My sister's friends suck. She's fourteen. One of them decided to turn on her today and I took her on. She told me to "pick on somebody my own size." Okay, fuck you Lizzie McGuire. Sure, you can't drive, your parents won't let you go to a boy-girl party. Whatever. Why don't you go trip over a peculiarly placed chair and knock over a boy with nineties hair and make a really huge deal about it? Okay?
Okay.
Woo. Okay. That freakout was a big 'un.
So drinking Snapple, fact of the day: "Franklin Roosevelt was related to five US presidents by blood and six by marriage." See. Didn't think you're learn something today, did you? "It's summer, I don't need to learn anything." Like whatever. Stop being stupid.
Today I was reading my old stories that I wrote back in middle school and I was alarmed by how my story characters advanced in personalities the same way my life did. When I was writing about Olivia and Shaun, which was any time between the years of sixth grade and tenth, Shaun was like Jake. Not purposely, but his character was just be similar to that of Jake's, who was my boyfriend at the time. And now I'm reading my stories that revolve around a neurotic girl by the name of Kristen and her nerdy boyfriend Chase.
Okay. This is just freaky.
Chase is David. Like down to the little details. Same appearance, same personality. I stopped writing that story back in the tenth grade as well. WTF? It's like God's trying to play a funny joke on me or something. Either way it was hilarious and because of that, I became inspired to re-write a scene from the beginning of the second addition to this series. I'm trying to decide if I want to post it as I write.
I can only assume from now on that every boy I create in my stories will some time come to life in my lifetime. Maybe I should create someone who's rich and famous. I'll marry Rupert Grint just like my dreams.
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