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This was the stupidest day ever.

I got up 3 hours earlier than my body wanted me to, showered, went to a piano practice that was a lot more difficult to tolerate than expected, went to help my mom at work, she said come back later, went home, napped—worst nap ever—and woke up feeling extremely sticky, haven’t solved the sticky problem yet with a shower because I’d rather swim, I know that swimming would open up mosquito possibilities, obviously I didn’t wake up in time to come back to help my mom at work, and now I’m stuck here, having lost 4 things, among those that amazing Red Sox hat (yeah I really like it) with the Yo No Soy El Army pin, the ESPN hat (what the fuck I was just wearing it 2 days ago or maybe even a day ago), one of my pairs of car keys, why can’t I remember the other thing, oh yeah, that white disc that Rakesh threw in the pond (I’d thrown it in there in almost the exact same place before so I expected it to be easy retrieval) and I STILL haven’t managed to get to float over to the side and now I have no clue where it is, perhaps stolen, like innocence, though maybe I feel like this because I listened to the first Keane album twice yesterday, oops, and my book of passwords is extremely mysteriously and disconcertingly missing.

The sun hasn’t even hidden itself yet. Boo.

If I do end up going on an across-America trip...

I'll post every entry from the journal I'll carry with me here.

Yeah, Captain Jack will get you high tonight

Fucking best day ever.

National anthem series, round 3

The Star-Spangled Banner

And now for the interesting part. There's a lot of talk about the national anthem being sung in Spanish and that being a problem.

Whatever. I really don't care.

But in Puerto Rico... I wonder what they're saying.

Actually, I came CLOSE to finding out, but Google said:
Location Puerto Rico not found. Please enter either a country or a U.S. state.
WHAT.

So, I'm about to make a song.
NOBODY CARES ABOUT PUERTO RICO
(sung to the tune of Lupang Hinirang)

...ehh, bad idea. PS If you're reading this and you see that thing in bold, do NOT misinterpret that as me saying that I don't care about Puerto Rico. I'm saying that nobody else has mentioned Puerto Rico (except to say that there's this Spanish National Anthem recording and one of the people on it is from there) in the National Anthem argument.

So call me the first blogger on the internet to do it. I don't care how relevant it turns out to be.

Also, does that make a difference in that "woo our national language is English" no-shit (as in, no shit--I know it's English, so stop wasting our time making useless semi-symbolic bills) bill the Senate passed?

Also, the US Virgin Islands are totally virgin to controversy.

That was a good one.

National anthem series, round 2

Lupang Hinirang

Bayang magiliw
Perlas ng Silanganan,
Alab ng puso,
Sa dibdib mo'y buhay.

Lupang Hinirang,
Duyan ka ng magiting,
Sa manlulupig,
Di ka pasisiil.

Sa dagat at bundok,
Sa simoy at sa langit mong bughaw,
May dilag ang tula
At awit sa paglayang minamahal.

Ang kislap ng watawat mo'y
Tagumpay na nagniningning,
Ang bituin at araw niya
Kailan pa ma'y di magdidilim.

Lupa ng araw, ng luwalhati't pagsinta,
Buhay ay langit sa piling mo;
Aming ligaya, na pag may mang-aapi
Ang mamatay nang dahil sa iyo.

National anthem series, round 1

La Tchadienne

Peuple Tchadien, debout et à l'ouvrage!
Tu as conquis la terre et ton droit ;
Ta liberté naîtra de ton courage.
Lève les yeux, l'avenir est à Toi.
ô mon Pays, que Dieu te prenne en garde,
Que tes voisins admirent tes enfants.
Joyeux, pacifique, avance en chantant,
Fidèle à tes anciens qui te regardent.
Peuple Tchadien, debout et à l'ouvrage!
Tu as conquis la terre et ton droit ;
Ta liberté naîtra de ton courage.
Lève les yeux, l'avenir est à Toi.

Grape.

