Family and problems

I feel like typing about how my sister is going to be staying here at our house for some months while she recovers from her pregnancy but I wish it was just her and her new baby but that's not the case. Her two other kids and the father of the kids will be staying here too.

Her husband is an asshole and a hypocrite. I don't trust him or feel safe in the house with him, knowing his history.

Why do I have this blogger? I don't understand why I have it but I have this need to type and publish it. It gives me this feeling of accomplishment. In school I'll graduate and what not but I know that I won't finish my homework. When I finish my work I do get that same feeling but it's not as easy to get it as it is here.

Snapple Real Fact #69 No word in the English language rhymes with month.

Snapple Real Fact #107 You burn more calories sleeping then watching TV.

Snapple Real Fact #173 Chinese is the most spoken language in the world.

Snapple Real Fact #168 One brow wrinkle is the result of 200,000 frowns.

Social Site Confusion

I feel the need to delete my facebook and tumblr. I don't understand either of them anymore.

Facebook seems to be useless now and I don't feel the need to use it anymore except for the fact of the AP Eng group. On facebook I have family and that limits me on what I can post without them find out about something I'd prefer they not know. I hate how become addicted to games on there as well. They are pointless and a waste of time, like most games.

Tumblr now used to be the escape from all the other sites but not that too has started to morph into something undesirable with its limits. I see pictures of legs with bruises on them and I just don't understand what that's supposed to mean. Then I get this icky feeling and like I don't belong on there, well not anymore.

Noticing

Sometimes I wonder why people at school dress the way they do. Brian Katz my first period AP Eng teacher told us about how old high school students came back and noticed how everyone dressed and it seemed like a fashion show. I began to see how everyone did seem to be dressed a particular way and then there were a couple people who didn't look like any of the others. Mostly the freshman were the ones who dressed differently.