Things that Worry Me

1) There are more cellphones than toilets. Sure, the first thing you think is that each person needs an individual cell phone, while not everyone needs their own toilet. But, let's think this through. How many public restrooms are there? In schools? Malls? How many young kids are there? There are so many people in developing countries that go pee in their backyards while utilizing their iPhones. Talk about priorities.

2) Miley Cyrus' new music video. For the record, I know nothing about the commercial endeavors of Miley Cyrus; never would I have stumbled across this had I not met up with a few friends. But omg WHAT THE POOP WAS THAT. Like I guess I just don't understand this new youth culture. I'm so old.

3) Every four seconds, a child dies from hunger, yet there are people like this.

4) I lack the ability to whistle. There, I said it.

5) People that don't realize they're being hypocritical. Okay so the most recent example of this was a car ride with my mom's friend. While my sister and I were holding onto our dear lives in the backseat, she decided to go on a lovely spiel about how many bad drivers are out on the road.

"Y'know girls, you better watch out for these crazy people. They shouldn't even have their licenses. These types are everywhere!"

Oh, believe me, we know.

Don't Tell Your Secrets to Anyone

I really like people. Not individuals, though. I mean, yes, I do like individuals, but what I'm trying to say is that I like humans in general. Okay, so I already told you guys about my shoe thing. Well, the other day, I was reading an article about how a bear was spotted on Princeton's campus. The author then proceeded to tell me what to do in case I encounter a random bear. One of the tips was to avoid eye-contact, which makes sense: I, too, like to avoid threatening 450-pound black bears. Anyway, so it really got me thinking. Eye-contact is truly such a curious thing. The other day, I went out for a walk, and I saw my neighbor's dog up ahead. It was just staring at me with its tiny, little eyes. So to avoid the barking madness that I knew was about to come up, I just refrained from looking at it in the eyes. Problem solved!

But, my friends, humans are not dogs.

Eye contact, in my opinion, is one of the strongest forms of non-verbal communication. Your average, everyday person will maintain eye contact with you while engaged in a conversation. However, if you know me at all, I am often not surrounded by normal people. Sometimes, people look too hard into my eyes. It feels as though they're trying to scan me for my deepest, darkest secrets (luckily for me, I don't think I have any.) And then we have the polar opposite; people who will not look into eyes. Like seriously, is there something wrong with me? We're having a pretty good conversation, why are you sitting like that? Do I intimidate you? Are you so madly in love with me that you can't look me in the eyes? Or does the dark chocolate-y nature of my iris scare you? (If it does, I don't care much for chocolate, either.) Gah, just when you think you're starting to understand people....

This Post Has No Purpose

So, many (none) of you may have noticed that I haven't posted in quite sometime. Well, it's not that I've been lazy or anything (gasp!) I actually started this blog to give me something to do over the summer, but alas, I have actually been quite occupied. I mean, I was "busy" throughout finals week, but that's a different type of busy. That's like, "Hey, I should be doing school work right.... Oh look a computer!" You know, just classic teenage procrastination. Now that I have nothing to avoid, the Internet just isn't as tempting.

It's Summer Again?

Every year during summer vacation, our news feeds go from "omg why is it not summer yet #cantwait #schoolsux #hashtag" to "ugh i never thought i'd say this, but i miss school" and "bored, hmu." They say there are no such things as boring situations, only boring people. But you don't know boring 'til you've met me. Just the other day, my mom told me I was the most boring person she knows. Yes, my own mother. Don't believe me? Here's a recap of my life:
1) Parties? What parties? I go to sleep at 9 pm on the weekends
2) Shopping? Like the mall? I'd much rather be at Staples
3) Wanna hang out? A movie? No thanks, let's go look at some real estate instead
4) Friday night? I'm probably eating a box of donuts in my room

So there you have it... The best years of my life...
#imsocool

Thought of the Day

I'm the type of person that believes we shouldn't judge people by their outward appearances; humans are so complex, there's so much more to them than glasses and hair color. However, as a human being, I am very flawed, and I have to admit that I do indeed judge people at first glance, but not in the traditional way. I usually find myself staring at footwear. No, not because I'm short (okay maybe 'cause I'm short.)

I believe that footwear says almost everything about a person. The following are a series of shoes from my beloved modcloth.com
Exhibit A: The Risk-Taker
Now, don't get me wrong, I sure love dressing up, but seriously? What rational person wakes up one morning and decides to put these on their feet?

Props to the risk-taker for donning these wedged oxfords. I wouldn't even know how to begin putting these on, let alone walk in them..

Exhibit B: The Fearless

In case you don't know me, I'm scared of quite a few things. One of these is butterflies.