Okay, so
I threw a bottle of grape juice that I was pretty sure was closed at the wall above my computer, expecting it to bounce back at me.
It burst open.
Oops.
That clean-up job sucked; at least it didn't really ruin anything important.

Oh, I forgot. One more song that doesn't fit among the rest.

Please take me along
Please take me away
I don't want to stay
And I want to see everything you have to offer me (I want to see everything)...

Picture Perfect
Nelly Furtado

This is my song for basic, ultimate, unbelievable, and interminable freedom.
It's incredible. It's a pop/folk classic, or it should be; her record company should've released it as a single.

wandering thoughts.

Subtitle: "About the existence of God" or "Why it doesn't matter" or "Why it, in a pragmatic sense, shouldn't matter" or "Why did I use the word 'pragmatic' instead of 'practical'?"

Let me begin with a story about AP Furlong class.

Mr. Furlong loved Edline. Why he did, I don't know, but he loved Edline. For those who are reading this from random other blogpost sites (Blogspot.com does show all of its blogs on its main page in some fashion or something), Edline is a service (except it's not a service because you have to pay for the system; why do we use the word service in this context?) that schools integrate in order that teachers be able to upload assignments, grades, and supplementary other things for their students. It's annoying and always asks you if you've changed your email address when you log in. It's also the harbinger (not "har-bringer") of death assignments like a 6-9 page essay on one of the Canterbury Tales. In any case, it's Edline. He basically expected people to log into Edline all the time to check on stuff. Or did he? I guess he knew that people didn't log into Edline all the time. Without mentioning it in class, he posted on the front page of his Edline site a picture of Michaelangelo's painting on the roof of the Sistine Chapel. He said that 5 points would be added to the quarterly average of whoever successfully demonstrated a connection between the painting and the section of Paradise Lost we were covering in class. Tim Smith successfully demonstrated the connection.

And what was the connection?

That God and Man have this fundamental separation between them that perhaps must remain.

Perhaps, perchance. Actually, the word "perchance" is interesting in this case. But I'll get to that later if I get to it at all.

It's interesting that people believe in God without knowing what God is, especially when it's such an apparently important concept. (Don't mistake my tone for skeptic here, because it's not.) Huston Smith wrote about how Hindus begin to define God (or was it how Buddhists define God?) by what God is not. But all the religions seem to acknowledge that God is a form of infinity. So you believe in infinity. But you don't know what infinity is.

Or not. I mean, or people don't believe in an infinity version of God. But most people after the age of 16 let go of the idea that God is a man in the sky, so I mean the scope increases to something approaching the infinite. But in any case

See, I'm writing right now because I think I just decided on a pre-established concept of God that I am closest to agreeing with, but I can't even remember what it is. I guess that's what one's thoughts about God are-- wandering thoughts. No. That's what they are right now. In other times, they are pervading thoughts.

---In any case, I think I believe in an existing God. If I didn't then I couldn't really discuss the topic as widely. But what I believe in is different. I believe in the concepts of entropy and the human spirit and some random wave bounce thing in the middle of that that creates something magical though I don't want to use that word and something beyond our scope that we can't control but that we can manifest. My belief is disorganized, but I believe in something fundamentally disorganized (for the moment), and it's better to believe in a complex lot of things then in a simple nothing. Yeah. I used to be a nihilist, kind of. Or that was just my searching phase. Whatever. I'm still searching. I always will. Hopefully, you always will. If you don't, dude, "take Xanarol and get back in the game"! or if you found your answer, heh, what'll you do then?

The transcendentalists were right. More appropriately, the transcendentalists are right. Their spirit lives on. Thoreau never married; I guess it didn't really matter for him in terms of carrying on a legacy. But let me get to why the transcendentalists were and are right. They talked about men and women restarting from themselves and then transcending their world so that they might be a better part of the world or that they might feel the world better. I don't know how this differs from existentialism, unless existentialism goes nowhere, which I guess it does (since Grendel was supposed to be Sir Existentialist). That's how we really discover what the world is like when it's at its maximum potential. Or when we're at our maximum potential. We have to realize that we can make our own world, our own creation. That's what my valedictory address addresses, in a way. In a way.

