Making a Difference

There's a point for everyone where the stress just gets to them.
They wake up feeling hopeless and go to sleep feeling hopeless. They smile because society expects them to and they laugh because there's no better way to make people believe that they're happy.
As much as "take it one day at a time" works right before someones breaking point, afterwards one day may simply feel like too much.
You only see what someone wants you to see and that may not be how they're really feeling. In fact, sometimes the happiest person in the room. The one who laughs the most. The one who smiles but for whatever reason, doesn't really talk much may be the one in the room who is hurting the most. The one who goes home and just tries to bring themselves to smile. Just for one more day, they'd say. After that day, they'll be happy again. Happy for real.
So, whether someone LOOKS happy, sad, angry, annoyed, frustrated, or anything just be nice. Smile at someone you've never met, say hello to someone standing near you or walking past you, compliment someone just because that shirt looks amazing on them and they probably don't even realize it.
The littlest thing can make the biggest difference in someone else's life.

The Internet

I just spent about 20 minutes attempting to understand tumblr, which, for whatever reason, EVERYONE I know spontaneously began using.
Despite everyone I know apparently being on there somewhere, I only managed to find one person I knew and I couldn't seem to understand what to do about that. So, since I've failed miserably for about the 10th time, I've come back here to complain about it.
It seems I can't learn new things about the internet. I just kind of stick to what I know which basically include Facebook, Netflix and Neopets.
My conclusion? I'm a sad excuse for a teenager.
That is all.

I'm a really quiet and awkward person and I just don't socialize well

My mom talks to everyone like she's known them for years and my dad and sister have this skill of talking all day and still not running out of things to say. Then theres me, I know how to listen. I know how to pretend like I'm listening. And I know how to nod my head and say "yeah" or some short response. I don't know how to have a conversation and I certainly don't know how to keep a conversation going. Sure I have a lot to say, obviously, but it's not immediately that way. I'm the kind of person you have to get to know before you decide you wish you'd never met me because I never stop talking. This only happens once I've known you for, like, ever though.
I'm also not very outwardly emotional. I'm not saying I've never felt like throwing a table through a wall or locked myself in my room and refused to talk to anyone, but I'm also not saying I'm always like that. I mean, I can smile and I can laugh and that's usually what I stick to but when I'm not with a friend I have this face. Said face apparently makes me look depressed but, really, it's just my face.

Food!

I really like food and I honestly don't think I could ever choose being super duper skinny and "beautiful" over 3 meals a day. It's not like I want to be fat or anything, and it's not like everyone who is skinny doesn't eat food... It's just that theres so many people out there who suffer just to fit some stereotype that is the furthest thing from accurate I can think of at the moment.
Every size, shape, weight, and person is beautiful, no matter if they enjoy an ice cream cone for a snack or a salad.

Singing

So, I find that every time I'm in someones car and theres some awesome song playing that I'll sing along but I'll purposely sing terribly.
It's the best way to hide whether or not your voice is really terrible. I guess the only downside would be people who don't realize that you're singing terribly on purpose?

Alarm clocks hate me

For some reason I can't wake up to alarms. It probably has something to do with the end of the school year being near and the weather being nicer (Except the snow, what they heck is that doing here still?). So my solution?
Move my alarm across my room in order to force myself to GET UP out of bed in order to shut the stupid thing off.
The only problem I see with that is the possibility of me just sleep walking across my room, turning it off, falling back in bed and falling right back to sleep. This could either be a complete success or a total disaster.

The Hitchhiker's Guide to The Galaxy

The other day I was reading this thing and it said that these people asked their teacher what the purpose of life was and the teacher said "math"

Later, they realized that, if you number the alphabet....
(A=1 B=2 C=3 etc.)
M= 13
A= 1
T= 20
and
H=8
13+1+20+8= 42