So spring break was pretty nifty. I saw everything in Washington D.C that I wanted to see, so I guess it was satisfying. My mama + my little brother were killing me with the whole tourist thing - taking pictures of EVERYTHING, asking EVERYBODY directions, insisting on taking the trolley EVERYWHERE….but I can’t complain because I have no money to fund the expenses for that trip and being a tourist is the whole point of vacations. But yeah. I hope you all (or just Zipo if it’s just Zipo reading this) had a good break.
Jeez my esophagus is hurting like heck. My capillaries are screaming. I feel like I’ve just ran a mile. I hate being sick.
Umm. Well prom is next week. That will be cool.
I feel really submissive…but it’s hard for me to explain because it’s just too vague of a topic. Dude. Luke chapter 15 is killing me, I think. Also, I got laid into at jazz band practace yeterday, because I haven’t been practicing like I should. My solo sounded like crap. I’m humiliated.
We’re reading Romeo and Juliet in English. I’m Benvolio. I hate the whole story. Stupid kids. But I like Benvolio y Mercutio okay.
So this girl I know was talking about stereotypes and hypocrisy. It was a pretty heated discussion actually. She goes on about how people catagorize goths and wannabe-athletes and smart asses and druggies and how wrong it is. Then she gets on the topic of “preps” and I didn’t even know what a prep was. So I asked her and she said that they were people that wore a lot of expensive clothing and talked a lot about shallow things. And she said that she personally didn’t like “those kind of people, because they are ignorant and hypocritical” But then I got even more confused because two minutes before she was telling me she thought stereotyping was stupid. So I tell her this. And she got pissed. And won’t talk to me.
This is my girlfriend that’s pissed too. It’s so tiring.
Also. I don’t like people who talk to me about all of things that they have exposed me to. Music. Movies. Ect. They automatically expect credit for things that I love just because they happened to influence me to love those things in the first place. Like if someone sees their favorite band on my iPod that they had previously recommended, they get all excited and their egos rise to insanity. Or if they tell me they love this movie and I go out and rent it, they don’t ask me if I liked it, they talk about how much they liked it. I mean….I do appreciate it, if someone suggests I watch or read or listen to something, and I end up enjoying whatever I watch or read or listen to. But sharing something isn’t supposed to boost your self esteem. It’s about how much a person loves something you share. Does this make any sense? I know I’m ranting…it’s just something that irritates me.
“I would give someone a record so they could love the record, not so they always know that I gave it to them”
-the perks of being a wallflower.
Gosh, I’m sorry about the ramblings. I have nowhere else to write these things down. Hey as soon as I practice a little bit, I’ll come back and update the Entertainment page. I promise.
Here listen: it’s music! Time To Pretend – MGMT. It’s kinda techno. Kinda. Listen to it!
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