I Get to Drive Soon!…or Not

So, this year, I’m going to turn sixteen. Which means…PERMIT! PERMIT! PERMIT! YAY!

When I was twelve, I thought that I was probably going to get my permit the second I turned sixteen because my parents would want me to do a billion errands for them and pick my brother up from school and whatnot. But then I started getting older and seriously being like, “K, when am I getting a car?” And my parents just completely disregarded it.

I mean, when you are a freshman, sophomore, or even a junior it is slightly acceptable to ride the bus. As in, you can get away with it. When you’re a senior, it just DOESN’T HAPPEN. It’s actually not okay. And for some reason that I cannot fathom, my parents think that this is an option. I’m not going to get a car when I’m sixteen, or even seventeen, or eighteen or nineteen or I don’t even know! Nobody told me when I was eight that I wasn’t going to get a car/driving vehicle thing! My cousin is thirteen and he’s halfway to getting a car–he’s been saving up since he got money. Yeah, good idea. I should’ve done that if I had known.

So now I have this legit dilemma. Everyone’s talking about when they’re getting a car, what kind, how their parents have this sweet ride all lined up for them and I’m all like TAKIN THE BUS! ‘Cept not really because I’m actually not doing that. I mean, I’m going to get my permit and all and know how to drive and get my license but I’m not going to have a car which is kind of an issue. My cousin (another one) got a car in her senior year of high school because she “needed” it because her school was an hour away. My parents are all like, “Oh you don’t need a car. You can take the bus or walk or whatever.” They don’t seem to understand the social consequences of being eighteen and taking the bus to school.

They also won’t let me get rides with my friends. My uncle suggested this and my mom shot the idea down immediately. It’s because they’re too immature and not licensed enough and it’s just “out of the question” and not even an option. I’m kind of stressing out about this because where I live in this snobby town, kids get like BMW’s for their sixteenth birthday. The bottom line is I need a car and don’t have money. Oh, and did I mention how I can’t get a job purely for the sake of money? Yup. So that’s out. So, I need ideas on how to get a car or something by the time I’m seventeen!

College Already?

Today, I had a meeting with my guidance counselor to “arrange” my classes for next year. First of all, I told my mom that I had such meeting, the date, and the time, which I figured was a given. Like, I’m not going to NOT tell my mom that I don’t have a meeting that’s going to plan out my classes for all of next year. Unfortunately, I was sorely mistaken as a few of my friends who think they are SO COOL (a few days ago, they were talking about Pokemon, obviously, the height of coolness) starting going “WHADDA NOOB, YOU’RE SUCH A NERD.” You just said noob. And I’M the nerd. ANYWAY, the point is I don’t think most kids’ parents came to their meeting.

After I told my mom this, she, after establishing that she could make it, said, “I have a few questions.”

Translation: The meeting will take forever.

So clearly this was a mistake on my part. I should have approached the situation in a more cunning way. The meeting was called for 8:45, right at the start of gym (hey, I wasn’t complaining about missing square dancing) and I figured, okay, I’ll be back at 9:00, 9:10 AT THE LATEST. I didn’t leave until 9:25. Hence, the reason I called my mother’s presence a “mistake.”

When I got home from school, my mom immediately started talking about colleges, GPA’s, classes, and the like (I could tell she had been thinking and researching all day). I’m taking a pretty challenging set of classes this year, so my GPA isn’t like a 4.0, but it’s not too far off. But then she went all “I went on this website and you can check out the average GPA and colleges and see what they are and SAT’s…”

…my head just started spinning a little.

So I went on the college website or whatever, because, yeah it’s interesting and kind of fun (fine, I am a little bit of a nerd). I don’t have my mind set on any college or anything yet, but my mom and I just clicked on the good ones to get an idea. The average acceptance GPA or whatever was usually a bit higher than mine is right now so my mom (like those Asian parents that those hilarious videos on YouTube make fun of) is all like “You need to bring your GPA up LA LA LA because its all so ‘competitive’ and they only take ‘the best’.”

This starting stressing me out. This is when I realized that college is FREAKISHLY SOON! Like, I just started high school, but I feel like I can’t relax for one second or its all COLLEGE COLLEGE COLLEGE. I feel like a kid still, and I’m going to be in college before I know it. What happened to the time?

I Hate Food

WHAT?! YOU HATE FOOD? WHAT KIND OF FREAK ARE YOU FOOD IS LIKE THE BEST THING EVER KNOWN TO MAN JESUS WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!….

…everyone just calm down!

Of course I don’t hate food. Please breathe and don’t have an aneurysm.

I love food. That’s just the problem. My mom always asks my brother, “Are you living to eat, or eating to live?” (Living to eat…duh.) But the way I see it, food is a huge part of our life even if we don’t want it to be. We eat (minimum) three times a day, if not more. Including snacks and “grazing”, I probably eat closer to five times a day (especially when the pantry is stocked full of delish tidbits). Even when we’re not at home with food at our fingertips, we’re either out for long periods of time (in which, we are guaranteed to eat) or tantalized with food stands, food smells, food posters, food advertising. Food (now that I’ve typed it so many times, “food” is starting to look weird) is a constant in our life.

But I’m not one of those people who can eat to my stomach’s content and not put on an ounce of fat (CURSE YOU CRUEL GENES!) This is the main issue. If I wanted to, I could probably reach around 200 pounds in a week if I ate in a certain way. It’s because my family is freakishly healthy that we all maintain normal weights despite our (much) less-than-average heights.

If you’re like me, you probably get SO annoyed when you see these skinny or buff people and are like,

“wow…they must have ridiculous willpower and exercise A LOT to get that body…wish I could do that” *goes back to eating sundae*

Then you meet them and are like

“SOOO what sports do you play?”

“I suck at sports.”

..oookay. “Do you like diet a lot?”

“Are you kidding me?” *holds up plate with every possible item from the lunch buffet*

Yeah, those people can go die.

If you are one of those people, I’m kidding. You can stay alive. But you are ridiculously lucky.

Food has this obnoxious way of creeping up on you at the worst times. Like when you’re TRYING to lose five pounds (hypothetically speaking, so people don’t get their knickers in a knot) and then there happens to be this cute family reunion just as you’re getting on a roll. You’re faced with eleventeen kinds of pies, eighty kinds of cakes, forty kinds of cookies, and some special coconut-ice-cream-chocolate concoction that you just HAVE to try. Yeah, thanks a lot Food. THANKS FOR HELPIN ME OUT!

I guess my “hatred” for food is partially my fault. Like when I’m home on the weekends, I can go from breakfast (noon) to dinner (8 PM) without any food in between. But I just don’t. At 4, I go, “WOAH I HAVENT EATEN FOR FOUR HOURS WHATS WRONG WITH ME” *stuffs face*

Just kidding.

But I do have this internal clock thing that tells me I should eat even if I’m not hungry. This isn’t about me trying to lose weight or anything. I’m just jealous of the people who have lightning-fast metabolisms and never put on a gram of fat no matter what they eat.

What about you guys? Are you one of those people who can pig out and never gain weight, or one of those people who has to watch what they eat? What’s your take on food?