By Aimee Brandon Posted February 18, 2015
So I would like to hope I live in a world where the reader of this realizes the point of the title “The Brandon”. If you don’t, stop me in the hall and ask so I can refer you to a comforting quote, “If you’re not struggling, you’re not learning,” I think Mr. Mayo said that. I think that will be the caption to my next Instagram selfie.
Speaking of social media, the other day my friend hardcore subtweeted someone and I asked who it was about, she said “Tbh it was about…”, my thought at the moment was, are you not normally honest? Sometimes I get confused when people write tbt and think it says tbh. Tbh, freshmen are more annoying than my toddler brother and he’s super annoying.
As I write this story, lying on my couch, he’s pulling papers of the shelf and scattering them all over the floor. I’ll clean it up later, gee I hope my parents don’t read this. Maybe then they’ll stop making me babysit. I’m probably just jealous of my toddler brother because he gets more baes than me, girls are all over him and his adorable cuteness. I’ve had baes before, but as I tell my friends, they’re my bae but I’m not their bae.
I say friends, but do I have friends? I like to think I do. What defines friendship? If they play against you on Trivia Crack? I’m playing that on the side as I write. I just spinned the sports category and it told me “Oops! It’s your worst category.” Thanks Trivia Crack, thank you bunches for that boost of self esteem! You know what really boosts my self-esteem in the morning? Walking into the school and hearing a guy say “ew” as he checks me out. I guess you could say I’ve subtweeted a couple people in this story, and I have, but it’s ok because you know who you are.