Why Are Guys So Stupid?

So I've been wondering about this for a long time...frick I'm so tired of telemarketers calling me in the middle of blogging! I should have never tried to win that "free" Walmart girt card! Anywho's back to my topic I just don't get guys. So a friend messages me "hey do you know this number?" "Um no" "Oh well it called my girlfriends number so I thought you might know" "Well is she friends with Kodi (my cousin) or Alesha" He doesn't respond to this instead he says "Well it had your number in it and a whole bunch of others". Okay number 1. I don't even know your girlfriends number and 2. Why didn't you just call it you idiot? Also it seems that guys really don't understand personal space? For example alot of guys that I know want to constantly text and message. Why do you think my facebook shows me offline? I don't want to talk to people is what you should get out of that even though I really mean I don't want to talk to YOU therefore I don't want you to know I'm online. Why is it that everytime you want to get together I say "Well I'm with my sister" or "I'm busy that day," it shows I don't want to be alone with you. You should get the point and realize I don't like you and therefore that's why I'm making stupid lies. Why don't guys understand that? I get when people don't feel like messaging and so I stop and never message again unless they message me first. I don't want to talk to you 24/7. I just don't. I'm not trying to be a b***h I just feel uncomfortable around you and don't know how to say "Hey I don't like you...at all". Even when I've given you the friends speech and I've mentioned I never want to date...ever, you still bring up the prospect of having a picnic on top of a hill. I will never understand the process of a boy's brain and boy's will never understand the process of a girl's brain. I really wish there was some type of manual though. Sorry for my ranting! =)

The Life of an Abnormal Teenager: The Up's and Down's of my Life

Once upon a time there was a girl named Brittany. She was 17 and her favorite color was pink. She wasn't a beautiful princess with long blonde hair but a girl with dirty blonde hair that was only medium length. She wasn't the weight she wished she was and wasn't good at socializing. She didn't have a handsome prince to sweep her off her feet either. She always wished for some excitement in her life. Her sister recommended she needed a beer or should take a smoke since she needed more fun in her life. Neither of those ideas were her forte. She lived with a mother who was too scared to let her grow up and so she clung to her with all her might until she became a boring shell of a person from what she used to be. She needed change. She needed to take more control and stop being a pushover. She needed to stop "being afraid of the male population" like her other friends accuse her of. That starts this year. As if it isn't obvious this girl is me. But I'm going to change that this year. I'm hoping things will be different. No I'm not an emo and I don't slit my wrists or complain about how sucky my life is. I'm just bored, I'm not satisfied and I feel there's more out there that I still need to reach. I named my blog "The Life of an Abnormal Teenager" because I feel that no teenager's life is normal. I want people to come and share their up's and down's with me as well. I honestly don't think anybody will read this but I'll keep trying until someone does. For now this is just a way for me to share my own personal feelings and to become a better friend to myself. To get my feelings down and to record the things that happen in my life as I grow up so I can look back when I'm older. For now though I need to go and finsih reading Wuthering Height's and write an essay for my summer homework. See ya later bloggie =)