Another useless rant.
Firstly, Christmas. I'm very tired of seeing people twist the meaning of Christmas around. There are supposedly so many reasons and they all mean different things. No. Christmas is to celebrate the birth of Baby Jesus. Why do you think you put a star atop your tree? Hrm, maybe because of the North star that guided the Three Kings to the manger, hmmm? Christmas isn't about the gifts, it's about celebrating our redemption, becaue it's the birth day of our Savior.
Secondly, the people at my school. I'm sick of being told I'm not talented enough, not smart enough, not pretty enough. Those are things I really can't help. I am not overly athletic, no; I dance. I am not overly talented; I am an artist. And well, unless I get plastic surgery I can't help how I look. :/
Thirdly, my stalker. He's just creepy. "So are you happy with how your pottery turned out?" Gee, I don't know. Are you happy with the fact that you're stalking a 15-year old girl?
Fourthly, my father. He promised me a car for my sixteenth birthday, which is in eight days. Now, he won't sign the car over to me, so I can't have it, because my mother thinks he'll try to sell it or leave it uninsured. And we can't help that when it's solely his name on the title.
Lastly, my addictions. Blah. 'Nuff said, right? Ciao, my dears. †