Why I will NEVER assume I am alone in the house ever again--ever.

Earlier this summer, Mums decided to take my siblings to the beach. She offered to take me too, but an afternoon alone in the house sounded much more attractive than one on a hot, crowded, sandy beach. (She was fairly disturbed by this announcement, and more than a little concerned for my mental health, but she picks her battles.) So, I watched the car pull out of the driveway, and proceeded to make myself feel truly at home. Abandoning my customary vanity, I ignored my contacts, put my hair up the most unattractive (and coincidentally, most comfortable) hairstyle known to teenage girl, and put on the first outfit I laid hands on--hot pink shorts and an orangy red t-shirt. I never ever dress like this, except when I am completely alone, apparently. After composing this marvelous outfit, I decided to clean my room--starting on my sister's side. She has apparently been telling me horrible falsehoods for years about completely cleaning out under her bed (and I believed her, being awed by the sheer volume of stuff she managed to pull out). So you can imagine my horror and disgust as I discovered the gobs of dirty clothes and crumpled school assignments dwelling behind her bed when I pulled it out to sweep. This amount of work was going to call for music. Loud music. Of the variety I don't normally listen to unless I am completely alone.

That afternoon found me completely disheveled, alternately singing along to My Life Would Stink Without You and insulting Ellie, all at the top of my lungs--when I heard footsteps. My father appeared in my doorway.
"Umm, how long have you been home?" 
 Please, please say only a minute.
"I never left."

I would like to say this broke down all sorts of emotional walls between my father and I, that we shared a deep conversation about our innermost thoughts and desires. From that day forward, I had no inhibitions, and have renounced all of my vanities. This was not to be. Instead, he laughed at me, and I told him on no uncertain terms to GO AWAY! Needless to say, I now search every room in the house for lurking fathers before commencing my "alone in the house" activities.

Pinterest is Overrated.

     Today, as I was discussing blogs with a friend who is rather devoted to his, I remembered that I have one also. And, I ended my last post with a promise to write the next day. Well, lets just say I did fairly well, as much as I can recall:) I did decide that pinterest is overrated. Who cares if I don't have amazing hair everyday for school? I don't.

     And so, I have reached a decision. I will simply live my life without comparing it to others lives. I should probably endeavor not to live every Saturday as the previously described one, but not every day has to fit that crazy schedule I designed. With this, I leave you--potentially to clean my room. But probably not:)