Okay, okay I get it. I get that I should stop focusing so much on the negative. I just read an interesting post (yes, I am Miss I Am Going To SUU Next Year Snap, Snap) which, along with other countless reminders, helped me realize that it was time to let go my complaints and replace them with positive things, thus replacing the darkness with light (thank you Brother Barrow) So, here it is:

Elisabeth Says Goodbye To The NEGATIVE And Brings In The POSITVE (aka my last list of complaints)

It too friggin cold, senior year sucks hard core, I have no moola (and when I say I have no money, I don't mean I have a few bucks. It means I literally have NO MONEY! That's $0.00! So stop asking me!), no one talks to me, The kids I babysit for keep on fighting, no one really talks to me just to my friends and then I find out what they are talking about, my dog died (I just added that one for the drama), I really don't like seminary due to the fact that I don't like my teacher, the movie theater raised their prices on tickets, no one really listens to me, I can't play the violin, I am having major writers cramp (hence my creative lacking blogs), I need new pants, I wish I could go back to my freshman year and try for an A in biology and math so that my GPA could go up so I could get a scholarship so I could be cool like everyone else, I'm not that creative, I can't write poems anymore, the last time I read a book not including the Book of Mormon was last summer, the only date I've scored this year was a girl's ask Halloween dance meanwhile a girl in my ward with 0 self confidence at who's a year younger than me scored a boyfriend and won't let me go a day without telling me how great he is when he really isn't. Little things keep on bugging me too. Like how there was an important AP meeting today during lunch and a friend of mine knew about it and didn't tell me or another friend about it. You'd think that if a friend would tell you or remind you about stuff like that especially when I saw her right before lunch. Oh and in 10th grade, I befriended a cute girl in my Spanish class who just moved from Oregon and who didn't have any friends. Well, somewhere in the next year, she became too popular and now what's my name again? Valentine's Day is coming up and what will I receive, nothing. Meanwhile, girls everywhere will be getting flowers from their crushes and boyfriends or from theirselves if they feel bad enough. Why is it when you are in high school, the guys that you date don't say anything else to you after the date. Like why is it that now when I talk to Luke when it's been a year after El Cheapo he'll just say hi (if I'm lucky) and then go and talk to someone else (see complaint about no one really talking to me, but just to my friends) And what is up with stupid girls who were your friends like Catie, oh wait, I mean Ceightie (even though I was the one who made up that spelling when we were in 8th grade.)

Oh well, now that I have bored you with my terribly long list of complaints, I now resolve to only write things that will make me happy to write and not those things that bring on the bad feelings. (Or I'll just do that until I forget my little promise)