But right now I think there is a fundamental separation from God. He's still there, and you might know how and you might not, but there is a separation, and it's pretty hard to reach God. Buddhism and Hinduism both say you go on living until you reach God, but they say it takes awhile for most people. "People with strands of finite desire go on in other lives," or something like that, is the Buddhist belief, according to Huston "can't write" Smith. If you transcend by way of establishing your own world of creation, you can reach the greatest, and whatever God is---I don't know---it must be something in the category of "greatest."

But why does the concept of a worshippable God matter so much? Why can't we just talk about the greatest possibility out there, the greatest thing we can accomplish for everyone and everything, and use that as our home plate to begin at and to circle back to? What matters is not whether something you imagine or conjure up in your head exists. What matters is trying to find greater and greater things. [Note: Greater things are not necessarily found in the complex things. They could be (and probably are, by what we've seen from people becoming simpler and hence greater) found in the simple things.] Pragmatically, it shouldn't matter. If we're going to pain too much over it (which we do... there's the religion wars, of course, but there's also the petty conflicts that amount to more than the religion wars sometimes) then let's give it a break for as long as we need to

...and let's just be good.

Traveling eastward (rough draft)

Traveling eastward
my pen is going to find
something new over there
(or old.) I found the Great Gatsby
and he seemed to be silent to me
as I keep traveling east

my pen is going east as I look east for morals on the previous page of my story
and instead I find people
who say nothing to me now
as I say nothing to them
yet I keep traveling east

and again
and again nothing

I think maybe I should travel west
as they are saying nothing to me as I keep going that way
and I travel west
d r a w r o f l e v a r t I d n a
but as you can see it takes much effort for me to travel forward
and my pen is not even facing that direction

so I stay, traveling eastward
writing words that have been previously written
piecing together new stories as I go towards the old
filling up the bottom of the page
but when will I rise from the platform I've built?

the above poem © 2006 by the poet whose first name is Alexander and whose last is Berrian; all rights reserved. So don't you even think about copying it.

...and such was life in Leningrad.

Too much electricity.

It feels so much better when you don't have the hum of electronic devices around you. In other words, I'm waiting for a powerout. Those are nice. The only disturbances are the flickering of a candle, the shuffling and blabbering of people around you, and your own breath. Now I think about that and I don't know whether that's natural anymore.

I mean, think about it. Is it natural for there to be a lack of electronic-device-humming and then of basically any other sounds? In this case, what is natural? Would it be more natural if you heard the sounds of animals scurrying through leafy woodpaths? Would it be more natural if you heard the sounds of animals in the process of mauling their prey? SCREEEEEEEEEEK!

Or am I going too far back? Would it be more realistic to think of something tribal, without the distinct noises of the animals that (should) surround you? Would there be some chant? Not a KUMBAYA campfire tone-deaf disaster, but something more melodic or intricate? Should I define the time period? Nah, I'd like to think that one time period was more natural than the others. How easy WAS it to die back then?


All of this makes me ask one major question: Why, nowadays, do we have to resort to killing amongst ourselves?

With that, how often did we kill amongst our own race back then? Is it something in our blood? (For example, you can look to the kinds of animals that fight each other in the battle for a mate.) Or is it a substitution for the fact that we don't really have to exert that much directly-related effort to eat dead animals anymore?--Is it like those things in our blood that cause allergy symptoms, because they don't have to go after intestinal worms or malaria or whatever they would've gone after when we were under those threats? (We don't know that such things are the cause of allergies, but it is one of the major theories. Still, there are too many major theories to single it out as being the foremost obvious cause.)

And, having just read an article Porter gave me entitled "The Spirit of Disobedience" by Curtis White, published in Harper's Weekly, what happened to Religion and Reason that didn't pit us against each other?

