When I started this blog, I was right in the middle of a beautiful piece of high school drama. And when my drama wasn't interesting enough, someone else would be going through a major 'crisis'. My friends and I could totally freak out over clothes, phones and boys. Oh, how times have changed...
These days I only experience college drama, which is real drama: people failing their most important class, people breaking up after a five-year relationship, people being forced to drop out of college for various reasons. So when I hear the kids at my internship school talk, I can't help but shrug. High school drama? Consider it solved!

OMG, did you see her shirt?!

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Yes, I did see that girl's shirt. No, I didn't like it either. If you want my honest opinion: it looks terrible on her. But you know what? Talking about it behind her back is not going to make a difference. The girl will be wearing the shirt anyways and you'll be fed-up over something you can't change. My advice? Look the other way. Problem solved.

OMG, this guy asked me out but I don't like him!
Seriously? You seriously don't know what to do? It's so easy. If a guy asks you out, but you really don't like him, just say 'no'. Saying 'no' isn't that hard. You know what will be hard? Rejecting him after going on a date with him. He'll have his hopes up and stare at you with puppy eyes... Just say 'no' while it's still easy.

OMG, I only have 250MB for the rest of the week!
Ha! 250MB for a week? I have 200MB for a whole month! There is literally no need for drama in this case. Not even if you're a real smartphone zombie. You know what you should do? Use that free wifi almost every school in this country is offering. Use the wifi at home. Or even better: tear your eyes from that tiny screen and talk to your friends. Go do something fun. You don't need a smartphone to feel alive!

OMG, I'll never have a serious relationship!
Dear fifteen year old girl. Will you please CALM THE FLYING F DOWN?! You're fifteen. You're a tall blonde. There are tons of guys willing to date you, but not having found The One before your sweet 16 is not a disaster. I'm eighteen and I still haven't found anyone capable of liking me. Do I mope about that? Okay maybe a little but that's not the point. Just go live your life, enjoy your high school days and one day you'll find someone who'll like you. It may not happen today, it may not happen tomorrow, but it will happen. You're only fifteen. No need to be impatient and cause drama.

OMG, I have a test tomorrow and I haven't studied yet!
Well, you have today. Go home after class, open your book and study. Usually you'll be able to pass the test without much effort. And if you don't pass, it'll only bring your average down a little. You know what would be worse? Failing a crucial test in college and thus being forced to drop out. Happens all the time. Now that little high school test of yours doesn't sound so bad anymore, does it?

OMG, I actually hate my friend!
Yeah, I know it's tough to have a friend who annoys the living daylight out of you. Been there, done that. The best thing to do is to tell them face to face that you want to take a break from your friendship. It's not fun, but it'll change your life for the better. In the end, you friend will move on and annoy someone else. Don't go pretend you like your friend, that only makes things worse.

OMG, people think I'm in love with my best friend!
Do you have something to admit to yourself? Yes? Okay, then why cause drama by trying to deny the rumours? Rumours will always be there. You'll just have to accept that little fact and move on. No one is waiting fro a three-year soap around you and your best friend.
Wait, you're not in love with your best friend? No problem, just be friends and have fun. That's what friends are for. Ignore those people who believe you should get together. If you listen to them too much, you'll probably ruin you friendship.

You see, there's an easy solution to high school drama. But let's face it: secretly we all adore a but of drama. It makes high school just a little more fun. So if you're in high school: enjoy your drama days. Just don't go on about it when there's a stressed out college freshman in the room. She'll probably kill you for not being practical and moving on with you life.

Stay Awesome!

That's right, this is a non-Valentine's Day post on Valentine's Day!

You may remember me telling about how I fell asleep while reading Twilight? That caused a lot of comments, both from people who liked Twilight and people who hated it. I am one of the latter and told Neal and Tudda Pudda about the time I wrote an anti-Twilight story about a vampire who cursed, drank and killed people. Neal and Tudda Pudda practically demanded me to publish the story, so here is chapter one of A Vampire's Mistake!

You have no idea what I quoted in the title? Well, if you'd shown me the quote a week ago, I wouldn't have known either. But after waking up from a nightmare that reminded me way too much of a Courage the Cowardly Dog episode, I did some googling and BAM. Childhood trauma relived.

"Adopt the slay"
Let's go back to the start of this milennium. Some of you weren't even born by then, but I was four years old and I'd just discovered Cartoon Network. One of my favorite shows was Courage the Cowardly Dog. Basically it's a show about a purplish dog who has all kind of disturbing... uhm... 'adventures'. Surf the web and you'll find tons of people with traumas caused by this show. Four year old me, however, loved it. I alwayd laughed way too hard and I can't remember being scared by an episode. Until I saw the episode called 'King Ramses Curse'...

A few days ago my mom came home from the supermarket with a bag of croissants, pizzas, milk, lettuce and... a plant. The plant was a gift for me. It stands on my desk, all flowery and pretty and 100% my responsibility.
I immediately liked the plant and decided to name it. One name came to mind, but I couldn't use it. That name had already been used... And it didn't end well for that plant...

Not Rufus, but you get the idea Source

Five years ago my mom and I were in a flower shop. In the back of the store, far away from the windows and the curious eyes of most customers, I found a tray of teeny tiny Venus fly traps. I begged my mom to buy me one.
After a bit of arguing, my mom gave in. Delighted with this triumph, I chose the one with the most... ehm... 'mouths' I could find and took it home.

To be honest with you, this plant was doomed from the start. You see, my mom liked the idea of a plant in my room. Taking care of said plant for me was not going to happen though, she told me. This plant would be my responsibility and no one else's. So when I came home I gave the plant water, put it on a saucer and named it Rufus, Rufus the Carnivorous Plant for outsiders.

Rufus had a great life those first few weeks. I talked to him, even though it made me feel utterly ridiculous. I poked his mouths with my finger to see them snap shut. When it got warmer outside and the insects returned from wherever they go when it's cold, I spent hours catching flies and feeding them to Rufus. You can imagine how excited I was when Rufus began to grow new leaves ad mouths. It was a wonderful time.

Then things took a turn for the worse. The new leaves turned brown, the new mouths never opened and the old ones didn't snap shut anymore. Rufus was dying.
I turned to my mom for help. She needed exactly half a minute to come to a conclusion.
'Envy, when was the last time you watered this plant?'
I bit my lip in shame. I had been so busy feeding him flies that I forgot to give him what he needed most: water. Weeks had passed since I'd last given Rufus water.
In a desperate attempt to safe Rufus, I gave him water. Much water. Too much water. I almost drowned the poor plants in the days after I'd discovered what was wrong with him. Then once again I stopped watering. It was the end of Rufus the Carnivorous Plant.

So here I am today, staring at a beautiful flowery plant with the memory of Rufus still fresh in my mind. I can feel all this responsibility weighing down on me. I can't let this one dies too. But first, a name.

I think I'll name her Avy.
Hi Avy.
Nice to meet you. I hope we'll be friends for a long time!

Stay awesome!

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