NUMBER 99!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yupp. You read correctly. Numba 99. That means one more than 98 if you don't understand...


So ya. Pretty boring. There's my post for the day.

Later!

What does that mean?

Ah, young people.

Sometimes they bug the living heck outta ya.

Other times they don't.

Sometimes when they ask you to help them with their math, it's hard to say yes.

Very hard.
Especially when they are being "difficult"

"What's 914-635?"

"Well, you need to write it down and subtract each number separately."

"Can you help?"

"..."

"Please??"

"Alright. Fine. First you need to carry over because 5 doesn't subtract from 4, right?"

"Ok."



And the rest is perfect. WHY????? Why can't they just do by themselves??

Ug.

I need something I have heard of.

Not sure it exists. but I'm willing to search.

Have you ever heard of it?

Have you seen it before?

I think it's called.... patience.

I could be wrong.

But, then again it is me.

I'm probably wrong...

How are you? Fine, thanks!

How are you?

Fine, thanks. How about yourself?

I'm doing good. How are the kids? ....

and so forth.

I think I hear that more times a day then I visit the relax& release room. (those who don't know what I'm talking about, you're not missing out on much)

Not that there is anything wrong with being "fine" but I think I'm going to start using words that are more awesome.

Like what? you may ask..

Like........
I'm Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
I'm feeling accomplished
I'm sublime
I'm polyvinylrododospagaspamomo (no idea what that means but I think it's a word)
I'm feeling fabulator
Supercilious, how bout you?

All these and more...

What words have you got for me?

Why us?

Ya know what's tough?

Being a girl.

Yup.
I don't know why, but there is a bunch of pressure for girls to be perfect.
Cause ya know, superstars are!

NOT

What bugs me is, these gorgeous superstars are going around saying they need to lose 20 pounds in one month, while they really aren't bad at all.
I find it kind of funny actually.
Humorous in some ways.

While it's natural to have a desire to be pretty and thin, some girls go to extremes.



Till it's almost just skin and bone.

And, for the pretty part, well, make-up is a wonderful thing.



However, there are times when it's taken just a tad too far.




I don't know... maybe it's just me.

But should we really all have to look beautiful beyond words?









(Just in case anyone doesn't get my humor... this is purely sarcasm)

Prayer help

Hey guys,
My grandfather is going through a rough patch with health and I think prayer would be helpful. Could you pray that God would lead him through this time?

Thanks,

Pssh... eat? Who needs food?

ug. THAT thing.
It's evil ploy to destroy you is slowing creeping up at a pace that should scare even the boogie man.
It's.......
a scale.
Dun dun dunnnnnnnnn

Yup, those doctors office scales scare the heck out of me. Last year around this time, I loved them. That's cause last year around this time I weighed a lot less than I do now.
It's true, I gained a lot of weight once I started eating again.

oops.

Well since ya already know now, I might as well tell you.

Ya ever heard of those unhealthy diets teenagers go on cause they want to lose weight?

Ya...

In my defense I only got down to the recommended weight for my height. The weight determined by the government.

Oh wait.
I had to starve myself to get there? That's not cool.

During the time of my crash diet I only ate around 600 or so calories a day. And that's a very high guess. I say this because I monitored it. Every single thing I ate had to be under 100 calories, except dinner, which I allowed 200. I weighed myself well over 10 times a day. And cried if I gained 2 pounds from 5:45 in the morning to 9 at night. I lost around 17 pounds to be the "normal" weight for girls my height.
What happened?
I lost almost all of my muscle mass and my swimming was going downhill.
I got pneumonia. (Which probably wasn't related to not eating, but it sure would've helped me fight it off if my body actually had some weight on it)
One of my close friends didn't recognize me.
And so much more.....

Did I look unhealthy?
To parents, yes.
To teens, no.

All because of a messed up vision the government gave me on how I'm supposed to weigh.

Does the government really want me to starve myself so I can be the correct weight?
For any of you that have seen or met my mother, I was eating less than her.

For any of you who haven't, she's a stick. Skinny as anything. She doesn't eat much, because she's not hungry.

But I was working out 5 days a week on intense training for 2 hours with almost no food in my body.

Call that healthy?

I don't.

Since when is starvation cool?
I thought we tried to avoid it.

I guess I was wrong.

