Over Exaggeration

It seems to me that everytime a story is told, the more it gets twisted, especially when it comes to stories about people. It has happened to me already this year. Someone sees me somewhere, then they tell their friends, and add in a made-up detail. Then they go and tell their friends, once again, adding details, until the story is so ridiculous that someone asks me about it. By that point, there's no way to change people's minds and tell them that none of it is true. People who are liable to listen to gossip make me mad, especially when they deny that they've even added on to the story themselves. There's no way to do damage control in a situation like that, but situations like that shouldn't ever occur. Am I rambling? I think so.

What Would I Do Without Potatoes?

Honestly, if I didnt have potatoes, my life probably wouldn't be much different. I'd probably eat the same foods since my mom's recipes rarely involve large quantities of potato. I would miss fries, though, but I guess I wouldn't miss them if they didn't exist. I'm not a big potato fan to be honest.

Love is Blind

No, I don't think it's true anymore. Most people now adays only look at the outside, and rarely at what's on the inside. I'm not innocent of this, and I know it, and that's what makes me realize that this statement is true... But there are always exceptions.

Goat on a Boat

I've recently made a new friend named JD, who seems to be my twin. We like the same music, hang out with the same people, and were born 4 days apart. He was born in Florida, though, and I'm from Illinois. He's a cool dude, and it's hard to believe that I'd never met him before the beginning of this school year. It's wierd for me to blog about somebody in particular, but I guess it's just an example of how you never know who's out there until you meet them... Of course, the chances of meeting someone cool are equal to the chances of meeting somebody un-cool.

Sick

I don't know why I'm typing about this. This is about last night, but it's really not that import, but I feel like sharing it, even if it's just with a blog. Last night, I went to work at Little Caesar's, and got of 8 minutes late. When the manager asked me why I got off 8 minutes late, I told her I had been finishing up the dishes she'd told me to to, but she didn't seem to understand that when you keep bringing me more dishes, I'm going to take longer to finish. So I left knowing she was upset with me, although I honestly felt like it wasn't a big deal, since it just meant someone else gets to leave a little bit earlier. Once I got to my car though, I checked my phone and saw I had a text message from Sparky, telling me to go to McDonalds, which of course, I did. But as soon as I got there, I got out of my car and laid on the sidewalk. I would usually cringe at the thought of it, but I suddenly felt like I had to throw up. I was later told that I laid there for about 10 minutes before I finally got up. I decided maybe I should go home as soon as possible, but I decided to stop for gas at the Shell on the corner of Tamarack and Carter. I opened up the car door to step out, and immediately threw up. I had a great night. :(

Friendship Doubles Joy and Halves Grief...

I'd never heard anyone say it before today, but as soon as I read it, I understood what it meant. It has to be one of the better quotes I've ever heard and definately one of the few worth remembering. It's nice to have someone who will share your sadness, tell you encouraging words, or to even remind you that everything is going to be alright. It's even better to have someone around who will be happy for you when you're happy. How can you be sad and alone but happy and alone at the same time?