It'd be pretty ironic or stupid if we experienced nuclear winter and humans just downright lost the battle against other animals.
Too much electricity.

hi tired of talking behind people's backs

That's what we call a multi-word pun. Yes, both meanings are intended; I mean not including the literal.

Yeah. It sets some restraints and is a --- I'm not thinking right now. And that's why I don't like what I just mentioned in the title, especially when I find myself doing it (meaning 1), because I enjoy it so little when other people do it (meaning 2). But whatever; I have to admit it's necessary.

But to end it you have to be free of it. e.g. you stop it eventually and you don't wait for events to turn out in your favor for it to happen. then you feel free.

And I do get to wake up in the morning, hopefully, which means that I'll be in a completely different state of mind from how I am now, as el grande noche tries to eat me.

This is rapids-of-consciousness writing. My thoughts are NOT in the order in which they chronologically occurred above. Good luck.

Music (sermon?)

Have fun with the pun in the title, unless you're Greg, who should get it a little more quickly. It's a purposeless pun with relevance to rap.

Since I seem to be lacking the "free" in freewriting as of late and it's just more like stream-of-lack-of-consciousness writing, I think I'll write about a concrete topic, that being the songs that don't seem to fit that well in my music collection. Ednos came over a week or two ago and remarked that the Keane I have on my computer is completely unrelated to the other songs. I might disagree, but I'll work with the possibility that it's true.

Here are some songs, and why they're there.
The Recluse
Cursive
Again, I don't really like any of the other Cursive songs I've heard (two or three songs). I often go to this song when I think that I'm somewhat close to sadness or verklemptness or irksomeness, but more frequently I go to it when I'm just wondering about the world in general.
Helena
My Chemical Romance
Okay, so you're alright with the dance, alright with the disco, alright with the Cursive, but WHOA EMO OH MY GOD. Well, MCR fans will deny that the band is emo, and I do have to say that it's light at best on the emo scale, especially on the screamo scale. I look at this as a fantastic dance-reminiscent song with magnificent tempo changes and energy and outlandishness and outrageousness.
Everything You Want
Vertical Horizon
Perhaps one of the best ultra-early 2000s top 50 hits. The verse that sticks out in the middle is pretty damn good. And this song is fairly easy to sing throughout. Oh god, I sing too?
Can't Stop Now
Keane
This is perhaps one of the weaker songs on the album if you listen to the album as a whole. Even I have to admit it. The extended chorus, though, is incredible, and so is the entire slow part. Great melody, and I like songs that are this simple and repetitive lyrically.
The Light
Common
Anyone remember when MTV repeated the same songs over and over again after 9/11? They were some pretty good songs, including even Fabolous's "Can't Deny It." Well, one of them was this song, which I can't say was released that close to 9/11 at all. If you listen you'll see why it was chosen. It's a really relaxed, honest rap song. Probably Common's best. I haven't really heard "Go," though, or many of his songs at all. If heaven had a height, you would be that tall. It just sounds completely wonderful.
The Thing About It
and Better Days
Sweatshop Union
These two are "conscious"-rap. I just downloaded this group's music (it's a collective of rappers/rap groups) because it's from Vancouver, which is just a kick-ass region in general. I lucked out. I don't listen to this that often, but it's pretty good when I'm not sleep-deprived.
Allentown
and Movin' Out (Anthony's Song)
When I was like 6 I was introduced to Billy Joel. He's really an incredible songwriter; sadly, he looks completely, uh, wrong now and he's only writing classical. If I had more Billy Joel music on CD I'd rip it ALL to my computer. This includes the incredible Just the Way You Are, which is soothing to sing and just overall one of the most charming/memorable songs from back when I was 6, 7, 8, integral from 6 to 18 dt... sorry.

So I like a good melody, and frequently singing that amounts to yelling --if it's in the spirit of fun.

Carry on! Carry on, my love!

