3. Inspirations

Tonight, boys and girls, I am coming to you from a fairly undiscovered and unexplored location: My friend Sam's bedroom. Very few people have ventured into this room, and lived to tell the tale. I just read that out loud to her, expecting praise or at least a chuckle, but I just got a very rude, and might I say, altogether inappropriate for kids our age, hand gesture.


Anyway, moving on.


Inspirations. This entry might prove to be incredibly clichéd, I don't know, I haven't written it yet, but when I'm finished I'll let you know. I don't really have much time, so I'm just going to get right into it. Some of the people that inspire me are:


My dad and my mom: Partly because they're super cool and hilarious characters, but mostly because they've managed to keep their shit together, keep sane, and raise the boss bitch that you all know and love. (clichéd but true.)


My grandparents: Because they've been married for 65 years, they've lived in the same house for that space of time, they popped out 3 kids (well, my gran kind of did that one solo), they've gone through two world wars, several presidential assassinations (I assume), 60's fashion, 70's fashion, 80's fashion, 90's and early 2000's fashion (and in my opinion, we all deserve medals for getting through that last one), and they haven't killed each other.


My best friend, Emily. Because of more reasons than I have the internet cap to type. 


Elena Myers: Became the first female motorbike racer to win an AMA Championship race, just two years ago, at the age of 16. Google that shit.


Travis Pastrana: The first motocross rider to ever successfully land a double backflip in a freestyle competition (Best Trick - X Games 2006) and all around bad ass. Google that shit. However, if you do, you seriously need to educate yourself.


Valentino Rossi: Without question the greatest Moto GP rider to ever sit on a motorbike. Google that shit. However, if you do, you seriously need to educate yourself.


(All my friends knew this one was coming) Tobin Heath: American female soccer player, sick skills, mad talent, master of nutmegging, and probably the coolest person on the planet (apart from, you know, yours truly). Google that shit. However, if you do, you obviously don't spend time with me very often, and you need to smack yourself upside the head. Oh yeah, and she tweeted me. No big deal. It was only, you know, the single greatest moment of my life.    


My amazing, hilarious, beautiful, awesome, understanding, wise, stupid, crazy-ass friends; each one in their own way. 


Tobin Heath.


50% of the people that have ever been on Oprah.


J.K Rowling: Brought magic to life in a way that no one else ever could, or ever will be able to again.


R.E.M. (Please tell me you don't have to Google that shit.)


Tobin Heath.


The beautifully deluded world around me. (Okay yes, that was clichéd.)


Justin Bieber. PSYCH.


Anyone who has the balls to just be themselves in this day and age, they're a fucking inspiration. Even if I don't like someone, if they're true to themselves, I have mad respect for them.


And, Tobin Heath. 


So yeah, that was kind of clichéd in some areas, not so clichéd in others, but it's my blog and I'll do whatever I want to do.


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Me: "Okay, I'm done." Sam: "Wow. And that only took... HALF MY LIFE."