The point of irritation

It's very easy to be irritated. Something as small as a hair out of place can send some people over the edge into a bad mood. The cause is usually not as simple as the hypothetical hair. It is usually a conglomeration of many things that lead up to the hair that causes the person to become uncontrolably irritated.
Adam is pretty cute. He's growing out his hair and it looks really nice. It's curly at the ends. He's quiet like his dad. And his younger brother, Michael. I get along with Michael pretty well. But then I get along with most younger siblings. I'd be interested in getting to know Adam better and see if we have anything in common. he smokes though and he's the same age, or maybe older I forget, as my brother. I know from Michael that he is into rock and the like. I have a pretty eclectic and varying taste in music. I like stuff from classic to hard rock to R&B. Not really into the hard-core rap and it has to be the right kind of "scream rock" but the general idea is fine with me. The only thing I can barely tolerate is country. I have very particular tastes when it comes to the nasaly twangs that make up country.
Hmmmm I think I'm having an ADD post. Nothing is really making sense in the way it is going. Oh well. I think the main reason Adam is looking so good is because I need to find a guy to crush on in real life. Orli Bloom just isn't doing it for me any more.

The roller coaster continues

I diagnosed myself with depression when I was in the fifth grade. Or maybe I didn't figure it out until the sixth but whatever I've "had" it since I was about 10. The way it works is that I am in a "normal" spot for a while then suddenly I'm in a "high" but then it becomes a "low". It usually takes a while for me to "level out" again. My emotions run towards the extremes and there's not a whole lot I can do about it. I guess the nice part is that it doesn't seem to respond to changing hormone levels once a month so it's less predictable. If you consider that a good thing.
The "high"s are getting harder to come by and the "low"s are becoming deeper and longer. And my "normal" spells are becoming shorter.

Does the madness never cease?

I don't think many people are actually reading my blog. So I guess I will come up with more fun and interesting titles and hope people actually read them.
I've started having some really weird dreams lately. Have you ever dreamed(literally) of your face being clear(of acne)? Yeah I dreamed that I woke up one morning, looked in the mirror, and my blackheads(the bain of my existance) were gone. I also had a dream where I was at the doctors office for my "going to college" visit. Yeah girls will understand better why I woke up crying.
Strange but true fact, Thomas Jefferson was the only "founding father" that wasn't a Christian but he "pretended" to be so because he wanted to remain in politics.

The fine art of being gullible.

It is surprisingly easy to be gullible. What's funny is that you can be gullible and believe things you made up yourself.

High on menthol so watch out deh now...

A funny thing happens when you drink enough water to not be dehydrated all the time, you sleep better. It's weird. You'd think when you drink, or don't, it wouldn't matter a whole lot. It does. It also amplifies the effects of caffiene. And if you have a cold, it makes your sinuses drain exclusively down your throat. Try drinking a gallon of water in one day. But be prepared, don't be far from a toilet.

Just nonsense

Blue cheese, mustard, spicy brown mustard, ketchup, and onions on a hot dog. Try it sometime. It also works really well with the addition of relish.
Stay in your pajamas all day on a Saturday while watching cartoons and eating cereal. Then changing into "regular" clothes so you can go to the mall for a while and bargain shop. Ross's works too.
The fine art of bargain shopping is mainly about not being set on exactly what you want. Unless you are shopping on Ebay, then it's okay. You can't get dissappointed if you can't find what you want. Clearance racks are your friend. Especially if they are at Wal-Mart.
Three dollar jeans are comfortable and long-lasting. So much better than those so called "designer" jeans. PAH! I spit at the face of designers who insist their works are worth four thousand dollars despite the fact there is only 2 square inches of fabric involved.
I am an unusual teenage girl. At least in the minds of people who "know" what teenage girls want. I think those people are really catering to what the guys want to see. Why else would a girl wear something cut up to there and down to there unless they want to get a guys attention.

Musings of a bored person waiting for a test to start.

So I got to my college course last night and it was test night. Half my class was waiting in the hall because the door was locked. One of the people I know from lab asked me what the lab assignments are. While I tried to remember the lecturer came and unlocked the door. He had forgotten. There was some Asian music playing and some of the guys started cracking jokes about "where's the kung pow chicken" and such. So I took my seat and got out my pencil and pen. My pencil for the test and my pen to draw on my hand. Suddenly the lecturer is sitting in the seat next to mine and asks me about why I have to take this course for college credit. He also asked how I like homeschooling and why we decided to do it. He had gone over our projects which involved "personal" information. More on them later.
So I'm sitting waiting for the test to start drawing on my hand. I made a really cool design that's a flower with curvy lines from it with other flowers on the ends. I like it even though the next time I wash my hands it will be gone. I thought about going over it with a marker but oh well. I was waiting for 15 minutes for the test to start. I wasn't thinking the entire time. It was kinda nice. It only took me 20 minutes to do the test. The lecturer was handing out our projects when we put our tests on the table. I almost forgot mine. I made it all the way to the door when he called me back for it. He had written notes on them. One of his notes for mine was "I thought you were older" because I did include that I am 16. I am getting tired of being thought of as older than I am. Maybe I should just start saying I'm 18 so everyone will think I am the age I'm not. Compound the lie so to speak. I mean I am "changing my name".

Yay I have a blog!

I am usually the last one to jump on the fad bandwagon. Apparently the fad was started by my friend's friend Kevin. Well at least in my little corner of the world. I am can actually do school while "blogging" because I am homeschooled. I am finishing my history tape. They are lectures that were recorded in the 80's and I found the point when flu season started. The whole time the lecturererer(LOL!) was talking the background noise was people coughing. Kinda funny really.

About my blog name and the URL, one day I was talking to my friend and she told me to go to Google and type in my name and press the I'm Feeling Lucky button. DON'T EVER DO THAT FOR REBECCA SCOTT! Especially if you are a guy or don't have worm protection or are easily disgusted. What came up you ask? Playboy's Ms. December 2004 website. Apparently her name is Rebecca Scott as well. So I am trying to change my name over to Z or Zita. Most likely Z because Zita reminds people of pasta and I'd rather not make people hungry. Or with the people on low-carb, afraid. -_-"

Well that's my little contribution to the internet. Time to post it.