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| Okay, so I was thinking: “I’m doing my homework at midnight instead of sleeping. Why don’t I just go to bed?” “Because this is due tomorrow.” “Why don’t I just give up?” “Because then you’ll fail.” “Why does it matter?” “Because this is a major grade.” “So?” “So your entire grade will go down.” “And why does that matter?” “Because you need good grades to pass.” “Why do I need to pass?” “So that you can move on to the next grade.” “Why does it matter?” “You need to go to college.” “Why do I need college?” “Because that will let you get a really good job.” “Why do I want a really good job?” “Because it will give you lots of money.” There. We need go no further. This little extract clearly shows one unmistakable fact: everything revolves around money. Does this really seem healthy? Do we really want a society based on such mundane ideals as personal wealth? Is this what our nation was founded on? No, I say! So, stop the glorification of material possessions. The next time your teacher goes around collecting homework, show her your empty binder and say, “I’m sorry, ma’am, but this violates my conscience.” | | |
| Happy Thanksmaseve!  Christmas was pretty awesome...
 ...as was New Year's. (psst: that's confetti)
 These were the nastiest gingerbread cookies in the history of the world. Apparently, blackstrap molasses does not sweeten anything.
 My cousins are very cool. Everyone's in here except for two very old cousins and one very young one, who is the younger brother of the excited purple guy who isn't really looking at the camera.
For some reason, we had this talent show thing in the middle of everything, where the two guys who arn't excited or in purple played a guitar and the really happy girl in front of them sang. I don't really know how it happened, it was just kind of like, "Hey everyone! Listen to Molly and Brandon sing Rascal Flats! Okay, now listen again, cause Andy sounds just like Greenday!" And, what's wierd is, he really did.  Not Andy, but Brandon.
By the way, Brandon, if you're looking at this, I kept up the tradition and jumped on Thanksgiving (even though I didn't have a trampoline). Did you? | | |
| Eh, I don't really feel like coming up with anything for a title...Hey! I almost feel bad about not updating this long… but only almost. I mean, I could just update even if I have nothing to say, but does anyone really want to read: “Yo! It’s still me. So, I guess I ate today…that was pretty cool. Nothing much else here. See you later!” I Think Not. So, since September 17 and my essay, I... 1. Had a birthday (gaspI'msixteen!) Everyone at my school is compuletelly (was it Fuzzy who spelled completely that way? It's probably kind of pointless for me to ask, since he doesn't even get on Xanga) awesome. I thought I was just going to get a little Pop-Tart (copyrighted) cake (not to say that they arn't cool), but NO! Shellie's all, " Look, I made you a WHOLE THREE-LAYERED CAKE! (sorry Elyssa, stupid not-A-lunch, I should have saved some) Oh, yeah, among other things, Ben got me a 4-leaf clover. I mean, it was all dead, but hey, it was a 4-leaf clover. 2. Actually had a weekend free of all band activities. Yes Elyssa, I am sick of marching. Thoroughly. 3. Dressed up as Where's Waldo for Halloween. Georgia was thinking of going as this too. That would seem to be more proof that we're sisters, but it was actually my REAL sister Susie that came up with the idea for me, so oh well. Good job to anyone who could tell what I was before they saw the sign; some people thought I was a skier. 4. Melted my mom's cell phone in the microwave. Not really. I'm gonna be impressed if anyone actually reads down this far, so I might as well stop writing. . | | |
| I dislike arrogance. In fact, I truly despise it. But, come on people. Enough is enough. Lack of arrogance doesn't have to mean lack of self-confidence. So you think you're not pretty! So you can't take all AP classes! So you're not as popular as you'd like! There's more to life than that, people. Are you nice? Good for you (and I don't just mean to cool people, I mean nice as in, "I don't particuarly want to talk to this guy ever again but I don't want to be mean"). Are you humble? Great job (because there's a big difference between humility and self-deprecation, let me tell you). Are you really your own person? Keep at it (How many people truly are? I don't know). Are you witty? This isn't as important as the others, obviously, but it will carry you farther than silky smooth hair. About that pretty hair, people: just because you think you're ugly, or stupid, or worthless, doesn't mean you are. In fact, EVERYONE thinks they're scum right now, or else I wouldn't have to be writing this. Besides, all of that's subjective, isn't it? One person thinks different from the next. So, isn't it better to form your own opinions? Please people. Stop worrying and calm down. That should help you more than agonizing over minor (and sometimes imagined) faults. | | |
| Alright, here are some things I’ve been meaning to tell/ask people:
To the strange man lurking in the shadows: How, precisely, is Xanga sugar-coated? Maybe the name sounds like something out of a sci-fi movie, but, besides that, how is it different from every other blog out there?
To my friend with the low self-esteem: Agh! You’re the best piccolo player ever! Do you honestly think Mr. B would let you be the ONLY piccolo if you weren’t any good?
To my friend who also used to be the keeper of two crabs but is not female: Mr. Wah shall live on in memory.
Also, how would you suggest I go about getting the confirmation e-mail for Pleonast?
Finally, to mes amis de RPG: I. Am. The. Frog. As in, it is my character.
edit: Nevermind, Ryan (who is the third guy I talked about in the comments up there). My awesome sister Susie managed to get the e-mail for me! So! To anyone who is interested, my Pleonast is www.pleonast.com/bagel.
tata! | | |
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