The Mena Chronicles.




Welcome to my head. Filled with everything a thirteen year old could possibly think of. Some of these things include boy bands of all sorts, The Hunger Games, Donnie Wahlberg, Niall Horan, how much I hate school, and complete randomness. I also fangirl on a daily basis. Oh, I also forgot to mention that I'm in love with ginger Jesus--also known as Ed Sheeran. And on top of THAT, I'm a proud Parawhore. Proceed with caution.
My mom swears she can’t just drive me to the bookstore to get Mockingjay.

This happens ALL OF THE TIME. It’s always “I’ll take you later,” or “Tomorrow.” But she never does. And I’m miserable right now trying to wait until tomorrow. I’ve waited THREE WHOLE DAYS after finishing Catching Fire, and I need to know where Peeta is before I murder everyone in sight. I seriously think I’m going to steal her and and drive to the bookstore myself. This brings my attention to another issue: ME NOT BEING ALLOWED TO GO TO THE MALL WITHOUT PARENTAL SUPERVISION. If she wold let me actually have a life instead of being over protective all of the time, then I could actually have friends. Then she has the nerve to tell me “You never come out of your room or go anywhere.” WELL I WOULD LIKE TO GO SOMEWHERE OTHER THAN WAL MART AND OUT TO EAT EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE SO EXCUSE ME FOR GETTING SICK OF THAT AND WANTING TO JUST STAY IN MY ROOM.

 

I am just so pissed off right now.