But I can tell you one thing,
I'm not going back.

Part 2- Grandfather Alexander

Grandfather Alexander was a one-of-a-kind man from the very start.
At the ripe ol' age of 12 he built a car.

Yes. A car.

Vroom, vroom.

A car.
That takes major skills I know that much. I mean, 12 years old is like in 6th or 7th grade nowadays. Can you think of a 12 year old in your neighborhood that could construct a moving vehicle?
I can't.

In 8th grade he stopped school because he needed to help his family and start working. He did many things including an internship at a local shop.

When he was older he worked at a Used Car Dealership where he met his future wife.

Everybody say awwww...

After that the Depression came and he lost his job so he moved to Pennsylvania to live with relatives and got a job fixing presses at a publishing company.
These things were huge and very hard to fix I'd think.

Grandfather Alexander also loved to write poetry. He'd write about anything.

Cockroaches,

Workers,

the presses.

Anything. He'd write and enjoy it.

Later in life he relaxed and slowed things down a bit. My grandmother and grandfather decided that they would like to buy him a cat.
And so they did...

He and his wife seemed to like the cat so much they got another,
which bred another...
which bred another...

At one point in time they had 100 cats, not including the kittens.

After a while they got rid of most of their cats and kept two.

Now, my great-grandfather had one cat that he loved the most. They were buds. They stuck by each other. This cat was his favorite.

The day my great-grandfather went to be with the Lord, his favorite cat passed away as well.

This is a picture of Grandfather Alexander, and his lovely wife :)





!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRANDDAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Next....

Ever had one of those weeks where you say your going to do something but then ya don't?

Ya... I have one of those lives.

I have to go to church now but I'll get the post out about my great grandfather later.

Then, tomorrow, I'll have a commical post.

Cause I can :)

Oh ya.



btw... I finally found out who's been visiting me in Australia... you peoplz should go check her out at http://purelycrazy.blogspot.com/
Go

Go there now

Now

Lazy Bum

I'm such a lazy bum.

i will get a real post out tomorrow.

I will.

I must,

Post about a post

Hey people...
I've been really busy... but I talked to my grandmother and got a bunch of info about my great grandfather... I'll post later today about it :)

Great Grandparents

Everyone has grandparents, whether alive or not. And most of us know what our grandparents did as a job while in their working years.
But what about our great-grandparents?
How many of us know what they did?
I decided to find out... but I only did a couple.

On my mom's side...
My great-grandfather on my mothers side lived in Italy. Therefore, he was Italian(ya liking my deductive reasoning??). I never met him, as he passed away before I was born, but my grandmother remembers allot about him.
Recently when we visited her we were cleaning out this huge bag of old pictures that included things like,
Bee Hive hairstyles
Jumpsuits
Frilly tuxedos
and so much more...
But one of the most treasured items we found was a tape of her father(my great- grandfathers) voice.
We got a tape player out and the tape played flawlessly even though it had been at rest for 30 some years.
It was awesome.
I couldn't understand a single word he said, because he spoke Italian. But my grandmother did. And I could tell it meant very, very much. It was a very touching time.

Her father's line of work was shoe making. They didn't have big shoe making factories then, they had to be made by hand.
His shoes were beautiful... this is the pair my grandmother wore on her wedding day.




Yes, these are hand-made from Italy and about 50 years older than me.
The whole shoe is a leather masterpiece.
Even the silver lining underneath the lace is leather.
Ahmazing.

So I can get more research done on my other granfather(which means calling my grandmother down in Maryland and asking a billion questions....) I will post about my fathers grandfather tomorrow.
:)



(Grandmommy, if your reading this... I'll be calling tomorrow:)

Massage or Massage?

Say it how you'd like. I just want one.

Ever have one of those times where you just need a massage really, really badly?

This is one of those times.

I have a bunch of family that could give me one, but I won't torture them that way.

I've never gotten a professional anything. Except haircut…

My school friends are shocked at this,

"No Manicure?? No pedicure?? No tan??" they say.

"Nope. Nothin."

"Wow." Now it's not like they are the kind of people that choose friends by the clothes they wear and that junk. It's just it's so normal for people to do those things they are a little taken back when they realize not everyone has had things like that. It's not like they think less of me because I don't have one, they just wanna be there when I get my first. J

I can only imagine what it would be like… not know a thing about what to do. Being absolutely clueless when they ask me what color I want then pronounce a huge list of colors I've never heard of.

