A Generation of Lousy Language

Ever walked around a 2011 highschool, or even middle school, and listened to the way students talk to each other? No? Don't do it, I'd be embarrassed.

The way kids my age speak to eachother now a'days is sickening. I remember my mom always telling me how producers of TV shows weren't allowed to even film a scene in a bathroom because it was impolite. Today, almost all of the vocabulary used belongs in the toilet. No one ever stops and to think about what they're about to say before they say it. No one listens to the way people speak to eachother, or how they might come across to others. The saying "Don't care what others think about you" is true, but you should care when you start to sound a bit...trashy. Dropping an "f-bomb" after every other word doesn't make you sound cool. I wish that when teenagers my age, younger and older, heard this that they did not just agree and then fall back into their bad habits again after a month.

I always thought that by not using a vile vocabulary, I would sound polite and respectful. Although, it seems, those who are respectful aren't very respected. It sickens me to the core, knowing that the way people talk with the vocabulary they do is becoming more and more acceptable in our society. I always cringe when I hear today's modern language on TV. Don't people have any respect for themselves? I'm not here to generalize teenagers, because I am one. Yes, I do slip up every once and a while and say something I shouldn't have, but thats because it's all around me, all the time. These words are constantly used, teenagers are the masters of this new found language, cussing is their art form. Reading renaissance books in history actually has me thinking for once...men used to great women with a "Hello my lady. How t'was your day?". Now it's "Hey, b*****s! Any sh*t go down today?" Repulsive.

What ever happened to chivalry? Maybe it's not dead, but it sure is heading into a long, drawn out, and torturous death.

Introducing Me, Myself, and I

Dear anyone who reads,

     As of right this moment I am a California resident. I am a 15 year old girl with loving parents, a monster that I call my little brother, and a tiny Chow dog, who has also made clear--he is another sibling. There is nothing horribly wrong in my life, there are no threatening forces that might turn my life upside down, or anything that I should be overly depressed about (besides your average teenage dramas). Over all my life is, well, normal. Pretty boring, huh?
     I've started this blog as a place where I can express myself freely, where no one, but myself, can tell me what I could've or should've done. This is the best friend I can tell anything to. The friend who listens, not judges. The person who is there for me, that never was. This is a place where I can share my mistakes and what I've learned. This is sort of like my diary or scrapbook of memories. This is a place where I can share the oh-so-crazy stories of things that are going on in my life. This is a place where I can complain and gush about a new crush. Who knows, maybe when I'm 89 years old and knitting a sweater in my rocking chair, I'll remember to look back (that's if I can still see) and read about how much my life has changed. Maybe this will be my generations' version of a time capsule.
     Reader, when you read my blog I hope you get a laugh or shed a few tears or maybe just sit back think of how silly teenagers really are. Maybe you'll be reminded of when you were a teen and all the crazy stories about those Friday nights, (in which case I hope you'll share), or of the times you just sat at home and enjoyed a good book. Either way, I hope you enjoy my stories.
     So, sit back and enjoy the ride of the crazy stories of my life. :)