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Daniel: We are not mean.
He's an asshole. He deserves it. Every time I see a new post, I wanna shit, "TEAM JORDAN!" all over it. But, I'm biding my time. Soon, Team Jordan will STRIKE. We'll strike hard. We'll strike hard. We'll strike with boobies everywhere.

Forest Gump.

I don't have exact copies, so, from memory:

Forest: didn't think that was funny. Sorry, I don't like stereotypes.
Nick Powers: *something about having played a prank on him, please get over it, you're supa gay dude.*
Jordan: coming from the textbook definition of "flaming?" Sorry, I don't like contradictions.
*several other people*: LOLOL, truedat girl!
Forrest: Jordan, you met me for one day two years ago. ive grown up since then. please dont be a bitch and stop commenting my statuses.
Jordan: These other people have known you for longer, and they agree with me. Same shit different day, sweetie.
Nick Powers: Jordan's right. I've known you since 6th grade and you've only gotten gayer.
Forrest: *promptly deletes his status.*

Two minutes later:
Forrest: my name must taste good cos its in your mouth A LOT. get a life little girl.
Jordan:Excuse me? I've to you twice. This makes three times. i have said your name, on facebook, once-- in the status you just deleted. I use proper grammar. I capitalize my "I's."
Your name is never in my mouth. But your shit is constantly on my wall.
Forrest: then why dont you just delete me?
Jordan: Because you're just SO DAMN INTERESTING.

And then my phone died :(
I think I won, though. At least, Forest certainly didn't.
He's the first person I've been seriously mean to in a very long tim. No regrets, he's an asshole.

DysFUNctional, lulz.

My family has a lot of problems. I've always been really honest and open about my family's problems, because everyone's family has problems and all of us should talk about it.
Not talking about it doesn't make it go away. It just makes you angry inside.

So I've always been receptive to answer, "how was your night?" with, "oh, it was great until I got home. Mom and Grady were arguing by the time I got there and I couldn't sleep for all the yelling, so I'm pretty tired today." Or "it was cool until my dad showed up and told me I'd never see my mom again. I haven't stopped crying for three days."
You know? Because then people say, "I know how you feel, my mom ran over my puppy, and I don't think it was an accident," and they feel better and we have a long lasting bond. Our dysfunctional families have been of substantial use.

And I've written this paragraph so that you understand why I'm writing the next one.

I think I may be estranged from my father and his side of the family.
He told me the Sunday after graduation that he would "like" for me to spend two weeks with him after my UNO orientation. We never spoke of it again.
So, while at orientation, I called and asked what? and he got angry, and I got angry, and the conversation didn't go anywhere but, ultimately, I won because Saturday has come and gone and I was not at his house.
However, my stepdad texted my dad some pretty awful "quotes" that I did not say, and my dad's feelings were hurt, and now we're not talking.

And I love my dad. Right? We all love our parents, no matter who they turn out to be. The child of a murderer whom was not convicted took the offender out for drinks because, "She's still my MOM. She'll always BE my mom." And if that lady can love her murderer-mom, then we can all love our parents no matter what.
I just think that he's really hypocritical. He's one of those people that preaches open-mindedness but doesn't practice it. That will tell you very seriously that he is never wrong, and never will be wrong, no matter the situation.
And that is very sad. Everyone should be wrong every once in a while. It teaches you lessons and makes you a better person. You can't grow if you're always right. And everyone has to keep growing.

Being a grown up is hard. It's not something I've exactly enjoyed so far. But I have to keep growing, up or otherwise, because I can't STOP growing. That would be akin to regression, and I've worked too hard to get to where I am.

And I wish it were more acceptable to talk about family problems. It's easier to ask, "are you a virgin?" than it is, "what's your home-life like?" And that's very sad too, because what your family is like is integrally more important than what your sexual status is.
I think that, as a society, we need to grow. We've been regressing for a few decades, and it's time to get back on track.
We need to talk about dysfunctional aspects, not just hide them.
There are so many people in hiding.

Canadian, Eh?

I want to road trip to Canada.
Not even necessarily cross the border, just look at Canada and turn back around and go home.

Mostly, I just want to live in my car for a few weeks.

Wash my hair in a gas station bathroom sink, change my clothes in my car as I'm driving down the highway, eat nothing but junk and redbull, brush my teeth in water fountains, and sleep in my car parked in front of churches.
I want to wander around town and meet new people, try new things, and see something worth remembering.

I want so much out of life.
And I'm going to get most, if not all, of it.