Wrinkles and sagging much?

I'm old.

Like grandma old.

Aged.

Outdated.

Not new.

No longer funny.

I'm so old it is more expensive to buy the candles for the cake, compared to the cake itself.

I went to the Jr. High today.

Am I a giant?

I felt like I was in Japan, that's how tall I felt.

These kids are only a couple of years younger than me, and yet if they had bald spots I would be able to shine them with no problem. (Thank goodness they don't though)

I'm only 5' 9.5"

I don't think that is all that tall.

These little kids were probably as big as my thigh. They are tiny. It kind of makes me sick. Our future is in the hands of these kids. How are they supposed to be the chosen generation when they can't even look over the pulpit at church? Let's pray that puberty blesses them with good looks and height.

They just hold their binders in their delicate little arms and run around dodging kids that had already hit their growth spurts. Why do they run?! What are they running from exactly? Maybe girls still have cooties. Or they are scared that their future chest hair will come up from behind and attack. Please don't think I'm being sexist. Some girls look like little scrawny monkeys too. But usually they are of the boy gender.

Little boys are .... strange.

Maybe. I'll wake up and have wrinkles all over my face.

I will soon be looking up botox on google...

No no no. Don't worry. I won't. I just feel freakishly old. It kind of makes me sick. I don't want to grow up. I like my age. I like my life. I don't want to go and be a poor college student. Ah. Crazy how fast you grow up.

I felt like a grandma in this place. I felt like I was about to keel over right there and then.

Ya. I felt old.

So it was just Halloween right? I love Halloween! Best holiday ever. You get to dress up, steal candy from people willingly, and you get to cozy up to a good looking male during all the frightening events. Candy+whatever clothes you want+cute boys= Peachy holiday.

Except there is one thing that is slightly disappointing when it comes to this overwhelming holiday. Girls dress up like...um...Vegas street walkers.... and get away with it!

Aside from those "choice" girls, Halloween is just fantastic.

I used to hate it.

Compare these pictures.

There is a difference.

I grew up.

To all a good night-

Grandma Sam.

Road Rage.

Taking your rage out on the road.

AKA.

The desire of wanting to plow your car into another driver's car.

I have it.

You have it.

But.

I have it worse than you.

I just hate those block-headed people who decide they can go five under the speed limit. Sad thing is, is that most of those people are elderly. I LOVE OLD PEOPLE! But. Not when they drive. Then I just want them to just go back to the retirement home. And stay there. Forever.

Sounds a little harsh, but I can not express how much I HATE stupid drivers. I mean really. Turn on your freakin' blinker. Is it really that hard? If you would have done that I wouldn't be sitting here waiting to get on the road. Dummies.

There is one word that I never say.

Which is retard.

I find it offensive and harsh.

Because I'm at the Developmental Center a lot, I get to work with people and some of them actually do have retardation.

Why is that a bad thing? When you call some one a retard. Or say that something is retarded. You are putting down people who actually are retards. so STOP.

The only time I ever say that is driving...

Behind someone numskulled.

When my road rage gets really bad you can tell by my body language. (Which does not include words that fall out of my mouth one by one..)

My face gets abnormally close the the steering wheel.

My nose scrunches up.

My eyebrows go down.

My muscles shoot out of my perfect skin.

And death rays come out of my eyes.

I wish.

So, I call the attention of the inferior drivers. Please stop. Or else next time you see a little blue/purple bug behind you, be prepared for honking, angry faces, and laser beams. It will happen. Promise.

The one telling you to speed up-

Samuria.

Kicking Butt and taking names.

Lately have done nothing.

Today I've done nothing.

The last hour I've done nothing.

And right now I'm doing...Nothing.

Unless you count blogging. But not that many people read this... So technically I'm doing nothing.

So. Obviously. I'm kicking butt and taking names at doing nothing.

Do you think you are doing less than me? Doubt it.

So while doing nothing, I did nothing.

Nothing, nothing, nothing.

I don't really have anything interesting to write about.

I guess I could write about the time where I almost slipped and broke my neck, while my "friends" were around the corner and had no idea. So afterwords I stood there awkwardly with people staring at me. Good thing I'm not embarrassed easily.

Or I could talk about how my math teacher has the exact same last name as me. And we are both from Scotland.

I could maybe even talk about how much I hate this dreaded math homework.

But instead. I'll write about. I'm not sure actually... Whatever rolls out of the tips of my fingers, I guess.

Sometimes. I sit and dream. I dream about being old, with curly grandma hair, and

wrinkles that are deeper than the Grand Canyon. And I'll have a cute little

husband that is more fragile than me. And my grandchildren will love

me, because I smother them in big juicy kisses with my ruby red

lipstick. And I'll give them cookies and different assorted

treats. And I'll love crocheting and I'll make a hat

for each one of my cats, and I'll name my cats

Lou, Jasper, Dale, Wallis, Oliver, and Bob.

Please note that all those cats were

boys. Because, boy cats are

so much greater than

girls. I will be a

great old lady.

Until one

day I

Die.

But none of that really matters right now.

Right

now in

my life, I

am growing

into a person,

and this person is

what I will be like for

the rest of my life. I will

always be this Samantha Jean

That I am creating right now, So

I have decided that I should make this

Sam great, and not think about being old.

But instead, think about tomorrow, and what

I'm going to do to make tomorrow amazing. And

my future amazing. Because so much depends on one

little action, and that little action could happen tomorrow.

But you won't know, until you make that decision. So I know

what I am going to do tomorrow. Well, not really, but I know that I

am not going to do anything that I'll regret. Which also includes not doing

something, or trying something, or talking to somebody. So every chance I

get at making something amazing, I will take it. And hopefully I won't screw it up.

Hopefully.

ps. I can't wait to be old.

See ya. Wouldn't want to be ya-

Tall girl.