This was possibly the most beautiful day we've had this year. Despite the somewhat-near-frigid temperature (by spring standards) and the three hours of sleep that resulted from a night with Eveline, oh, and not being able to finish either my great breakfast or my greater dinner, it was a great regular day as far as regular days go. If you bothered to look outside, well, the colors were, and still are as of 7:58 PM, as bright and as saturated as they could get. I wish I could've just stared outside all of English class, it was that sweet. Or are they just the usual colors, and I've gotten some sort of I-like-everything effect from my lack of sleep over the past two or four nights?

Everything's blooming. No time to stop and smell the roses (or whatever the cliché is)? Doesn't matter, since just looking at the flowers is satisfying enough. It's not profound; nah, yes it is. I can’t believe how amazing everything looked today.

And tomorrow, we have the last Zimmerman class ever. (Party time!) And then I'll have to rush some senior celebration forms or something, or something, or something, and the weekend, and then we start all over. Intramural tennis with Mr. Richards on Tuesday and Freewrite Club on Wednesday, and this time both of these things will actually happen.

This was possibly the most beautiful day we've had this year.

Okay (I Promise)

Welcome to the year 2006. This is the time that the Red Sox have one of the more entertaining lineups in recent years, compared to the whoa-my-god 2003 lineup and the ugh-Renteria 2005 lineup. Yeah, "whoa-my-god 2003" was too good to be entertaining. Here are my opinions on some of our new arrivals (yes, this is late):
1. Dustan Mohr - When he hits a home run to left field it's really fun to watch. Otherwise he hits around like .238 so he's annoying, he probably can't run much either though he's an outfielder. Should return to Minnesota where he hit decently I think.
2. Willie Harris - No. Pinch running, maybe.
3. Mark Loretta - This guy is an amazing hitter, er, I guess not right now but he really is an amazing hitter. You might want to thank the Brewers for that, because I'm a member of the Mantell political party and I support such an agenda and I must disclose this to you by an act of Congress.
4. Coco Crisp - Will be a good replacement for Johnny Damon. Not as good of a hitter (Damon's hitting got better when he collided with Damian Jackson in the 2003 ALCS and messed up his vision, which logically works because he sees the ball better when it's closer to him now) but it was a really good move by Theo. Or whoever's up there making decisions now.
5. Mike Lowell - Right now he's really swinging amazingly well; maybe we'll get lucky and he'll continue to be that good. He doesn't look like that kind of a power hitter that he was for 5 years until last year when he stands at the plate... great defense
6. Alex Gonzalez - Great defense, good luck expecting him to get hits for you. Good replacement for Renteria
7. WHOA OUR ENTIRE INFIELD HAS CHANGED
8. Josh Bard - Why him? Just another backup catcher, except he's tall.

It'd be nice for Loretta to hit .100 higher but if that .230 or whatever continues I'd certainly welcome a trade with San Diego for a replacement whose name isn't Barfield...

Also, Roger Clemens won't pitch until June. Hopefully that's enough time for David Wells to decide for good that he should go away.

btw Typing in this window sucks because it lags for some reason.

I'll be more interesting some other day.

Step by step, there's nothing to it!

5 6 7 times!

Another sweet day. I noticed that the nights just plain suck in comparison to the days now. The best thing to do is just go to sleep at 10 so you'll be up to see as much daylight as you can.

Unless you want the midnight special to shine its light on you.

Haha, that's an ABBA reference. Bet you wouldn't have ever picked that up in your life. ABBA did a medley of traditional American songs and it really kicks ass. Now whenever someone starts singing Pick a Bale of Cotton, On Top of Old Smokey, or Midnight Special, you can tell them "Hey, you're singing ABBA!!!"

http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0007M001A/qid=1145030346/sr=1-1/ref=sr_1_1/002-2303664-1192005?v=glance&n=468646 Here's Cursive's The Recluse. Download it. (indie) Judging by the other two free Cursive songs on Amazon, they don't usually make songs like this, which is a shame.

