Stupid Reasons Why Life Is Interfering With My Blog.

(Besides the fact that laziness is a lifestyle, and I live that life to the fullest. Doing absolutely nothing like it’s 1999.)

A lot of people talk about how my generation doesn’t wanna do anything except watch television or play on our phones (they are not wrong), but sometimes I actually work towards something and then get derailed because everyone and everything is stupid. (Not you guys, though. You guys are perfect in every way.)

I haven’t had much time/ambition/ideas lately because the universe is trying to kill me with stupid freaking occurrences that are completely out of my control. (Or perhaps my own fault.)

1. I am in a state of un-laughingness that I cannot seem to escape.

Generally, I’m in a constant state of laughs. Everything is hilarious (except when it’s not) and I live to enjoy the funny. Right now, however, I am all seriousness and I’m not sure why. I’ve heard that with borderline personality disorder, you tend to dissociate from your feelings to avoid dealing with unpleasant situations, so that’s a possibility. I can’t really tell if I’m sad, angry, or just hungry. (Like one of those sad middle-class teenagers on Tumblr.)

Indeed, nameless hobo. Indeed.
Indeed, nameless hobo. Indeed.

2. I’m in a battle of wills with my father and I think I’m losing.

So the continuing saga of “Alanna Versus Daddy” marches onward. He’s being immature and telling me that my smoking and drinking and general lifestyle choices are wrong and I’m saying, “Why don’t we just talk this out over a couple drinks?”

(But he doesn’t drink, so it would be more like, “Why don’t we just settle this over a few hours of rigorous exercise, sharing stories about our high school glory days, and wrap it all up with ‘The O’Reilly Factor’ and a prayer?”)

Because he would totally be into that.

Except for the fact that he’s actually really fucking pissed and all he keeps telling me (only through email because my father won’t answer my calls) that I’m “incapable of telling the truth” and have never learned “obedience”. There is a definite possibility that he is slightly correct, but only in certain situations. For instance, if I’m walking home from the bar and a cop asks me how much I’ve had to drink, I’d respond with, “Only one glass, officer. Thank you for your concern.” Or if my mom looks at my eyes and asks what I’ve been doing, I say, “Oh my goshhhh, nothing! I’m just tired, okay?!?”

Regardless, I miss my daddy, and even though he is mad at me I still love him and want to be friends. I would totally wave the white flag for my homie.

Chilling since the beginning.
Chilling since the beginning.

3. Sad things just keep fucking happening for no goddamn reason!

I don’t think there’s ever been a time of peace in the Middle East, so I try to avoid news about it, but there’s some bad guys over there doing some bad bullshit and it’s really uncool. Plus, Joan Rivers died, and that’s so fucked up.

(The list of people I’ve always wanted to meet upon becoming famous is rapidly shrinking. If Bob Dylan dies, I don’t even know what I’d do. Probably die of heartbreak, which I think is just called “Broken Heart Syndrome” but somebody should definitely come up with a better name for it. Stupid scientists…)

Also, [my boyfriend] is always at work or school so we have very little time together, and my professor assigned a paper about a “religious political cartoon” but I never ever ever can comprehend what the hell those stupid things are trying to say, so I shall surely fail.

4. The ghosts in my attic are back, and they’re being super uncool.

I went up there a few weeks ago and had a chat with them, telling them how I get that they need their own space and it’s probably shitty being dead and they can totally hang out as long as they’re not too loud or scary. But just like a ghost, they’re being loud, stomping around the attic when I’m trying to sleep, and moving stuff that I don’t want moved.

They’re like children, these fuckers.

(No, you ARE stupid. Damn ghosts... I should exorcise you.)
(No, you ARE stupid. Damn ghosts… I should exorcise you.)

5. My friends are ignoring me.

I don’t know if it’s on purpose or if they’re just busy BECAUSE NO ONE WILL FUCKING TALK TO ME. What’s the deal, guys? Are you mad? Did I do something wrong? What can I do to help?

BUT I DON’T KNOW BECAUSE NO ONE WILL ANSWER. Maybe they got together with my dad and were all like, “Yo, how funny would it be if we just totally stopped talking to Alanna and just let her go crazy wondering why? Let’s all do that because we’re jerks.”

(That’s probably how that conversation went down.)

Thankfully, I’ve been making friends with my neighbors (who, despite being much older than myself, are all awesome and friendly and like to smoke cigs and drink with me UNLIKE MY SO-CALLED FRIENDS OR FAMILY!!!!!!). So that’s been cool. It’s good to be around people that are similar to yourself.

