Weekend chaos

 If there's one thing I know how to do it's find 1000 ways to not study. 

    This weekend I was so agitated I'm literally so tiered. It was the type of weekend that's as emotionally draining as it is physically, but in a good ways if that makes sense.

    On Friday I finished class at noon (how lucky was I) sooo I went to the beach!! First time of the year!! That means its officially summer!!

My hair ate, my outfit ate; I honestly felt so good (my vape stopped working though).
And... I was wearing my new sparkly pink bathing suit!! 

in case you needed
 proof that my hair ate

After we walked around down and met up with Thea and Sammy and some other friends and had tacos. I think I became friends with a new girl she was honestly so sweet. And I think I also became friends with a guy that literally traumatized me. Like I kid you not I'd had nightmares about him. Like he doesn't know it and he was actually mean to me just once I was at a party and he was looking for Paul (one of my absolute favorite friends) and I don't know why but the way he asked was just so terrifying lmaoo. Anyways we bonded over the fact that my vape was broken and whatnot. 

    I stayed in town for a little while after that and then there was youth group at church so I came home kind of late but exhausted.

    Then the next day I got in a pretty big fight with my boyfriend (our first in 9 months yikes) because we literally never see each other. And I mean I'm his girlfriend I expect to be one of his

priorities to which he answered that I was. But like boy you need to show it not just say it. Whatever you know men stuff. I think it might actually be the first time I talk about him on here but like so you guys know I honestly love him sooo much and I know he does too.  Anyways that night I had another one of my great friends (Jules)
birthday and it was actually so much fun. So much fun actually that I didn't see the time and came home wayy later than I was supposed to and got absolutely killed by my parents. But hey, life happens!

Anyways bye angels!

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Math crash out

 Hey angels! 

    I swear math will be the death of me. I was always sooo good at it and this year I have the shittiest teacher ever and I feel like I magically became dumb. I dont understand a single thing and I'm literally failing so bad. Tomorrow I have a big test and I havent even studied yet but I just feel like I'll get a bad grade anyways. I swear its like the devils subject: if you miss one chapter than the rest just doesn't make any sense and you just can't ever catch up. Anyways if someone knows how to teach exponential functions in a few minutes I'm here for it.

                                                                                            XOXO Rosey

 Hey angels!

One thing you need to know about me is that I’m such a morning person.

This morning, I woke up at 4:40 a.m… not because I’m super disciplined, but because I was way too lazy to do anything the night before.

So for this very specific occasion, I thought I’d give you my ultimate early school morning routine.

(Quick disclaimer: I don’t recommend this unless you go to bed at like 9 p.m. sharp.)

First things first, I always make my bed — especially when I wake up early. It makes it look way less tempting, which honestly lowers the chances of me getting back into it at 6 a.m.

Then I like to clear off my desk and start doing my homework until around 5:15. After that, I pack my bag and pick out my outfit for the day. I love having everything super structured, so around 5:25 I’ll turn on a cute show or movie and do my lash extensions, which takes me about 10 minutes.

At 5:35 (yes, very precise, but it keeps me on track), I change into some Pilates clothes and do either yoga or Pilates for about 25 minutes.

By 6 a.m., I start my usual morning routine (I normally wake up around 5:45). I hop into the shower, get dressed, and then head straight to the kitchen to make a drink — usually something like a matcha or a macchiato.

At 6:30, I start my skincare, makeup, and hair. I try to be completely ready by 7:15 since I leave about 10 minutes later. It also gives me a little time to relax, watch my show, and clean up after myself before I go.

I swear early mornings are so painful but so worth it.

      

At least my outfit ate

                                                                                     XOXO Rosey

Shopping and what not

 Hey angels!

    I went to the mall with my friends Thea, Louise, and Sammy.

    I honestly didn't buy anything because I already killed my bank account yesterday. Which is kind of annoying because I barely got anything, I just somehow spent everything on my boyfriend’s birthday gift. I might write about it later because it was actually perfect.

   

Caramel macchiato

      Thea and Louise (my actual favorites) bought me a Starbucks, some matcha gummies, eyelash glue, and a McD Happy Meal. I felt a little bad because that’s not nothing, but they wouldn't take no for an answer so I just accepted it.

      I was wearing this dark red top I got like two weeks ago, and my low-rise Levi’s that fit exactly how they’re supposed to. And  I managed to give myself a bit of cleavage which… small wins, honestly.

      Sammy said I looked “gothic rock alternative” which is sooo not

mcd

true. I just looked good.

