Hello there! I'm Megan, and this is my witty. I am 15, my birthday is the 27th of February, so I'm a sophomore in high school. I love to read, so in retrospect, my username is kind of stupid. I do love music, though. If you want to know anything else, just ask me :)
Just a Question... With all of you putting your two cents in on who you think would be a better president, Did you form your own opinions by careful consideration of each one's policies, by watching the debates, looking at each with a fair and unbiased view, and completely understanding the issues that are affecting our country and how each candidate plans to fix these issues? Or are you just regurgitating what your parents say? Or saying "Anyone but Obama"? Or just listening to the face value of political promises that almost never come true?
Me: *comes downstairs, getting ready for the morning* Mom: Did you put on any makeup this morning? Me: Nah, I didn't feel like it. Mom: Me: Mom: Me: Mom: Me: Mom: Go put on some mascara. Me: Me: Thanks mom. True story.
So today... My sister is going on her first date, with a guy who's had a crush on her for a year and a half, but never had the courage to tell her. They are going to prom together. I am honestly so so so happy for her. After years of thinking that she was ugly, and that no one could ever love her, and that she was going to end up dying alone with cats, she's being proven wrong. She's been my older sister, the one I look up to, the one I go to for advice, the older sister I try to be to my younger sister. She's the one who makes me laugh harder than any of my friends, who understands me and listens to what I say. She's the one who pulls me out of my slumps when no one else can. She knows me better than anyone else. No one understands our relationship but us and my little sister. Even though she never believes it, she is truly beautiful, and I love her so, so much.
When the Traffic Light Turns Yellow Student Driver Handbook - Slow your car by pressing the brakes gently and come to a complete, safe stop. Actual Drivers - Hit the gas like nobody's bussiness and hope you make it before you get run over.
The other day, A kid in my history class said that his printer broke, so he couldn't do the homework. My teacher's response? "Remember Rob, excuses are the bricks that build the house of failiure." I love my history teacher.