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When I was in grade school, people made fun of my frizzy hair. I didn’t care that I had frizzy hair. I wasn’t even aware that there was something significant about my hair. But apparently there was, and I got made fun of, and I started caring.

Sometimes I get made fun of now for my opinions. It’s a different kind of upsetting, but it reminds me of grade school. It’s like the further away you are from neutral on anything, the more likely it is you’ll end up a joke. Take a step in any direction, even an unimportant direction, and someone will find you weird and therefore, hilarious.

Now that I think about it, it’s kind of sad for the people who make fun of others. If you’re close enough to neutral to feel safe making fun of others, you are probably boring. Boring. God. How do these people live with themselves?

Then there’s the whole issue of bringing up something no one cares about. Imagine if someone next to you brought up that some kid’s shoes were ugly. The kid doesn’t care. Why the hell does the person next to you care? Tell them to find something else to worry about. There are problems all over the world. Tell them to pick a random place and start worrying about whatever is going on there. Or tell them to worry about themselves. They’re probably boring. Tell them to work on their personality. Most of all, regarding the kid’s shoes, tell them to get over it already.

I found out I’m going to a volunteer orientation on Wednesday, so I decided to do a vlog today so I could focus my Wednesday energy on the orientation. (I’m gonna volunteer at my old grade school’s after-school program!)

Doing this vlog, seriously, it was like being back in gym class in 12th grade. Oh, and also, I mention Josh in this one, and also, Josh just did his first vlog, and it’s funny and awesome (DUH), so go see Josh’s, yes? YES.

You know, I haven’t sat down to talk about my life in a while. What’s it been, a whole week?

So, it’s been calm. Today, I went to school. I think I’ve decided to drop two classes. Two out of three, to put that in perspective. The reasons are three.

1. I need a job, and I cannot find one with all the class time, commute time, and homework time combined. It leaves me like 10 hours of chill time a week.
2. They’re worthless classes. In math class, I’m learning about the hundredths place and computer class, Microsoft Word. Instead of taking classes that are way too easy for me, I can talk to the counselor next semester and find classes good for me.
3. I’m probably going to fail at least one of those easy classes because I hate doing easy homework. I haven’t even paid for all the stuff I need for computer class, and the thought of spending $70 more on a class I hate is infuriating me and making me bitter and yeah! I can’t pass a class like that, and I can’t afford to fail classes. My poor GPA and bank account, guys.

That was today. Yesterday, I went to meet with a web design/development client in Santa Monica. It took me four hours, and I got lost in Little Tokyo on the way back. It was a scary experience.

Santa Monica was ridiculous. Everyone walking around looked like a superstar, and I saw like, I don’t know, three vegan places. And I’m guessing/hoping every place had at least one vegan option.

Also, it was Monday at around noon, so, I don’t know what everyone was doing walking around. Like, it was a magical place where no one had a job. And the beach was about a block away. I know. Magical.

I’ve been trying to integrate my ~real life~ and web life lately, just because I don’t care. What could it hurt? At best, my life will be all-over relevant. I used to be scared of blending the two because I thought someone would make fun of me, but like, people used to make fun of my curly hair. There’s something wrong with makers-fun-of, honestly. They’ll just need to get over me and my website and curly hair.

I can’t remember what happened before yesterday. Thumbs up!