       Sammy had this friend meet us, he’s friends with my older brother,  and I’m pretty sure I’d already seen him at those beach parties this summer. It all felt kind of familiar. I think we’re friends now though.

       Then we went to the arcade, and Thea (literally our sugar mommy at this point) paid for this ride that was like a mix between a rollercoaster and VR. It was actually so fun, like way more than I expected.

Arcade fun

     After that we went into Urban Outfitters and everything was so cute it was almost painful. I need my allowance to come in like now because life without money is actually so limiting.The guys were shoplifting (yikes) and even offered to get me something, but I’m really not that desperate.

Then Thea wanted vape liquid and we almost missed our train. Sammy and his friend literally ran on the tracks and STILL missed it, which is honestly kind of impressive.

Our trains are always late except for the one time we actually need them not to be.

I love Thea so much though, like really. And it’s so weird not being allowed to see her.

So we made a plan: on Tuesday I’m going to text her dad something polite and apologetic, just saying that she’s the best friend I’ve ever had and that it actually hurts not talking to her anymore.

Anyways, I’m rambling

                                                                                                XOXO Rosey

Fourteen & stupid

 me again!

Sometimes I really wish you could go back in time.

    When I was a junior, my best friend Thea and I were a bit crazy. Not like weird or anything we were just young enough to think nothing could really happen to us.

One night we lied to our parents and went to a party hosted by boys we barely knew (I know, stupid). A lot of things happened there, things I don’t really want to get into right now but some day I probably will, but it changed literally everything.

    Her parents found out about it, of course. And a few weeks later, we made it worse and snuck out again this time from her grandpa’s house. And... they found out about that too.

Ever since then they’ve hated me ferociosly.

    And I get it, I really do. But at the same time, it feels like it’s not that deep. Like… people make mistakes when they’re 14. People do worse. And I know for a fact that they did too.

We still see each other sometimes. Just secretly like some weird star crossed hentaï. Because her parents gave her a weird restraining order against me.

    It’s stupid because we jus clicked in a way people rarely do. It was the kind of friendship that doesn’t come twice.

And now I keep thinking about that night.

how one bad decision can actually change everything. 

    I swear if I could go back, I would.

no hesitation.

anyways… enough overthinking for now.

bye angels

                                                                                            XOXO Rosey

Philosophy and yap

 Hey angels,

I’m back! (Not that I really left)

You know when people say “at least it’s done now”?

Yeah… that doesn’t apply here. Because it’s still not done.

I swear school hours are a hundred times longer than actual hours. Like what do you mean I’ve been here since 8am and I still have to stay until 3pm? And that’s if I'm lucky, some days I don’t leave until 6 and it genuinely feels illegal.

Anyways. This morning I had a philosophy test at 8am and I’m so over this subject. My teacher is kind of insane — in a nice, funny way — but he never gives us enough time to actually take notes. So there I was, staring at my half-written thoughts, trying to answer:

“Can I judge cultures that aren’t mine?”

First of all… why “I”? It’s always “we.”

Like suddenly it’s personal?

Apparently this guy Montaigne thinks we can’t judge other cultures because we’re just as “barbaric” as the people we judge. He used this example of Portuguese explorers criticizing Native Americans for ritual cannibalism… but then pointed out that Europeans also ate humans — just for completely different reasons.

Which is pretty weird but actually really true in an unsettling kind of way.

And now I'm spiraling thinking about it. What if I everytime I judge someone it's really just me recognizing something I hate in myself? Does that make me a bad person?

I just don’t know.

Maybe it just makes me human.

                                                                                            XOXO Rosey

Hello, Midnight

     March feels like it's been lasting forever. I'm sitting on my bed all covered up but I still manage to feel cold. I honestly just can't wait for those warm summer evenings that are yet to come. That's gorgeous feeling of sand between my toes, sunlight burning my skin and that ocean smell.

    This blog will be my little corner of fleeting thoughts, daydreams and moments I want to remember. The silent ones, the funny ones and the very very loud ones, you'll see. I want to talk about all things teenage girl related, about my experiences and things that interest me. 

    I'm a seventeen year old girl trying to navigate the "best years of my life" (or so they say) all the while trying (and sometimes failing) to keep the perfect balance of friends, fun, parties, love, beauty, school and sports. Honestly how can someone be expected to do so much at the same time all the while keeping a bright smile?

    Don't get me wrong this isn't a sad girl blog, but more of a teen girl story. And even if life gets a little chaotic remember there's always a way to turn it into a neat mess. 

                                                                                            XOXO Rosey