Bob is a beautiful name: Don't judge me.

I love music so much. Who doesn't? I had a boyfriend once that absolutly hated music, but you could see that outcome from far away that our relationship wasn't gonna last. My boyfriend now loves music and we both like Bob Seger. I love Bob because he has such a good beat and his jams are very catchy. My parents got me into him when I was little and I would skip around everywhere screaming the lyrics.

Kids can be funny. Like the other day, I was babysitting and the kid I watch asked me if me and my boyfriend had a little baby what would I name it. I'm seventeen years old. What the hell would I be doing having a kid? That's a scary thought. He said it with a straight face and so I said I didn't know and I turned red. The other two girls [his sisters] got a kick out of it and they're a little bit older so they understand and then they told him later that I wouldn't have sex ever in my life. That made me feel real good about myself. He doesn't know what sex is so I got so many questions that evening! Ugh, can you imagine how embarressed I was and flustered? I told my boyfriend what he said and then he responded saying, "Dude that's not funny." I wasn't laughing.

When I was little I remember my uncle would come over and babysit me with my older cousin. They were similar in age. They would always tease me and scare me at night. I would be sitting on the chair with my cousin and my uncle would be on the other couch alone with a big blanket. He would start to kick his legs under the blanket and pretend that he was being attacked my a monster and I would start crying. Then my cousin would pop out of closets at me while playing hide and go seek. I never wanted to look into another closet again!

My uncle and I were always really close and the funny thing is, he would have me come into his room and play this game, simon says. He would say, "Simon says to pick up all my clothes off the floor and put them in the hamper." And I actually thought I was participating in some fun game with my Uncle, who was only about ten years older than me. I was maybe five or six at the time and gullable.

Bob Seger reminds me of when I was little, because when I was little all I really can remember was in my old house after we cleaned up the house, my mom and dad would dance to the bee gees or something crazy for some strange annoying reason. Then they would make us watch them dance from our couches. My mom would make embarressing gesters for me to join her crazy, insano dancing. I think I cried once, because I was so scared. One day I'll carry on the tradition and do it to my kids.

Just remember, Bob is a beautiful name.

Don't Eat Me Clothing Monster!

Sometimes I hate the things I wear unless they are comfortable and they look good on me. I hate the color pink. Oh boy, I can't handle that color for my life. If someone wanted me to wear it, I would be a bitch all day, because when I don't like what I wear I tend to act like a five year old brat who won't shut up and complains about every little thing. "Mommy! Johnny's touching my leg! Mommy tell him to stop it now! Mommy, he's hurting me and touching me!" *this is the car ride to a far away place and the mother is trying to stay sane, it's only five minutes into the trip and she already wants to drop them all off on the side of the road.* Well mommy wants her to shut her big mouth and that's how annoying I can be if you put me in a pink article of clothing. It ain't pretty the way pink should be, that's for sure. Anyways, my clothing has to make me feel like I have indivdual pride, if you know what I mean. I love the occasional plaid flannel and the old riped up comfy jeans that you never have the heart to wash because they will loose their soft feeling.

You know how whenever you wash jeans they get all stiff? I hate that. I never wash my jeans unless I really need to, not only for that reason, but when I do wash them I always need to wear them as soon as I put them in the wash. Like the other day, I was going to go to Cj Baramores with my boyfriend for his birthday. We had a wonderful time, but I couldn't wear my favorite jeans cause they needed to be washed and my mom didn't even have the washer started by the time I walked out the door.

I hate it when you wear a shirt in a store to try it on and you look stunning in it, but when you take it home and hang it up in your closet and you go to wear it the next day, it looks like poop on you and you want to take it back right away. What a waste of gas, time, and spirit.

The problem with me is if I don't like what I am wearing I'll change a thousand times before walking downstairs. My dad loves to go and make comments and say, "Oh that looks stupid with those shorts." OR my favorite comment of his, "You're gonna wear that out tonight?" *Stuggling frown face*

There is only one thing I like about clothes, they express an individual's emotions and their personality. Everyone knows that! So I am happy that I can wear what I chose to! I just hope the clothing monster next to my window [aka my giant pile of clothes I just threw to the side] won't eat me one day in spite of me ignoring it for so long!

Camel Cigs and white pants.

Let me explain to you something that I am completely apauled to be witness to. I was just coming home from a party with my parents and we went to cvs, a local drug store near by. I was in the car waiting for my dad to come back out so we could finally get home. Two girls with white pants were outside of the automatic doors and they were texting and laughing and talking to one another. It looked like they we pretty young, but they were attempting to act older than what they really were. They looked sleezy to me, one girls top was too small and her pelvic area was shown, she was wearing a different colored thong that you could see from even a far distant, and to top all of that my younger brother knew her from school. She was a year younger than him, which meant she was thirteen and so was her friend. Now I am seventeen and I still wouldn't have done what these two girls did. They saw a man walk up and he was African American. He had on a striped blue shirt and they confronted him at his car like he knew them. They started to talk and my mom and I watched over the two girls intently. They started laughing with the man and then they handed him some money. He then went into the building and dialed a number on his phone.

My mom and I knew that he was going to buy them something from the drug store. I thought it would most likely be cigs, my mom thought alcohol perhaps. My dad then came out to the car and we told him. He decided to stay and wait. The funny thing is, he decided to go in after the man to see what he was up to. He found him and confronted him in the enterance as he was about to get out. The girls stayed back in confusion. My dad told him it was illegal and he would suggest not doing that. The man told him he wasn't getting the cigs for the girls, but it was quite obvious after what we saw.

The man told the two girls then to get into his car. This is where I went completely crazy. They slowly went and opened both the backseat doors and got in, then the man quickly drove away out of the parking lot! We wrote down his license plate and gave it to the store, but really? Why would any young girl or child get into the car with an adult they don't even know?! Ever hear of "Stranger Danger" girls? The whole cigarette thing is common and I have friends that still do that, but the girls got into this man's car and they drove off fast down the road! What if he is going to rape them? Or murder them?

My real feelings on this are mostly concerned with the girls getting into the car. What if they didn't know him, he looked like he was well into his 30's and he wasn't really that attractive either. He may have been African American and both the girls were Caucasion, but there is really no way they knew him because they stopped him as soon as he came out of his car and they straight up gave him the money and made him go in. Where was he taking them? Could they have gone to the girls house so she could have a ride home? Or did he want to take them to a deserted area to possibly rape or kill them? I am not trying to be racist either by the way. Even if he was white, I would feel the exact same way! Why would they risk their lives and what would their parents think?

I guess it isn't my problem to worry about, but if I had kids that did that in the future, I would be pissed off.

This is coming from a 17 year old.