Day 3...

So far, so slow.
Today was the most emotionally twisted day. Ever.
I woke up and wanted to keep dreaming. I've found that dreaming is seriously the highlight of my days. It's where my friends are. When I woke up, it also hit me that I didn't have my phone. It hit me realll good.
Welcome to my life...as a teenage robot.
I lost my sister today on a bike ride. We got separated (because of my hard-headed nature) and we both searched around the city for each other on our bicycles . Clearly we have the coolest mode of transportation.
Her cell phone was in my backpack and since I, of course, am without a phone, I was unable to communicate. So I found my self sitting alone, crying, calling my mom in a Starbucks parking lot. Welcome to my life...as a teenage robot. My mom and I ended up frantically looking for that son of a gun. We found ol' skipper riding up the sidewalk. Welcome to my life...
As if that weren't enough, I got yelled at and given yet another guilt trip. My teenage robot...life. To make matters worse, my twisted punishment was going to church...yeah, I know. Turns out that church was awesome and I am now at peace. God is on my side. My friends, I have found a small chunk of the SILVER LINING.
...now to make that chunk last for 70 more days.

It's an emotional epedemic...

There is one word to express my feelings right now:

Homesick.

Para Comenzar

Welcome to my life...

As of yesterday morning, I have been banished. No cell phone, Facebook, friends, etc. There truly is nothing like being an adolescent.
Cue catchphrase: Welcome to my life...as a teenage robot.
As you can probably conclude, I am clearly unhappy with my circumstances. I start yet another summer alone...Welcome to my life...as a teenage robot. Though it was my own actions that got me into this mess, I loathe its consequences. The thought of spending my whole summer blogging and hitting up garage sales with Mom makes me want to wallow in sadness. Just when I had acquired friends (seeing that I've been in this state for 3 years and have yet to make any), I am punished from them. Woot! But enough of my pity party...although I would love to continue rolling around in despair.
THERE IS A SILVER LINING:
I am now able to use my time to get my life back on track. I hate to be cheesy. And I most definitely hate to learn from my lessons and express them publicly. Maturity must take its place and I shall realize my need for a rebellion-free life. Though my grounding will consist of around 75 days, this teenage robot will overcome her old ways. I plan on using my time without communication to connect with my God better than before. It is sad to say goodbye to my old self, but I rejoice in the fact that He will turn the tables for me.

...as a teenage robot