Enjoy your day

Awake, alone

It's probably not a good thing to be raised among so many objects,

because then it's so much easier to not pay attention to them. What's the tendency you pick up from that? Losing/pushing away/ignoring not only things but people.

And then making excuses and blaming other people or the way you were raised for this happening.

^That's what you call a circle. If you picked up what I mean, I'm impressed.
Be who you are.

Bowling finale!

There comes a time when great men converge on a single spot to battle one another in a feast of champions. This feast was cake, and the champions (great men) were the '06 Intramural Bowling crew.

More later?

mark your calendars

April 28 --- cupcakes with the Zimmerman Group 2006!!!!! I think that's the date anyway.

Which of the two phrases is gramatically correct?

"ABBA were a group"
or
"ABBA was a group"?

If this is difficult, that's sad.

Hello, hello.... ¿hola?

The great thing about being in a foreign language class is that you can never and will never get tired of greeting people.

See, the thing is, French (or Spanish, for les élèves poo-poos) is a class where you get to spend extensive time greeting each other and talking about yourselves in an effort to demonstrate or to work on your capability to communicate. We don't seem to care much about this in ADDP English! In fact, how many other classes do you have where you say hi or good-morning or good-mourning or ah-we-meet-again to the teacher upon walking in? On days when you're tired (e.g. 100% of the week for me) you'll eventually omit the ahoy that you should emit upon seeing another pirate. In French, this is not possible. The urge to say something like "bonjour!" or "STOP" or "ah, benoit, quel temps fait-il aujourd'hui?" is irresistible. If we weren't so tired of the English language right now, imagine that kind of world.

Ah, yes, greetings, humans.

(Yes, this entry is meant to be as strange as you think it is.)

Reminder to self

Go to Quiznos tonight for dinner.
PS what. The time on this journal entry is wrong; it's 1:26 AM Thursday.

From the top to the bottom (BOTTOM TO TOP I STOP)

Hey, welcome to a new day!

You know what sucks is that I think my inexplicably happy state has kinda diminished. Thanks, mister 1.5 hour sleep night two nights ago. I wrote my Freewrite Club freewrite in a, well, interesting sentence style. It didn't really get me anywhere and kind of made it uninteresting. More details'd be available if you came and wrote.

ugh, after those too-many days recovering from the cold, I think I need more days to recover from that enormous sleep fuckup. Boo.

James Joyce sucks. Honestly, Dublin must have been the most uninteresting city ever.

Can't write creatively! That's what happens when you've recently relied too much on caffeine to keep you all sprightly. Ah, well, so it goes. Peace out.

... by the way, my comment number has drastically dropped off.

Chemulytical thought

Viens me rejoindre au V.I.P

This is going to be particularly difficult to explain... but I have gained something from Chemistry even though the subject particularly blows. m-ford is the man, but man--Chemistry is just inherently an awful subject. He's done an excellent job to make it a fast and easy and understandable process, and I commend him to the greatest extent for that. So what've I gained? The philosophical/logical part of it.

I'm really tired and I don't feel like explaining. Discuss.

Oh, and hints: entropy, the second law of thermodynamics, dimensional/unit "analysis," the dichotomy of the natural liberalism and conservatism of existence. Enjoy!!!

Never felt I was alone... 'til you changed my mind!

Someone I know brings up the point that there tends to be a lot of pressure on me to get into a bigger school and maybe that's the biggest reason that I'm pushing to get off the waiting list and into Harvard. No, this wasn't a rude suggestion.

But you see, Donna Summer already thought about this. Her amazing song "Love's About To Change My Heart (7" Mix)" --- take the 7" part of it as you wish --- talks about just this sort of conflict. What, exactly, is the influence of other people you know closely on how you do things and on what you go after?

I mean, that's basically all that the conflict is. Some other people overcomplicate it. The Queen of Disco, though, in her infallibility, knew not to overcomplicate it. Allow me to paste you some lyrics of hers. From that song.

Never ever thought the sky was so blue
Never ever thought I'd feel so new

Always thought I'd know what to do
But I guess I wasn't counting on you!

