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I don't get teenage girls. For the most part at least, but the small part I do get is probably just because I am one. But I don't get this whole world of shopping, makeup, diets, and materialistic things. I really don't.

I had a friend who went to another school who totally changed her style, and when I asked her why, she said that it was important to her new friends that she wore the stuff she does now. I just thought, "That's retarded." Seriously? Then there's the whole shopping issue. I'll be honest, I like shopping too, because there's the pleasure in finding something that you like and can afford. I don't get why people deny liking shopping, then insist that they never said that later on. I remember I used to HATE shopping. I also don't get why people would shop to "get with the times" and look fashionable to everyone. I don't get 5-inch heels or skinny jeans so tight they cut off your circulation. I don't know about you, but I don't want to be worrying about people seeing my buttcrack every time I sit down.

Makeup's something that I don't think I'll ever get though. Mascara is fine. Blush? Go ahead. Eyeliner? Uhm. That stuff is hella hard to get off, but sure. A little bit of eyeshadow never hurt anyone. But seriously? Why do you feel the need to slather a bunch of crap on your face? Do you think that it makes you look better? Because if that's true, it doesn't. You look like your face if peeling off. And if you're going to wear makeup, please just admit it's because you want to if that's the reason. It's sort of annoying if someone says it's for an occasion, then continues to wear it for a week. Does your event last for a week? I didn't think so.

Diets are just stupid. I'm sorry if you're on one, but they are. Unless you're seriously so overweight or something that you have health complications, who the hell cares if you want to eat three donuts for breakfast? Or if peanut soup has a lot of calories? I understand eating healthily and stuff, and I don't exactly consider that dieting. Dieting is when my friend asks me if taro has a lot of calories. It's when she doesn't want a donut because it's fatty. Just eat whatever the hell you want already, and stop complaining about calories and salt and carbs or whatnot.

Everyone loves material things, it's true. I love my computer, cell phone, iTouch, stuffed doggy. I love my Swarovski crystal collection and my collection of mismatched books full of incomplete series. But when you feel the need to say something like, "I'm glad I had a lot of boyfriends. They gave me a ton of stuff! Like I have this really pretty necklace I got, and that was probably the best part of THAT relationship," there is something SERIOUSLY wrong with you.

Anyways, I'm done with my rant now. xD