Tuesday, April 10, 2007
i hope you actually look at the links i post, otherwise i'd feel stupid.
http://noonebelongsheremorethanyou.com/
THINGS i find annoying (a list)
"pet peeve"
Popsicle biters
long toe nails
dirt under fingernails
people trying to imitate english accents
rich starving artists
fall out boy
slow internet
bread crust
being sticky
using textural allusions incorrectly
interpreting things incorrectly
the illusion of safety
people at my school
buffalo aaron
people at the mall
malls
american idol
people at the tridant
old people
girls
boys
people in general
"time magazine"
socratic seminars
math
my LA class
my film lit class
school
fashion for compassion
my art teacher
the family
not having bus fare
missing the bus
homework
french
chemistry
asthma
allergies
weeding
dusting
Darfur
iraq
politics
the panic attacks i get when i think about(in this order):
A) college
B) global warming
C) going deaf/blind
D) car crashes resulting in death/ permanent dis figuration
E) the SATs
denver
the news
rap, country
neo hippies
republicans (Reagan and bush, respectively)
teenagers
bad writers
the davinci code
no respect!
this list could go on for a while so i'll stop now.
Popsicle biters
long toe nails
dirt under fingernails
people trying to imitate english accents
rich starving artists
fall out boy
slow internet
bread crust
being sticky
using textural allusions incorrectly
interpreting things incorrectly
the illusion of safety
people at my school
buffalo aaron
people at the mall
malls
american idol
people at the tridant
old people
girls
boys
people in general
"time magazine"
socratic seminars
math
my LA class
my film lit class
school
fashion for compassion
my art teacher
the family
not having bus fare
missing the bus
homework
french
chemistry
asthma
allergies
weeding
dusting
Darfur
iraq
politics
the panic attacks i get when i think about(in this order):
A) college
B) global warming
C) going deaf/blind
D) car crashes resulting in death/ permanent dis figuration
E) the SATs
denver
the news
rap, country
neo hippies
republicans (Reagan and bush, respectively)
teenagers
bad writers
the davinci code
no respect!
this list could go on for a while so i'll stop now.
Monday, April 09, 2007
"life is an optical illusion, like other optical illusions".
every time there is a death from suicide or drunk driving the students of East Wood high have group therapy sessions in their English classes. the school councilors think that this will help students cope, and the smokers in the parking lot think that its a big joke.
"i remember that she liked to go swimming and her hair would always smell like chlorine" Suzy says, clutching the wrist of the nervous girl with highlights next to her. the new age teachers make their students sit in large circles on the floor and hold hands, sometimes there are even scented candles in the middle.
"good, good". says Mrs. Randy, trying to encourage the students who role their eyes. Mrs. Randy is menopausal and in her "goddess phase". she often recommends yoga and wears big beaded necklaces.
this has been the third suicide of the school year, and many think that it was a copycat of the first two. it was only October, and the parents and teachers were wondering what had gotten into their precious sons and daughters.
by now the students had become accustomed to death, and there was no longer that heavy feeling in the halls during passing period.
she had mostly gone unnoticed by the student body, she had transferred from ohio at the start of september.
"i guess she just felt like her life was in shreds". one of the boys said.
in truth no one knew her well enough to really be upset about it. sure it was tragic and all that, but the students didnt feel guilty for being secretly happy that they werent going to check the math homework they blew off the night before.
she was just a trick of the light.
"i remember that she liked to go swimming and her hair would always smell like chlorine" Suzy says, clutching the wrist of the nervous girl with highlights next to her. the new age teachers make their students sit in large circles on the floor and hold hands, sometimes there are even scented candles in the middle.
"good, good". says Mrs. Randy, trying to encourage the students who role their eyes. Mrs. Randy is menopausal and in her "goddess phase". she often recommends yoga and wears big beaded necklaces.
this has been the third suicide of the school year, and many think that it was a copycat of the first two. it was only October, and the parents and teachers were wondering what had gotten into their precious sons and daughters.
by now the students had become accustomed to death, and there was no longer that heavy feeling in the halls during passing period.
she had mostly gone unnoticed by the student body, she had transferred from ohio at the start of september.
"i guess she just felt like her life was in shreds". one of the boys said.
in truth no one knew her well enough to really be upset about it. sure it was tragic and all that, but the students didnt feel guilty for being secretly happy that they werent going to check the math homework they blew off the night before.
she was just a trick of the light.
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