OH WAIT!

Been there, done that. Not planning on going back.

Either way, my back still hurts.

Ug, now to write stuff down that I'll forget in 20 years anyway.

Woo hoo.

Red Envelope Day

I saw this over on Savannah's blog and thought it was awesome. This is copied from her blog.

Below is a letter that has been circulating with a great idea. The message began in silent prayer from a faithful follower who was spending quiet time with God.

Dear Friends and Intercessors:

This afternoon I was praying about a number of things, and my mind began to wander. I was deeply distressed at the symbolic actions that President Obama took as he began his presidency. Namely, that he signed executive orders releasing funds to pay for abortions, permission to fund human stem cell research, and federal funding for contraception. I have been involved in the pro-life movement for nearly 20 years, and it pained my heart to see a man and a political party committed to the shedding of innocent blood. This man, and this party lead our country, but they do not represent me or the 54% of Americans who believe that abortion is wrong and should no longer be legal.

As I was praying, I believe that God gave me an interesting idea. Out in the garage I have a box of red envelopes. Like the powerful image of the red LIFE tape, an empty red envelope will send a message to Barack Obama that there is moral outrage in this country over this issue. It will be quiet, but clear.

Here is what I would like you to do:

Get a red envelope. You can buy them at Kinkos, or at party supply stores. On the front, address it to:

President Barack Obama
The White House
1600 Pennsylvania Ave. N.W.
Washington , D.C. 20500

On the back, write the following message.

This envelope represents one child who died in abortion. It is empty because that life was unable to offer anything to the world. Responsibility begins with conception.

Put it in the mail on March 31st, and send it. Then send this website to every one of your friends who you think would send one too(do a post on your blog as well). I wish we could send 50 million red envelopes, one for every child who died before having a a chance to live. Maybe it will change the heart of the president.

Warmly, Christ Otto

Let's Send 50 Million red envelopes (and Counting) to the President!

Here is the website- http://www.redenvelopeday.com/ -

In the words of Horton, "A Person Is A Person No Matter How Small!!!"

Ha, you think I forgot? Naw, I was just saving the opportunity for later

I don't like forgetting things. But I don't like writing stuff I know I need to remember down.
I know I need to learn that, but it takes so much time.

But it's situations that hurt you the most that spur you onto working harder and being more proficient in every day life.
I guess.

I just wish it didn't hurt so bad, ya know?
Course ya do.

Life.
Weird, huh?

So, your probably wondering what brought this up.
No, I didn't forget to wash my hands.
No, I didn't realize I didn't have any pants on in the Wal-Mart.
And no, I didn't forget how blink/breathe.

I forgot to remind someone.
I forgot to remind my mom.
I forgot to remind my mom to fill out the Zones form so I could go.

Zones is a very big deal in the Allegheny Mountain Swimming. And I had well over a 50% chance of going.
But we didn't fill out the form that was due Saturday evening.
Stupid form.
Stupid me.
Ug.
Life.

Sorry!

Sorry I haven't posted in a while.... I've been really busy with A Champs this weekend...
For anyone who cares, here are my times... for anyone who doesn't, just know I still breathe and blink and talk.

Saturday-
200 Free- 2:06- AA time, 4 second drop
50 Free- 27.0- (already had an AA time) .27 second drop
200 Butterfly- 2:22- .5 away from AA time, 3 second drop, make it back to finals

Sunday-
400 IM- 5:09- 4 second drop
100 Free- 58.69- AA time, 2 second drop

Most of you won't understand what that means haha, but there it is anyway :)

First day was OK

Alright so last night I had my first official night of work.
Lemme just give you a run-down of what happens there.

First session is 30 minutes long, what happens is a bunch of kids come into our pool area and about 3/4 are excited to get into the water. 1/4 of them are crying there heads off to the point of wanting earplugs to save your poor eardrums.
There are about 5 or 6 teachers that have an average of 4 kids each. That's about 25 kids under the age of 6.
Talk about stressful.
There are 3 guards on duty during the first session, and I'm one of them.
What guards do is basically just walk back and forth making sure the little people don't let go of the wall and drown. Most of the kids were ok, but there was one who refused to put a backpack on.
Backpacks are there to help the kids so they don't drown, die, and leave the school liable. What they are is basically foam on a strap.
But this one kid would not put it on, his mom was over there trying to get it on him and he just wouldn't.
So, if you guys know me, you'll probably know I don't like getting myself into other peoples business.
His mom was there. He was ok.
But then the session started and I got anxious. I decided to impress the boss by being proactive.

