NEW FRIENDS NEEDED – APPLICATIONS OPEN

I owe you all a proper post. After this semi rant-rant.

So I’ve been on grade eleven camp for the past  four days, and the point of this camp is for the grade to bond, because we’ll be leading the school next year and stuff. We’re supposed to get to know people who we didn’t through the randomised groups we were put into, and then we’d learn to work with each other and a thoroughly fruitful experience would be had, yeah?

Nah.

So what actually happened on camp? For me, mostly everything that should have happened. I talked to people that I had only had my own formulated opinions about, and I got proven wrong almost every time. I had a 16 1/2 year old boy run down a hill with me on his back after I had hurt my ankle, and he just kep running and asking if I was okay.This boy that I thought hated my guts. Wow, surprise right? I got a couple of those – pleasant surprises.

But I also go some other surprises.

I guess they don’t count as surprises if I really knew that it was coming in the back of my mind, but the surprise came from the extent to which it happened. Confused? Let me fill you in.

So at school I used to sit with these people.  Three girls,  three boys- one of which who used to be my boyfriend for all of 2.5 months(wow [sarcasm]) , let’s call him Remy, and one who was my best friend that we’ll call Autumn (? questionable definition). Now one of the other girls that we’ll call Hazel is dating Travis, and Autumn is dating Seth (who in turn hates my guts, and only Jesus knows why because he doesn’t even know). Also in that group, Alaska, a lovely sweet girl who never gets involved in much and lives really close to me (so I’d rather stay on her side seeing that if a bear was chasing me, her house would be nearest to mine), and Audrey, who is overly brash and loud, but is basically a part of my family. Now that you’ve been introduced, let me tell you what happened:

Basically, as heard by 9 different eye witnesses,  Seth (hates me) and Travis (apparently hates me too?) along with Hazel, bitched about me for a whole 40 minutes, and called me several things, including 1)  backstabbing bitch who was never good enough for Remy – did I mention Seth and Remy are twins? 2) crazily inferior to Imogen (who calls herself my friend) , Seth’s new girl-girl, and 3) apparently smack-talking Autumn, all the time yeah?

WELL GUESS WHO JUST GOT RE-INTRODUCED TO HERSELF? ME!

I spoke to both Imogen and Hazel, and both seemed oblivious to any of the things said. Imogen apologised for not speaking to me, and told me she’d never want to ruin our friendship-cute hey? FACT TIME: NOT JEALOUS. Hurt that Imogen didn’t even make an attempt to speak to me about something involving the two of us after a month of brewing? Yes. Well, I was.

I don’t really care much now, but if they’re reading, these people know who they are.  Also I changed all of their names because I think mine are cooler except Travis. Travis is kinda ‘eh’.

Well, I’m in the business of looking again. New friends needed. Applications open.  Application closed to deadbeats, put downers, plastics and bitches.

-Scoot xx 

Scoot on ~ stuff I don’t know what to title

My name is Scoot – wait…wait, I’ve done this before.

Anyway, hi everybody! I know, I know, I said new posts every day but woah :O School just got a lot more hectic and I don’t even know how. It’s like someone’s standing behind the school, and has got this huge hectic-o-meter, and they just turned it up to something crazy like 11 when the scale only goes up to 5.

Anyway, I’ve been out and about going on camps, being pranked involving hyenas, eating bag after bag of chips, becoming lacto-vegetarian  😀 PROUD 😀 and also staying alive, which is relatively important at this point. 🙂

I guess with all my days away I’ve had a chance to think about something absolutely mind boggling…but I changed my mind. I guess what my dear shortest friend said to me today means much more: “Isn’t it scary how most of your life is based on things you do as a teenager?”

That got me good. I mean, you’re a crazy sixteen year old who wants to do nothing but have a beautiful face and a boyfriend/girlfriend and be accepted and taste alcohol…and that’s your future, bro. Why on earth would the universe ever let some crazy hormonal-ass teenager make life decisions? Like, is this some sort of a sick joke? It’s craziness, I wont lie. And today, I don’t have a list for you on how to make the best decisions when you’re a teenager, or how to live a fuul life, or how to be absolutely fantastic and amazing…but I do know that we can do anything.

We, as in you and I. I can. You can. YOU CAN! I probably don’t know who you are, or what you’re going through, or why, or if your favourite goldfish got stolen, or if your pasta sauce won’t thicken, or if you’re feeling suicidal and want to die more than anything, I don’t know. I do know that I’ve been through a hell of a lot. And I’m here. There are so so so many times when I think about all the times I tried to picture how better the world would be without me, but I’m here. I’m here, and I’m a blogger, and I’m alive. I’m alive.

I don’t know if that’s a big deal for you guys, but it is for me. Really, it is. It’s a big deal to be able to look someone dead in the face and say, “You are a lovely person and I would love to keep talking to you”. It’s a big deal for me. I think that we all have time to do that, to make someone better–we just need to find it.

So that’s all I have on my mind for today, and also that I think you’re beautiful. Everyday, I think you are beautiful. And whoever has the pleasure of ever speaking to you is a better person because they did. 

My interview for Junior City Council is tomorrow, and I hope you all have fingers crossed for me 🙂

Gun to my head honest, I love you all. I mean, thank you. For being.

All my love all the time

-Scoot xx