learn from friends mistakes

I had no idea what to talk about in this post, but my friend D and I were talking about his weekend and it inspired me to write a post about pretending to be other people on the phone. these are his exact words “a girl gave me and my friend her phone and told us to text her mom at 9 and acting like the girl. She said to say “hey mom I’m staying at Emma’s house tonight” because the girl wanted to go partying. Anyways, the mom asked Emma who? And we said the wrong last name and the mom caught on. The parents said they were calling the cops and tracking the phone so we took the phone drove out and smashed it on the road, ran over it, then went to some fields and threw it. The girl was reported missing, even though she was just at a party, and she had no idea cops were searching for her and all this shit was happening.” That was my friends story….. then at deltopia I have a story of my own. A few months ago there was this huge day rager in iv (deltopia) and my friend lied to her parents and said she would have someones parents call them. In the middle of a house party, they call her… we run over to the park so it’s kind of quiet but not really. She says to pretend im febee’s mom. I pretend I’m febee’s mom just to help her out and she says ok so what’s the plan for tonight… I make up some great bs that my parents would say, and then she asks my address… i pause for a second and she says you don’t know your address and I say can I call you back in a second… obviously she freaks out. I say to my friend I can’t get in the middle of your business I’m a horrible liar. she then has three other people attempt to convince her mom they’re febbe’s mom. It was kind of ridiculous, but really funny. Moral of the story faking to be someone’s parents only works if you’re my friend chris. My friend chris wants to be an actor and is really good at improv and impersonations. So he loves pretending to be his dad when talking to friends parents because it’s really convincible. he told my friends parents there was no drinking going on and parental supervision, I was laughing because his mom lives in brazil… theres no parents at his house and there is always 3 bottles of hard liquor in the freezer. his house is a party house. So don’t lie to parents on the phone it usually doesn’t work out unless acting is your forte.

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College

I started taking college classes a while ago, however starting last semester… I started going to two college classes as well as my high school ones. This makes most people in my college classes think I’m 18 or 19. (my first class starts at noon so they’d expect I’d be at high school if I was younger. I don’t have a fifth period so I can leave at noon.) It’s fun and everything even though the classes are really hard, however I’m really annoyed with people thinking that I’m older. Especially if I go along with it. Then they always want to know why I can’t hangout or come with them to L.a. for a concert or party. If I tell them my age then they wouldn’t want to talk to me and then I can’t network so it’s just really bugging me.  Why does age matter so much. I’ll be 18 in less than 500 days. That doesn’t seem like a lot but I guess when you meet a person when you’re both in high school age doesn’t matter as much as when ones in college and ones in high school. Even then though I have 18, 19, 20 year old friends that actually know my age… so it really can’t matter thaaat much.

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Story of the week

This is a story my best friend wanted to grace you with.

It was fall 2012 when I told my mom that I was sleeping over at my friends house, when I was actually going to my other friends house down the street. We planned a huge party, where we invited close friends and complete strangers. There was underage drinking, spin the bottle and other scandalous activities. When we thought everything was going great, there was a knock at the door. My mom was standing before me and I was totally embarrassed. She told me to get my best friend, Rachel, who had been at the party too and get in the car. During the whole car ride Rachel and I were grasping each others hands for dear life. We knew death was near. The day after, my phone was confiscated and I was grounded for a week, but the worst part wasn’t being punished , it was losing my moms trust. This story probably won’t influence any teenager to make right decisions and I truly believe that you need to experience something like this to really understand why you shouldn’t lie to your parents, it’s not worth it. Trust me.

— ❤ love ARYA (name has been changed to protect the innocent) 😛

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LIES?

So basically this poem isn’t indicative of me or myself. I just wanted to write a poem to prove to my dad lying is bad and I won’t lie to him about where I’m going… but I haven’t got to the point of the girl in the poem haha.

Words: they’re there to explain, to articulate, to inspire. But change a vowel here and a few consonants there. Now the way you perceive truth is twisted. What is truth? ‘Tis only but a word. And what are words? Nothing but a sequence of noises. And why are they so important anyway? a lie. The difference between truth and a lie… and what’s so bad about lies? If the truth hurts why tell it? Is it really better than a lie. Truth is only used to be used as lies tempt the brain. They manipulate and bend on a whim. Sneaky as a spider crawling through the darkness. A creature of the night. Eerie, ominous, and dark with mystery. Lying to get by, sneaky and alive. She makes her way through… unseen and unheard. She’s made it to where she wanted to go, only to find everyone has gone. She’s alone, She sheds a tear. Only for the truth does she fear. What is she with truth? Nothing but herself. Stopping to glance at a puddle as it catches her eye, but it reflects nothing but a thousand words she can’t comprehend. Who is this soul. Unknown. The lines in her mind, a gradient of grey. No white. No Black. She looks back. Lying on the cold hard ground she begins to cry. No one can tell her who she is and she doesn’t know why. Why do you ask? It all began with her one lie.

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