Old Ladies

Basically, all this nonsense has kept me from blogging and/or responding to comments and reading other peoples’ blogs. I need to find more humor-oriented blogs, so if anyone has any suggestions please let me know. Meanwhile, I’ll be here. Waving onion grass around my attic to keep the ghosts away, and crying in my bedroom about how not even my parents wanna talk to me while I re-blog sad pictures on Tumblr.

Such is life, I suppose. (At least that’s what Jason Bateman keeps saying to me in my dreams. He is so wise inside my brain.)

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White Girls Be Like

Hey there, I'm Alanna. I can't give you my last name for legal reasons, but you probably won't pronounce it right anyway. This is a blog about various occurrences in my life and also some of my thoughts and feelings about things, otherwise known as "what white girls be like". It's true. We be like... "Cats, Lana del Rey, Coors Light, and Twitter". If you disagree, please comment and tell me to shut up. Otherwise, enjoy! :)

17 thoughts on “Stupid Reasons Why Life Is Interfering With My Blog.”

  1. Girl, you’re cool in my book. We can TALK anytime. I too have so many fucking problems!! I like your blog. It reminds me of my insane blog. All about how I’m insane. And your voice is cool. Let’s be friends? Also why must religious parents get all preachy? Not cool. Your honesty with the police is commendable though. Also my comment is full of shit. :)

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    1. Hahaha, that’s fucking fantastic, we will most definitely be friends. I’m about to check out your blog right now so pretty exciting, right? But totally, we can talk anytime and your comment is amazing and I thank you deeply :)


      1. AHAHA! I totes just blew up your blog! BA BAM!! Also, we should be friends. It’s always good for the young to be friends with an “older” person. And by older I mean only older in age, but pretty much just as ridic in mindset. And I don’t mean in a creepy way. geesh! Some people!!

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        1. Haha, it’s quite alright. I appreciate people who commit to blowing things up because I am one of those people. From what I saw on your blog, I think it’s safe to say that we understand eachother and you fucking rock!


  2. I think it is pretty rude that people are ignoring you, especially your friends and your dad. At least you have your bloggy friends who totally understand what you are going through. Cause you know, my friends or family only talk to me when they want me to fix something. Good luck with your annoying ghosts!

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    1. Thank you I do really hope those ghosts dip soon or I’ll have to burn sage or something. (Smells good but feels stupid.) But yeah, blog friends are awesome and hopefully my real-life friends get their shit straight or I’ll do what I usually do and confront them at their respective homes. Then they can’t ignore me mwahahaha


          1. I know. My sister got mad at her husband because he was spending way to much time playing Xbox with me, and two other guys that he went to college with (all seperate locations) and she said he was spending too much time with his “imaginary friends”. I guess if you can’t see someone they are “imaginary”, including her brother. So I guess I’m her “imaginary” brother, cause she can’t see me.

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  3. Life happens. You’re writing about it and that’s a great step. Things with other people (your dad, people ignoring you), well, you can’t please all the people all the time. It’s just like that. I would suggest doing something for yourself that you’ve always spoken about or thought about but never did. Whether it be to exercise or paint, do it for you and zone out from the world. I think you and I are, in minor ways, in a similar space and the key thing I have learned is that the more I focus on making myself happy instead of making others happy with me (not saying you’re doing this, but I was doing it unconsciously and still do at times), the happier I end up. But it’s a daily battle and you wake up every morning ready to kick some ass. Best of luck.

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    1. You’re completely right, I am always focusing on others’ happiness at the expense of my own. I’m trying to do it less and not let people’s words affect me as much, but writing about it helps. I used to paint and all that, but I haven’t had the time lately. But thanks, I appreciate the good wishes :)


  4. Girl, we all know women kind of suck :). When I started dating my boyfriend a few years ago, all of my friends decided that I didn’t need friends anymore and stopped inviting me to go places. They figured I had him so I’m good. Rude! That’s when you realize you need a new group of friends, and they will be even better and more fantastical than the old ones!

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    1. Totallyyy! I had to deal with a situation like that with my ex and then after I got all my shit together and started dating a new guy, all the same people who turned their backs on me wanted to be friends again and I was like uhhh… if you didn’t wanna be there for me during the bad times then why should I let you in my life during the good?

      But since this post, I’ve talked to my friends and they were just busy so I feel kinda stupid now haha :P



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