You told me about nowhere and it sounds like some place I’d like to go.

-Artwork provided my love. (Brit)

Youth. Remember when you were young? When Santa still existed? The opposite sex had cooties? And bugs were considered snack? I wish I could have that again. These days, life goes by way to fast. But that is kinda phony of me considering I'm constantly complaining to my father that I need to get older, faster.
I just kinda wanted to bring that up. Maybe inflict some happy memories. Or painful, whichever your childhood was (though I strongly hope I am not bringing the later of the two because the only kind of hurt id want to do to anyone is commonly known as “musical terrorism”-best comic ever).
Today in Language Arts, we had the journal topic “What is a phony? Do phonies know that they are phony?” So obviously we’re reading The Catcher in the Rye. (I am so Holden, more on that). The main character has a tendency to call everybody a “phony”. A phony is kind of hand-in-hand with a hypocrite. They change their ways in order to fit into a group. The people closest to these “phonies” realize it the most. (And it really pains them)
I offered that “To be a phony you have to be aware of the fact that you are a phony.” These people are obviously aware of their personality problems. Or aware of the fact that they will do anything to “fit in”.
A laughable idea would be that of a “secret phony”, as Veronica put it. That everybody is phony on the inside. That we go from social scene to social scene changing ourselves to belong where we are at the moment. Everybody is a phony. We obviously don’t address our parents and teachers in the same way we do our friends.
One last random thought: Look at yourself in the mirror. Right now. And ask yourself: People value my opinion. Someone cares weather or not I show up. I affect someone, anyone’s life.


P.s. - If I get Hannah Montana balloons in 4 days, I will love you for life. And cookies and stuff, even though I’ll probably give them all to someone.
Weekend: first one without a party in like a month, finally some sleep (my aunts dinner doesn’t count though, right?) and tomorrow my father is taking me to get Japanese food.
Oh- and I used up my 2nd conceited day today, I think it went okay.

Throw Me Another Classic:: I Ruin Them All

-We often go off into tangents in my first period reading class. (Is it reading, language arts, lit, or even english… in all my classes i could never tell the difference. whatever.) -
You dont understand. This is a small class and alot of us are close. Even to our teacher. So its comfortable, and you can imagine how the conversations go.
-Dont take that in the wrong way. If our school had a debate team (which we dont, and that makes no sense at all) the whole class would be in it. We all enjoy to voice out opinions and get everyone on our side. So you can imagine how it is when we all have a different point of view on the subject.
-So, our current book is Romeo and Juliet. Yes, Shakesphere for high school kids!!! Like we can understand it.
-Our journal topic was something along the lines of:: Do you think Romeo and Juliet can last even though their families are feuding? And if they can do you think their realationship would be strong?
-Ok so my first response was to explain to everyone in the class that Romeo and Juliet should die because their stupid. Did you know that Juliet was 14. Yea…thats bad. People tried to say “Oh, but they lived shorter lives so our 14 year old is an equivelent to their 9 year old.” Whatever, I dont care. Thats still creepy to imagine. Okay so here are the concepts of Romeo and Juliet::
-They are 14 and 15 -The whole book took place over like a week
-They got married on the 3rd day
-And then, they died -
Once you get past all of the pretty language and stuff, this is basically a book of 2 teenage sluts. Who deserve to die.
-Romeo only met Juliet because he was trying to get over Rosaline. If by one look he can get over the socalled “Love of his life” cant he get over Juliet that easily.
-If she was kissing him after only 2 minutes of talking imagine what she would be doing with any other stranger.
-And I hate to think of what would happen when they would get old. haha
-Past all the pretty language and stuff, this book isnt much. Sorry.
-So I convinced close to everybody in the class that this book is a joke. Better called, Romeo and Juliet: A Tradgedy of Two Sluts