My Vote Doesn't Count: Teen Choice Awards

I've come to the harsh reality that as of tomorrow when I turn 25, my opinion no longer counts for such competitions as Choice Hottie. It is a sad, sad day. I'm not going to lie, up to a couple of years ago I was logging on the Teen Choice Awards website to vote making myself eligible . As pathetic as that sounds (which it is and I regret sharing that with the world-wide web), tonight is a worse situation: I am boycotting the award ceremony and feeling horrible about it as I type.

Why this all of a sudden sense of being an adult, you ask? Because I think it's about time. I'll be straight out, I love watching iCarly and ABC Family (Pretty Little Liars is my summer fave), but I don't have to actually participate in the communtiy.That's lame and sad.  I can remain a fan and still watch those shows, but learn my limits and not participate (less lame and sad, a closeted tween).

I learned this the hard way on may occasions during the past year. First occasion (on going occasion), a tween I attend church with knows I too enjoy the Jonas Brothers. Short coming of that occasion, the stares I get from my peer group, the adults. Second occasion, during my practicum as I was giving an assessment to a 8th grader the subject of New Moon came up. The 8th grader and I shared our plans about seeing the movie. Helllloooo? Wasn't I suppose to be doing something like I don't know, work.

Not get me wrong, it's great to connect to kids and know what they are listening to and build rapport but when does it turn into you're too old to be liking what I like? It reminds me of that Knocked Up scene, where Leslie Mann and Katherine Heigl are trying to get into the club and Craig Robinson calls them out. I don't want to be Leslie Mann crying on a curb in a couple of years. That's sad. I don't want to end up being that mom. You know, that mom.

Excuse the cursing :(

Anyways, maybe this is just a cry out for the loss of my youth. But I'll read about who wins tomorrow on MSN anyways :)

 

Crying Youtube Child meets Justin Bieber and I am Jealous!

No I don't have "Bieber Fever", but I am resentful. Everyday when I was her age I use to come home from Pre-school run to my den with the hopes that Joey Joe (Joey McIntyre) from New Kids on the Block would be there. I was sadly disappointed everyday. Dreams crushed everyday until my cousin got over her obsession with them. Or I got into something else, probably Eureka's Castle ( really dating myself, aren't I?).

However, the only thing I got to compensate my unlikely dreams was a New Kids on the Block pillow case which I ruined each night when I drooled on it. I never got a concert ticket or to meet them. I ended up getting a concert ticket last summer though (best childhood dream come true ever) but I had to pay for it myself. Thanks, Mom!

My point is my mother didn't give into my obsession and give me false hopelessness and Youtube didn't exist back then. Neither did the internet. I knew Joey Joe loved me back just as Justin Bieber loved this little girl back. He still does. Our love has been like 20 years strong. Justin Bieber isn't even 20 years old! My love trumps your 3 year old love!

What becomes of this little girl now? Will she always think that Justin Bieber is so accessible? Is she set up for failure? That's the problem with kids today. Things that they love are easily accessible. You can tweet Nick Jonas and have a chatroulette session with Paris Hilton. We use to write fan mail, through the actually postal service. Yes those things that you have to walk out to your mailbox to get.

So yes, I am resentful but one day I will meet you Joey Joe. One day. All seriousness, she was adorable. I am so jealous right now.

I would be kind of upset if I was her sister. I am kind of upset right now.