So at my school, I think I'm considered to be a little, strange. I'm in drama, which is already saying that you're different. I also have truely insane stories about my family, which doesn't bug me talking to people about it. And people think I'll automatically be weird. I, think I'm perfectly normal. And here are some perfect examples of how nobody is "Normal".
These are all things people have done, people who are in the "cool" group.
- This one is probably the worst. When people are discussing things in class, two "cool" girls roll their eyes in the back of their head and suck on their lower lip. I don't know what this accomplishes, and I think they need some medical help. It really creeps me out.
- Another time in the same class, we were watching "Monty Python and the Holy Grail" The two girls were bored and they decided to throw gum across the room and make it in the garbage can. Of course it didn't make it, and they didn't pick it up. That's so beyond disgusting.
- One "normal" person meows in french class, for no reason. They think it's funny.
- "Preppy" girls always do their make-up in class. Can't they just wait 'til lunch, when all of them are blocking the bathroom anyway? Why are they so distracting.
-I have no idea how you can be so vain to block the bathroom while you stare at yourself in the mirror. I asked politely to pass by one time, and no one did anything. So I pushed my way through and everyone glared at me and said "You messed up my make-up."
- I can never seem to say the right things in science, according to a group of "cool" guys in the class. Anything that I say out of my mouth, the head poncho will mock me in some way. One time I said how the moon looked cool last night, to someone (NOT him) and he says to his friends. "ha huh, the moon. God she's so f***ing dumb." And his friend said "It really did look awesome last night." and he replied "well yeah. Shut up."
I'm so glad I don't hang out with these people.
4.18.2009
Preps, cool, jocks, awesome.
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2.09.2009
2.04.2009
Meditation.
I believe meditating keeps you sane. It allows you to throw out all that stress or negative energy about a person, or anything.
1. Get a quiet place. Like your room.
2. Lay down on the ground. Have your knees in the air, bent. And now clothes your eyes.
3. Tense up your right hand. Starting with your fingers and slowly moving up. Just focus on tensing everything up. Then rapidly release.
4. Do the same but with your left arm.
5. Do the kind of same concept. But with your right leg. Then switch to your left. (Make sure you do this slowly. Remember, it's meditating.)
6. Think of some place that really makes you happy. A relaxing place. Like, the beach. Feel the warmth of the smooth sand on your back. And the sun radiating on your face. Think of the seaguls and the roar of the ocean.
7. Empty your mind.
8. Now focus on breathing. Slowly breath in and out.
9. Lastly, listen to every sound in the room. From your breathe to the pitter-patter of raindrops outside splashing against your window. (Your eyes should be closed throughout the whole excercise)
10. Open your eyes. Slowly get up, and continue with your day.
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1.11.2009
Religion
"Mommy, why do we go to church?"
"Because, we love God, and we tell him by going to church."
"But, why do we pray every night?"
"We pray to show that we love him."
"Mommy, does God love us?"
"Yes he does."
"Then why doesn't he tell us?"
"He will tell us one day."
"Why doesn't he stop all of us fighting?"
"Because he is testing our strength, our devotion to him."
"Mommy."
"Yes."
"Why did he have to kill daddy?"
"It was daddy's time. One day you and I will die too and get to be with him again."
6 Years Later
"I don't understand how someone so generous and giving could take everything away from someone, just like that. To prove their loyalty to him. Like it's a bet. That seems like a selfish thing to me."
"Go to your room and beg for your forgiveness. How dare you question our lord."
"Maybe it's time you should."
At School
"I'm sorry I don't understand that word, atheism?"
"Wow have you been in a hole. It's the religion where you don't believe in anything. When you die, you die. You are stuck in the ground until the worms eat your remains."
"Oh... well that doesn't really sound like me. I would like to think we go somewhere afterwards, I just don't believe a lot of the things my mother tells me."
"Oh, then your agnostic."
Back Home.
"Mom, I think I'm agnostic."
"Oh lord!" She cries. "Please forgive my son for his sins! He is just a boy"
The mother then drags her only son, back to the church. She puts him in a confession and makes him stay there until he understands their religion. After that she puts him in a catholic school where he is beaten everyday, for having questions.
A day before he turned eighteen, he commit suicide. He was buried right next to his father. That was the day his mother stopped going to church.
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1.08.2009
Faulty Character
In the midst of it all, a sort of... quiet peace eases over me. And I laugh. I become so overwhelmingly hysterical I can't breath, almost choking myself. Everything is so pathetic, including myself. And I say this in the most complete un-pessimistic way. People are pathetic. I take a drag of my imaginary cigarette, and go into a deep trance. Everyone is so vain, and I say all of this even about myself. I am not the type to blame other people and prove their faults to make me look different. Everyone has their faults, with me most likely at the top of the list. But enough about me, since that is an imperfection in itself. Why do people need to feel superior? Even if it involves putting other people in a hole to get there. Is it out of jealousness? No, in my opinion it is out of instinct. But this isn't about anyone specific, this is in general. Everyone will do this at some point. And I personally, would like to get it over with as soon as I can. I don't want cancer, which is why I am pale and only smoke imaginary cigarettes. But in our society it is desired to be tan. Why are things so acceptable and desired so dangerous for your health? Alcohol has a high death rate. Which in my opinion is not acceptable. There are hundreds of ways to make you live longer, and so many people do stupid things because those are the things "worth living" but I believe there are plenty of other ways to enjoy life then threatening it. Well, gentlemen, I am complete.
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