Wrong decision.

Instead of helping the mom, the kid got scared and started dashing away... not wanting him to get lost in the people I followed him.
I felt like a stalker... the poor kid kept looking back like I was going to eat him alive.
After I saw where he was going I stopped and lead his mom in that direction.
Not doing that again.

So then the second session is the older kids. About 6 and up.
In this group there is a level system... Level 1, Level 2, Level 3, and Levels 4-7.

No newbie has ever gotten Levels 4-7.
What Level 4-7 is, is just kids that basically know how to swim, but just need technique help.
Apparently, my boss thought I was good for the job.
There are two lanes and two people. The other guy was a guy who has been there for a long, long time, so I thought he'd help me.
Nope.
After he gave me a lane of 5 kids he took the other lane and left.
I then looked at the rambunctious kids and had a...

PANIC ATTACK

I told them to do a 25 freestyle. And they did. Then my other boss saw me and sent one of my buddies over to help, cause she works there too.
That was good.

No, that was better than good.
That saved me from mass destruction.

Third session finally came around and I thought I'd be guarding again.
This is another group of under 6 year olds, and they do little drills that I don't know of. I was planning to watch and learn.

Did I?

Of course not.

I was designated my own group.
Thankfully, I only had 3 kids.

I felt bad for the girl teaching next to me, I kept asking her what to do, haha.
I got through the night though.
Thankfully.


So over all, the first day was ok.

Now tomorrow I have to do it all over again...

What's life?

What is life?
What's the definition?
According to the Mirriam-Websters Online Dictionary, it is

Main Entry:¹life

Pronunciation:\ˈlīf\

Function:noun

Inflected Form(s):plural lives \ˈlīvz\

Etymology:Middle English lif, from Old English līf; akin to Old English libban to live — more at live

Date:before 12th century

1 a: the quality that distinguishes a vital and functional being from a dead body b: a principle or force that is considered to underlie the distinctive quality of animate beings c: an organismic state characterized by capacity for metabolism, growth, reaction to stimuli, and reproduction

But, is that all? It can't be. Cause it's not.
Life isn't just "the quality that distinguishes a vital and functional being from a dead body..."
Life is the walk through different times and different days.
Different struggles, different weaknesses.
Different phases of time where you are close to God, and those times where God is just sorta there.
But, God is ALWAYS there it's just sometimes we're not all the way there.**

But life isn't all bad, right?
There are good times.
There are strengths.
There are laughs.

I know some of you will disagree with my point of view, but I think the teenage years are one of the hardest times in someones life.

Of course, this is coming from the point of view of a teenager... a teenager who has yet to live through her 20's, 30's, 40's and so forth.

But from what I've heard coming from adults, teenage years stink.
Hormones rage.
Hearts are broken.
Friends are separated.

And yet, through all of that, I've also heard that teenage years are the funnest time.

Times where you can let go of worries and just have fun.

Sometimes the fun goes too far, but that can be avoided, right?

I say, if we are going though the hardest time we will have, why not make it the funnest time too?

I have a personal goal to get in at least 5 food fights with at least one other person before I turn 20.
Cause I wanna ;)

What's your goal? Are you gunna lounge around during the prime time?

Have fun, be wild, but don't be sinful


"In spite of the cost of living, it's still popular."
Kathleen Norris





** Thanks to Laura's Husband for showing my error in my typing haha

Sorry or not?

Whenever a kid does something bad they are told to say "Sorry"
Simple enough, you do something wrong, you say sorry.
End of story. Right? Maybe not...

When performing on a stage, and you mess up big time, the last thing in the entire world you would do is look over into the audience and say "SORRY!"

The audience doesn't know you messed up. They've most likely never seen the play or skit before, so they don't know what's wrong or right. For all they know you could've nailed that part, so even if you mess up the whole thing... keep on truckin'. Cause most likely, you're still covered.
You could start the chicken dance and you'd still be o.k.
However, I wouldn't recommend doing the chicken dance... cause that'd be on the edge....