By the way, the Insert key is awful. mais de toute façon. The upper paragraph describes (yes, Donna Summer predicted in 1989 that these events would happen to me in 2006) my mood, and the lower one describes my influence.

Except that I don't always think I know what to do. Damn, I guess she didn't get all her predictions right.

But now that we've meditated on Donna Summer without a conclusion (no meditation should have a concrete conclusion. that's like, nirvana, and will not be tolerated)...

Knowing me, knowing you, it's the best I can do. PS frisbee drama is stupid

If you think the title of this update has affirmative symbolic meaning, you're either a really good ABBA fan or incorrect. And yes, the last part is clearly a subliminal message in ABBA's "Arrival" album.

Oh, the night is my world; city lights, painted girls. That's a line from the late 80's singer Laura Branigan's "Self Control," and I obviously only got half of it correct. I think the time on this blog is wrong for some reason. Well, it's 1:08 AM Monday morning, and I'm up fresh and early in order to have a 5-hour nap for school. I need a miracle; please let me be your girl; one day you'll see! it can happen to me, it can happen to me. ...Cascada is already the best new artist of the year.
Is that phrased correctly?

I wonder if Ford likes Nickelback. He told me that he mostly likes silence and doesn't really listen to music. Then about 2 months later he was saying that "yeah I dunno my music taste is kinda like classic rock stuff?I don't know" or something. Dude, classic rock/silence = not 1.

I can't write this stupid french essay right now. night

greg, these hips don't lie

If April 1 is April Fool's Day, would April 2 be April Tool's Day?

Welcome to the first post of my new blog. I don't know what happened to the font on the other one and I'm too scared to go back and fix it. Now you may ask why I started another blog. Well, it occurs to me that everybody is depressed right now for, as Jeff says, "safety schools '10," and I'm not, even though I happen to be a member of this club. Not exactly the 100's Club, which I was a proud member of Sophomore year, back when it was really good.

So basically I need to happy this place up.

You know how I went to school on Friday when I knew what'd

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You know how I decided to go to school on Friday when I knew that all I'd have on my mind was not getting into Yale Columbia etc and how pointless school was in light of that? That's right. As I said to Greg (yes, you're not reading something that's being instantly thought of; get over it) that Friday morning, "Topsfield got to experience Donna Summer like it ain't never experienced her before." That's right. Windows down, volume knob rotated 'round, She Works Hard for the Money working its magic on the town.

Onetta, there, in the corner, stands, and she WONDERS where she is! And it's STRANGE to her!--- Some people seem to have everything!

For some reason I love, love, love this part of the song. Actually, what's more relevant is that for some reason you don't.

But anyway--- I have to get to the main point here. I'm writing this victory address, short for valedictory address (I'm on top of the cleverness, one might say adroitness game), and overall the Prep didn't do a good job with our class. I am a member of no organized party--I am a speaker for the Prep. (That wasn't so clever.) "Roses are red, some diamonds are blue; chivalry is dead, but you're still kinda cute." It's true. I plan to work that line (by the way, who said that? that's right, the queen of lyrics... Nelly Furtado) into my speech. I mean address. Which is the better word? or who cares

So I have the mission of being really happy for people who really aren't that happy.
Or is it just the honors students relegated to their safety schools and am I messing up?
Whatever.

All I know is that what I'm seeing is not good. I can only name one of my teachers who gets respect from the majority of his or her seniors. Okay, I forgot Ford. But seriously, I, too, wonder not just sometimes but frequently whether there's anyone up there in the administration really giving a fuck. And I'd suggest that we not eat up our time bitching about it if we are, because bitching about things tends to split us. The people who actually did get into their preferred colleges might have second thoughts about when people say that Guidance didn't do shit, the people who okay I don't feel like completing this tricolon. But you get my point.

Which is that I'm still happy and I don't know why. Okay, maybe I do but it's not like I can be certain on that and my theory isn't worth talking about.

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