Picking the Right Rancher

I hate watermelon Jolly Ranchers--I really truly despise them! At the same time, I absolutely love the blue raspberry ones. One thing I've noticed, however, is that most of the bags are practically filled with watermelon Jolly Ranchers and the the blue raspberry ones are scarce. Not only are they scarce, but they're at the very bottom of the bag. To get to these, I have to dig through all of the gross Jolly Ranchers to get to the kind that I enjoy, and maybe even enjoy the occasional grape or apple Jolly Rancher on my way.

I feel cheesy for saying this, but it reminds me of life. You have do work hard and dig through the crappy times, taking a few halfway decent pick-me-ups on the way before you can get to the part that you love. This might be graduating from high school, graduating college, getting married, having children, or even something as simple as going to the store to get a new bag of Jolly Ranchers.

So next time things aren't going the way you want them to, pop a grape Jolly Rancher in your mouth and keep on truckin'.

Internet Mall Cops--They do exist.

I definitely feel like Paul Blart from the movie Paul Blart: Mall Cop.

The reason for this was because, yesterday, the owner of the website "Bzoink" (previously mentioned in my blog) asked me if I would become a forum moderator. I accepted and now I'm posting around the website with "Forum Moderator" under my icon and it feels like the badges that mall cops wear. I feel all-powerful because I can officially close and delete threads, create sticky threads, and edit and delete people's posts at my own will. Muahahaha, watch out everyone, there's a new forum moderator in town!

This kind of reminds me of then I was in 4th grade and I was on the safety patrol...I did basically nothing, really, but just walking around the car pick up with my bright orange belt, being looked up to by those measly third graders made me feel good about myself.

It's not like being a forum moderator is all that amazing--especially on a website as small and unused as Bzoink, but I still feel pretty special that out of everyone, Andy (the owner) would choose me to do it. I really looked at the job since the previous moderator quit a few months ago, but I really didn't do much but suck up to the owner (who is a pretty cool guy, anyway), obey the site rules, and try to keep other people in line with them and finally it paid off.

Well kind of. It's not like I'm getting paid or anything.

I really don't know what the point of this blog was other than me expressing my excitement at my new found "power" (that really is nothing but a name).

Onto a random change of subject--

My birthday is in about 12 days. I know that 16 isn't really old, but I've been looking back on the past year thinking, "what the heck have I been doing?" Because honestly, I don't know. It's so strange how I felt like I was age 14 forever and then age 15 went by in a blink and suddenly I'm driving, looking at colleges, thinking about jobs, watching people I've been friends with since grade school graduating from high school...A good friend of mine that I've actually been friends with for about ten years just turned 18 a little less than a month ago and it kind of freaks me out. Everything about growing up kind of gives me the willies...The idea of making my own choices and actually having to pay for stuff on my own just makes me want to throw myself on the ground and pound my fists while screaming, "I don't wanna grow up!"

I think I've watched Peter Pan about 20 times since April 12th, wishing that I could be Peter and never grow up, never have responsibilities. But at the same time, I do want to grow up. I want to grow up and get my own house, get my independence, and so on and so forth. It's exciting and nerve wracking at the same time.

Any advice would be greatly accepted (as would birthday presents ;])