In addition to that... I've been awared! :DThe Aragon award...
Which I pass onto:

Ellie at All American Girl
Christie at Blog Frog
Emily Joy at A Roller Coaster Ride


Enjoy:)

Friends day :)

So I'm excited cause after a refreshing morning practice today, which by the way makes it 6 times I swam this week, I get to go over to my friends house!!!!!! We have been wanting to get together for forever so this rocks.
Especially since it's 65 degrees outside :)

Excitement is a wonderful feeling, no?

The best darn day of the week

I love Friday. It means the week is almost over. Which means that the weekend is very, very close.
I like weekends. So the fact that they are close is very good to me :)

What's your favorite day of the week?

It better not be Thursday.....

Crashes make one sad

Crashes make one sad.
Windows Vista makes one very sad.
Crashes on Windows Vista make one very, very sad.

Yes. That is correct.
You think correctly.

Our laptop (That has windows vista on it) crashed and deleted everything from pictures to music.
All my photos.
All my music.
All my schoolwork that was saved onto it. (I saved some on other computers thank God)

But still. It makes me sad. Very sad.
I had over 70 songs that I bought and now they are all gone. Most of them were for my sisters Sweet 16 party, (Like 35ish)
But the rest I had bought carefully with my numerous iTunes gift cards. I had been taking it slowly. Buying a song maybe once a week. If that. Most people would've spent it all right away. But I tried to be good. I tried to carefully choose which song I liked best.
AND THIS IS WHAT I GET?????????????

Not cool.


Not cool at all.



In other news....
I've been awarded by Emily Joy!!

She has a great blog called A Roller Coaster Ride, go on ahead and check it out!!!The rules are pretty simple. All you have to do is accept the award and award 5 other fellow bloggers. And you can't say that you award everyone :) So now I get to award 5 bloggers!
1. Sara G.
2. Christie
3. Eärwen
4. Marissa
5. Danielle

Thanks so much!

Sing it!

Ah, singing.
In this house, it's pretty much all you ever hear. That, and "MOM!!!!!"
My dad's side of the family is very, very vocally gifted. They've been on Broadway(I think) and many other places.
Us?
Eh.
Let's just say we're not going to be getting any music scholarships any time soon.
I still love to sing... alone. And by alone, I do mean alone.
No family.
NO friends.
Nutin.
Nada.
Zip.
My vocal career starts and ends in my bedroom with my guitar in front of me.
I can say, however, that my shower head is very impressed.
NOT.
All I know is, I have 12(almost 13) year old cousins who are getting gigs up North( I won't tell you where cause you could come and steal them away. That wouldn't run over very well with me). Is that not awesome? I don't know about you, but I think it's pretty sick nasty.
I love my family. They rock.

Work for what? Money... duh.

"BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GET OFF THE LANE LINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Ah, the familiar phrase most of us have heard.
At least, I've heard.
Soon enough, that phrase will be flowing slowly off my lips. And green 20 dollar bills will flow gently in my palms.
Oh ya.
I got a job.
Technically, I'm not a lifeguard cause in Pittsburgh you have to be 15 to be a lifeguard. And I'm only 14 as of now.
But I will be teaching the lil people how to move their arms up and down through H2O.
Simple enough?
Eh.
Little people are cute sometimes, but other times they can be a pain in the behind. But I love little kids in general, so I'm really excited about it. I just hope I don't mess up on the first day.
I can just see myself, standing, watching a kid get rushed off to the hospital.
Epic failure.
And it wouldn't even be because I messed up, it'd be just my luck.

I start next Tuesday.
Tuesday the 10th.
I'll post about how the first day went then.
Till then, however, I'll be a nervous wreck. And my family will be reaping the consequences.

Did I mention I'll be working with my 16 year old sister who's been working there for 2 years?

This will be "fun".

Here's hoping....

Happy Birthday to Dr. Suess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Happy Birthday to you, dear old Dr. Seuss


Yes, today marks the birthday of one of the most famous authors in America.
Dr. Seuss was a man of extreme smarts. And deserves to be recognized for his masterpieces.