Oh my, I shudder whenever I even think of them! Honestly, if I were walking down the street and I saw you wearing these shoes, I'd probably run away screaming in terror. Don't take it personally.

Exhibit C: "I Have A Pointy Shoe and I Will Use it Against You"

Sure, they seem innocent at first glance, but I wouldn't mess with anyone wearing these. Neither will you if you enjoy your eyes where they are.

Exhibit D: The "I Act Before I Think"

Tan-lines? What do you mean "tan-lines?"

Exhibit E: No words

Does this remind anyone else of those cushiony playthings at Boomers?

Luckily, most people we encounter on a daily basis DON'T wear shoes like this. But next time you meet someone, don't be afraid to take a peak at their feet. It truly does say a lot.

PS- Sorry if I offended any of my zero readers. Do you really like these shoes? Flaunt them, girl. Unless you want to wear B. Then, I probably won't talk to you.

It's not you, it's me.

And it Breaks my Heart

So, just as my faith in humanity was beginning to be restored, something terrible happened. Let me back this story up.
Earlier today, my friend and I were having this awesome conversation about music. I causally mentioned my 7th grade sister's freakish obsession with One Direction (she's a self-proclaimed Directioner.) We decided to implement a plan to slowly transition her into something less shameful. I had high hopes; I was starting to see my sister in a new light.
Suddenly, something extremely uncalled for happened. She volunteered to read my 7-year-old brother a bedtime story. Respectable, right? WRONG. Wanna know what she was reading? Are you ready? She was reading the freaking autobiographies of the guys in One Direction. Like seriously?
But wait, it doesn't stop there! When she was finished, she decided to list their blood types. So yes, now when my brother goes to school on Monday and his teacher asks him what he learned over the weekend, he's going to tell her that Harry Styles has type B+ blood. That's not even a good type.  Like seriously, at least have the decency to have a blood type with which you can universally donate. Gosh.
His blood would.

Fridays.

It's Friday, I get it. We're all tired, and nearing the end of the school year, we're surprised we're still functioning somewhat normally. However, we students aren't the only ones that are mentally deteriorating by the end of the week. Case study #1: My parents.

Example A: This morning, my mom and I were up eating breakfast and watching the news. A short clip came on after a transformer explosion last night in a neighboring township.
My mother: "Oh! I thought they meant transformers like the movie!"
Yes, mom. That makes perfect sense. You keep thinking that, I'll just go to school now.

Example B: On our way to the grocery store, my dad was lecturing me and my sister about the declining standards of American education.
My sister: "I know there are 50 states, I just don't know what all of them are called."
My dad: "Seriously? By the time I was in 6th grade, I could name every country and its capital, on top of the 29 Mexican states I had memorized."
Me: "Dad, you do know there are 31 states in Mexico, right?"
Oh, the irony.
Yeah it's late, I get that too. I should probably go to sleep now.

um what?

Over these past two weeks, I've been through way too many boxes of tissues. Actually, I cried so much that I burst a couple blood vessels under my eyes. On the seniors' last day, I cried 7 times in school alone. Prior to that, I had never cried in public. I don't think I'm ready to grow up. With only two days of my junior year ahead of me, I'm about to enter the crazy world of college applications. I continually feel like I messed up junior year so much, for so many reasons. Next week, I'm set to go on three college visits, what? Where did my childhood go? I vividly remember the first day of fifth grade. We sat in a circle and talked about ourselves (I'm really good at that, in case you haven't noticed.) The girl next to me talked about how her sister started her first day of sophomore year. I remember thinking,"what's a softmore?" And look at me now! Graduation is on Friday.Then, I'm a senior. A SENIOR. I'm 16 years old and 4'11. I can still order off the kids menu for pete's sake. I'm not ready for this. Can someone please give me my life back? Please?

I have to write an essay by 6 pm

In an attempt to refrain from studying for finals a couple more hours, I'll just explain the origin of all of my names/titles. My display name comes from the song "A Man of a Thousand Faces" by Regina Spektor. My blog title comes from a song off one of my favorite albums, "Aim and Ignite" by fun. Finally, my URL comes from the song "Reading Time with Pickle," also by Regina Spektor. I chose this because I feel that we as people tend to place importance on objects that don't really matter, and forget that at the end of the day, pickles really are just pickles. I don't particularly care for pickles, but I sure love Regina Spektor. You'll probably hear more from her later :)

Time to Begin

You know, I've always wanted to have a blog. And have people read it. Maybe readers would think I was cool or something. But probably not, cause no one is going to read this. That's okay though, I'll just keep high-fiving myself.