Books, Books, Books

Chloe doe
The hours
Every last one- anna quindlen
Compound
Sonia rodriguez
Religion in a free society- hook
The crucible
Catcher in the rye
Saint iggy
Koolaid acid test
Dave edgars
Don quixote
100 years of solitude
Ken robinson
Gabriel garcia

In My Fucking Arrogant Opinion

Dude, I'm always so high.....

Ms. Frost said that she's giving up on Satan.

She was talking with one of his friends and I gave them an accurate psychoanalysis of Satan, his friend's response: "You hit the nail on the head."

I'm sure I did.

My step-dad was spying on me today (he does that sometimes), and I could see his car the entire time.

My criminal observation skills are getting better.

Anyway, I think I'm actually going to try to do my homework tonight.

Catwoman still seems distant, and My Former Prince seems like he still has feelings for me.

But I suppose all of this is pretty irrelevant.

I just started reading Daughter of Fortune (I forgot the author), so far it's interesting.

I also have been meaning to write something about this, but I recently watched The Memory Keeper's Daughter; it wasn't nearly as good as the book.
I'm also currently listening to Martyr of The Free World by Epica, it's a good song and generally a good band (gotta love Pandora radio)
Most of my time recently has been based in both birthday and 420 preparations.
I really wish I could go see Snoop Dogg downtown at the Sticky Icky-whatever it is (420 celebration), I bet they're gonna be smoking some good shit down there.
My step-dad got me a sick poster for it from the Dispensary.
Erm, yeah, my brain is pretty much on auto-pilot right now, so I'm going to go do AP History homework, wish me luck (it might be my last chance to pass the class).

The Radio Airwaves Gave Me a Lobotomy

I always get poetry stuck in my head, and I have this weird pain in my right eye; I'm kinda concerned.
So Ms. Frost is being super uber duper nice to me, I think she's trying to atone for having strong feelings for Satan.
I really don't mind though, I mean it hurts; but I've learned to keep my emotions pretty much completely in check.
I'm finally done with most of the school work that I've been doing in order to raise my grades, and I've just been chilling today.
Listening to punk music and taking pictures of anything interesting.
I have this half-formed notion of starting a ska band, wish I could.
Anyway, I hate being stuck inside on a pretty day like this (luckily lately the weather has been nice).
420 is next week, lol.
And my birthday is in two weeks, I'll be seventeen.
This isn't where I imagined myself at seventeen years old; lonely, jaded, neurotic, psychotic, cynical.....
I'm reading a good book, it's called A Separate Peace (I can't put it down).
I keep jumping from subject to subject, but my thoughts won't stay linear.
I suppose that I probably have something better to do, and I'm sure that I had something better to write about.
But I'm severely brain dead at this interval on the timeline of life.
Speaking of Timeline, it's a great movie; watch it.

I Hope This Is Goodbye

*yawn*
I am so very tired, my computer wiped the software on my phone...
But I guess that's okay, I suppose you shouldn't really worry about things like that.
I'm still reading Brave New World, and it reminds me of Biology Class (babies in test tubes)
We really aren't that far from that kind of technology, or that kind of consumer-driven society, which is kind of scary.
I have to talk about morality for a quick minute, just because.....
Who decides what is morally correct in society, what if the entire world was topsy turvy and it was okay to walk around naked, or have sex with random people, or if drugs were acceptable and commonplace?
Just think about it, honestly.
So why are you living your life based on other people's perceptions of right and wrong?
Another thing I feel the need to address is pessimism and depression in teenagers....
I don't understand why so many of my peers are so very depressed, it's as if they're clinging helplessly to a past that can only hurt them. I'm not one to talk, but we should all learn how to move on.
I remember the last day of my Freshman year I was sitting on the grass, down the street from the Junior Highschool, and I was writing poetry about the word "Goodbye".
Kitty told a boy with green eyes that goodbye is my least favorite word in the English language, this is still true.
A lot of things happened that year, and a lot of things have happened since that day; I'm approaching the end of my Junior year with a massive sense of nostalgia, because I miss those days Freshman year. I miss a lot of things in my past. I miss Middle School, I miss the way my mom used to be, I miss my grandmother.....
I haven't even been to my grandmother's grave; she raised me, she was the only person who ever understood me, and I miss her most of all.
I miss the dad that I never had, the childhood that I never experienced, and all the opportunities that flew by.
I feel old and already jaded at sixteen, seventeen on April 29, 9:48 AM.....

Books to Read This Year

Kurt Vonegut
Nabokov
Catch 22
Barbara Kingsloyer
Fight Club
Carraway
Dickens (which I have sadly never read)
Things They Carried
Malcolm Gladwell
Bird By Bird
On The Road
Through The Looking Glass (which I have also sadly never read)
Nickel and Dimed
Scar Tissue
No Country For Old Men
Hemmingway (another that I really should read).....
And I am currently reading Brave New World- Aldous Huxley, and I will be posting more on that when I get farther through the book