want a bunch of fish coming up to me telling me to hold my breath for two hours because I should know how since I'm technically supposed to be a goldfish. I'd probably have to practice holding my breath for longer and longer each day until finally my lungs just failed and died.

Yes I'm extremely lazy. Don't judge me.

Now I realize that metaphor is stretching things a bit and probably doesn't even make sense, but guys are like me as a fish. They need guidance and practice, yet they'll still probably fail in the end. It's just up to the other fish in the sea to accept this as reality and be happy with a guy only holding his breath for an hour, which is still an incredible feat, even if it isn't magical.

I'm sorry ladies, not all guys can be magical. Not all guys can be the Old Spice Man. Because he is perfect.

My Brother Disapproves

This here, is my brother.

He's three years younger than me, which makes him... A FRESHMAN! Oh, I miss those days. But not really.

Ever since I saw that episode of family guy where everybody shouts "FRESH MEAT" and beats up Chris, it's all I can ever think about when talking to, or about, freshmen. Here is the clip, for your viewing pleasure:

Ahem. So yeah. Nobody at my school actually does that, or beats up freshmen just for the hell of it... but it is just generally agreed upon that all freshman are lame and annoying. It doesn't matter who the kid is. If they are in ninth grade, then they are automatically not cool in the eyes of an upperclassman. 

I feel like as a senior, I just have automatic rights to being more awesome than a freshman. I've survived three more years of high school and lived. Freshman have no right thinking that they're better than me until they've been through the treacherous jungles of hallway, and the classrooms of hell, and the same fire-breathing teachers as I have. No right, you hear me!

Anyway, I don't have anything against specific freshmen. In fact, I'm friends with quite a few incoming ninth graders, and I think they're all awesome. I'm just saying that as a class, freshmen fail. It's not their fault, of course. It's the fault of the louder, more obnoxious freshmen that speak for their class. It's the short, whiny freshmen who stomp around in "high fashion" and act cooler than they are that ruin the image of the entire bunch.

When you're a senior and obnoxious, it's allowed. This is our last year here, so if I see some guys running down the hallway with painted faces shouting random things and failing at indoor parkour, it's completely understandable. When an annoying freshmen decides he wants to stand out and look like a total douche, he's compared to the cooler, older and more respected douche, and thus is marked down as lame. Therefore he marks the freshmen population as lame as well.

Coming off of this tangent... I wrote this post because my brother recently discovered that I was writing a blog, and apparently, he disapproves. He thinks it's creepy letting people I don't know read about my life and thoughts. To this, I kind of have to laugh. Or chuckle. To be honest, I don't really care whether I know my readers or not. In my life, I want to reach out to as many people as I can. That's what life is about, isn't it? Making an impact? So what if the only impact I'm making right now is by writing about random things in my life. An impact is an impact, and I'm enjoying myself. 

Blogging despite his disapproval is kind of fun on its own. I feel like I'm Juliet, and this blogging community is my Romeo- all about defying the rules of my family. I've openly told him that I don't give a crap that he thinks it's weird... so I guess it is a bit different... but that's okay. If my relationship with this blog paralleled exactly to the story of Romeo and Juliet, I think I'd have some bigger problems to worry about.