The Problem With Shorts

     Middle schoolers are the hardest fashion critics you will ever meet. Ever. And the hardest struggle for a middle school girls is pleasing these critics. Either your jeans aren't tight enough, or they're too tight. Your new purse is either too flashy, or too dull. Your nails are either tacky or boring. Your hair is too straight or too curly. You can never please them.

     Most of the year I manage to struggle through skinny jeans and hoodies. I won't carry a purse; they're too much of a hassle. I wear Sperrys almost everyday. I love Sperrys. A lot. I don't wear makeup so I can feel free to rub my eyes whenever necessary. My hair is usually in a ponytail. I don't like to draw much attention to myself. That way I can't be judged.

     But when summer rolls around, my entire wardrobe gets turned upside-down in an effort to find acceptable shorts. They can't be too long, or I'll look really weird. They can't be too short, or I'll look too slutty. Do you see my dilemna? 

     I went shopping yesterday to find shorts that are the right length, but had no success. I've even resorted to cutting my own jeans to the right length. But I never seem to get it right.

     Why can't stores make shorts at an appropriate length? Is it really that hard to extend your material by an inch or two? The shorts at the "cool" stores are shorter than most of my underwear! It's impossible to dress like a nice girl who really doesn't want to show off her butt! Life is so hard.

     If you know of any stores that sell shorts at a non-slutty length, please notify me! I might have to wear skirts for the rest of the year since I have absolutely no shorts. At all.

Until next time,

~Marina

My Retainer

I hate my retainer with a burning passion. It feels so unnatural, so gross and disgusting. All I want to do is get rid of it. But if I don't wear it I have to get braces back on. Braces are even worse than retainers. So I'm just going to suffer through the pain of my retainer.
If you've ever worn a retainer you would know that it's almost impossible to leave it in your mouth without playing with it. You can't just leave it be. Even though I know how ridiculous and repulsive it is to be showing off my fabulous mouthpiece, I still do it. Because I can't stop.
Is my obsession a compulsive actual thing wrong with me? I don't think so. At least I hope not. It could be another attack of the ADHD. That would be a valid reasoning. It's disgusting though. I really have to stop.
My parents are constantly yelling at me to "leave your retainer in your mouth!" and to "go get your retainer and put it in!" and I really don't have the guts to admit that I broke it in three places. I'm positive that my retainer isn't even working right because its so broken. And I'm sure I'm going to have to get a new one. I just keep putting off the day when my parents ground me for a year because I broke a three hundred dollar piece of plastic. My jaw is becoming crooked and I avoid closing my mouth all the way because my jaw is so off. I really need to get it fixed...
Maybe I'll grow a pair and tell my mom that we need to visit the orthodontist, but I'm probably just going to end up waiting until my six month appointment in three months....

Until next time,

~Marina

The Boy Next Door

     All my life, I've lived in the same house, on the same street, in the same town. And all my life, there's been two empty houses next to me. I don't know why, but they've never been bought. It would be creepy, but I'm used to it. Plus, they're not creepy looking houses at all. They're very nice looking actually. 

     On my street, there's only ever been one other person within five years of my age. Her name was Sarah and she was a year older than me, but more on that later. A few months ago, someone moved into the house a few down from me. That house had also been empty for some time. I was kind of curious as to who it was, but I'm not the kind of person to show up at someone's door to see who they are. So I just shrugged and continued with my life. 

     Across the street from me, a house had been being built for about a year. The family had finally moved in around Christmas, and so the bus was having to stop three times in a row on my street. The bus driver ended up moving us all to the driveway across from mine. And so after a few awkward hellos, I finally started talking to the boy down the street. 

     His name is Jake. We played soccer together and he cut his hand on a rusty nail so he had to get a shot or something from the hospital. Since then we've been friends. We talk every morning at the bus stop and make the quiet kid whose driveway we're in feel uncomfortable. Not our fault, he doesn't talk. 

     Now that it's summer, I play soccer in my front yard almost every evening. Most of the time he comes and plays with me. When he doesn't, I find myself looking into his yard every second. I can't help it. I really like him. As a friend. For now, until he comes the stereotypical boy next door. 

     I've never had a friend neighbor before. Well there was Sarah, but that's a long story. 

Until next time,

~Marina

Living Gluten Free

     I recently found out that I have an allergy to gluten. Gluten is something found in wheat. Wheat is in everything. Everything. Bread, pasta, crackers, vinegar, and almost all deserts. Everything with wheat has gluten. I can't eat anything anymore. This sucks.
     All my life I've had to take tests and get bloodwork and have surgeries and try weird diets because I have chronic stomach aches, weird eating habits, and I gain weight really fast if I don't exercise twenty three hours a day. I've always been uncomfortable, since I spent my entire life getting sick every five minutes. But I finally have the solution! No more eating anything delicious in life.
     It's been barely a week and already I've spent hours just checking labels looking for that wonderful box with the G in it, telling me it's gluten free. I've gone through my entire pantry to separate out the food free of gluten, adding it to my own section of the pantry. Sadly, that section consists of peanut butter, weird soy crackers, and rice. Lots of rice. I have a feeling rice is going to become a main part of my diet. It's like the only thing that can be a full meal and isn't made with wheat. Thai noodles are made with rice, and I've already been through various Thai cookbooks looking for good recipes. Of course they all have soy sauce in them, which I can't have.
     I've officially become the stereotypical fragile kid with the overprotective parents and the bossy personality. I'm allergic to gluten, I have exercise induced athsma, and I'm dyslexic. I'm just a mash up of disorders crammed into one person. So am I unique? Or am I screwed up?
     I'd like to say I'm different. In a good way, maybe. I mean, how many people can list several different things wrong with them? That's like a talent almost! Maybe I could go for a Guinness World Record for most things wrong with one person. That would be a fantastic life goal.
   

Until next time,

~Marina

Hello

     I'm just a thirteen year old girl from New York with an over active imagination, nothing special.
And as of now I have a blog. With not one follower. Yay for me.
     If you're reading this and wondering wether or not to follow me, let me just introduce myself. Hi, I'm Marina. I'm thirteen, dyslexic, allergic to gluten and citrus, ADHD, sarcastic, and a little bit odd. I love to write and my favorite topic is Harry Potter and my life. This blog is going to be my therapy, it'll be like an online journal.  I don't know if I'm actually going to write in it, but I hope I do.

So until next time I write,

~Marina