I wish I could post a picture of myself to find out how old everyone thinks that I look. I was at Wal-Mart the other day buying DVDs with money that I got back at Christmas. One of the DVDs was Cruel Intentions, which is rated R. That means I have to be at least 17 in order to buy it. Well, I’m 21, so I don’t expect to be asked if I’m old enough. The girl at the store asked me. As my mom and I were walking out of the store, I asked my mom if I looked like I was still 17 or younger, and she told me yes. Then, I remembered that when I first started at The Ark, Nina thought I was only 13. I don’t think I look all that young, but apparently other people do. The only person who has told me that I look 21 is my dad. I hate being 21, but if I have to be this old, then I want people to be able to tell that I’m this old.
I spent the majority of my day at the hospital. Nana had rotator cuff surgery, so I was there with her. Well, actually, I was with my mom and my aunt. I kept making weird comments, which is actually a good sign. It meant I was comfortable enough to make my strange comments. For example, when a nurse said that crackers wouldn’t work, I had to bite my tongue to keep from saying, “Crackers work? What kind of jobs do they do? How much do they get paid?” I did actually say it to my mom when the nurse stepped out. I said other weird things to everyone. I usually reserve my weirdness for my parents.
I realized the other day how much I miss conservatives on Celestial. Of course, I don’t miss rude conservatives, which is mainly who showed up. I also miss the controversy at boards like Rapture Ready and other conservative boards I used to go to. I miss arguing. Arguing can be fun. I miss people posting comments about my opinionated section, except when people say completely unrelated stuff. Okay, so most people don’t post any comments in that section, though I wish they would. So, please go check it out and say something.