Here's a list of all of his books-
And to Think That I Saw It on Mulberry Street, 1937
Bartholomew and the Oobleck, 1949
The Butter Battle Book, 1984
Cat in the Hat, 1957
Cat in the Hat Comes Back, 1958
Cat's Quizzer, The
Daisy-Head Mayzie
Did I Ever Tell You How Lucky You Are? 1973
Dr. Seuss ABC, 1963
Dr. Seuss Sleep Book, 1962
The Five Hundred Hats of Bartholomew Cubbins, 1938
The Foot Book, 1968
Fox in Socks, 1965
Great Day for Up! 1974
Green Eggs and Ham, 1960
Happy Birthday to You, 1959
Hop on Pop, 1963
Horton Hatches the Egg, 1940
Horton Hears a Who, 1954
How the Grinch Stole Christmas, 1957
Hunches in Bunches, 1982
I Am Not Going to Get up Today!, 1987
I Can Draw It Myself: By Me, Myself with a Little Help from My Friend Dr. Seuss, 1970
I Can Lick Thirty Tigers Today & Other Stories, 1969
I Can Read with My Eyes Shut!, 1978
I Had Trouble in Getting to Solla Sollew, 1992
If I Ran the Circus, 1956
If I Ran the Zoo, 1950
King's Stilts, 1939
The Lorax, 1971
McElligot's Pool, 1947
Marvin K. Mooney, Will You Please Go Now, 1972
Mister Brown Can Moo, Can You, 1970
My Book About Me, 1969
Oh, Say Can You Say?, 1979
Oh, the Places You'll Go!, 1990
Oh! The Thinks You Can Think!, 1975
On Beyond Zebra, 1955
One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish, 1960
Scrambled Eggs Super!, 1953
The Seven Lady Godivas, 1987
Shape Of Me And Other Stuff, 1973
Sneetches And Other Stories, 1969
There's a Wocket in My Pocket! 1974
Thidwick, the Big-Hearted Moose, 1948
Wet Pet, Dry Pet, Your Pet, My Pet
Yertle the Turtle & Other Stories, 1958
You're Only Old Once

Busy boy. Huh?

The man was a genius. If he didn't have a word that rhymed he made one up!
Yertle the Turtle...
GENIUS!

Do yourself a favor today, read a good Dr. Seuss book.

Ya know ya want to :)




A couple other things totally unrelated to the post...
I changed my background because the other one just wasn't working out for me. Let me know how you like this one...

And whoever is in Canada reading my blog, you rock!! :)
Do you think you can leave a comment so I can address you properly? Haha thanks so much!

Life's short.

Ever heard people say, "Life's short, so do what you wanna do" ? I've certainly heard it a couple times on certain T.V. channels.
I've decided to totally over-analyze that saying.
Why?
Because I can :)

What's true about this statement?
Life's short... yes that's true. It is short relative to God's life. But compared to the lifespan of a fruit fly, I think it could be defined as long. Am I wrong to believe this? Maybe, maybe not.

So do what you wanna do... could this statement get more selfish? I'm not sure. But I am sure that if everyone did what they wanted to do, we have more fat people in this world then termites.
Yes, that does include me.
I know from personal experience if I do what I want to do, and only what I want to do, I'm a miserable wreck. Most likely because I'm very strange and what I want to do is sit on the couch with a bag of Sun Chips (in the Harvest Cheddar flavor :D) and watch Barney re-runs.

I'm just kidding about the Barney re-runs.
Teletubbies is so much better and everyone knows it.

ANYWAY... I know that doing what I want to do, I always mess things up more than I can imagine.
Plus I have to tell my parents... which really stinks.

Am I crazy for thinking this? The probability is strong. However this is what I believe and I'm planning to stand by it.
I believe Disney and Nickelodeon have a estranged view on life. I probably miss used the word estranged, but what I meant to say is,
If that's what the stars are doing, then why are they on drugs?
Why do they get drunk so often?
Why do they swear?
Why do they commit suicide?

In a world where kid-stars are popping out like lice on a kids head, what life awaits them? Are they doomed to a life of "doing what you wanna do?" And by doing what they want to do, being miserable beyond compare?

No thanks.

I'm sorry if I'm the outcast, but that's not the life I want.
If that's the life awaiting the kid-stars of today, Lord help them cause I certainly can't.