I need your help.

My friend from my Church was in a very bad accident last night. I only found out this morning. He was waiting at a light and a truck hit him from behind. His neck snapped. There's a good chance he will be paralyzed, and he's in surgery right now.

These are the times when religion is hard. This guy, his name's Bryan, is incredibly strong. His childhood was horrendous, he found God, the typical finding faith story. It's different if you live it, I guess... I see God in him, is what I mean. I'm not your typical Saint, though, I won't lie. But this guy makes you want to be a better person. I wonder why God would do this to such a person. Then you think about how God 'has a plan for everything.'

Then why would he let such a decent person fucking suffer so much?

This is why I'm not such a great Christian sometimes.

If you guys are religious, please pray. Pray for him.

Summer is, summer isn't.

Okay. I'll admit I live in a fairly affluent area. There are some very wealthy people where I live (Paul Allen? Bill Gates? Yeah), and as much as I hate to say it, this affluence has seriously spoiled the kids who are subjected to it. I'm not going to lie; I live a very comfortable life. But looking at these kids driving BMVs and Mercedes' around, thinking they're the shit sort of makes me sick (I asked for a car once; my parents laughed and said they'd buy me a trike).

For example, today my friend and I were lucky enough to get together and go water skiing on another friend's boat. Fun, right? We go to the place it's docked, and there are a bunch of people I know, some older, some younger, all under 21, and most carrying beer bottles and cigarettes and those 'special' cigarettes that make life so much fun, as well as other drugs stashed away in pockets or purses.

Before I continue, I'll say that nobody is perfect. We've all experimented here and there, including me, but I've come to the obvious conclusion that underage drinking and doing drugs is incredibly stupid (no thanks to DARE, though; my friend was paralyzed in a car crash with a drunk driver). Granted, I had come to this conclusion earlier when I realized that I wasn't immortal and I needed my life in order to do the amazing things I hope to do in the future.

Am I not cool 'cause I don't drink?

I think being cool constitutes having a working liver and enough brain cells to funtion.

Anyways, back to the story...

These people, all seventeen and eighteen, were all drunk and stoned off their asses. Driving boats and cars. And you know what? Nobody gives a shit. Nobody remembers my friend who was paralyzed or the girl who was killed last year or the dozen or so people who had to go to the hospital because they ODd on a mixture of coke and Ritalin. None of the parents give a crap that their kids are destroying their livers or brain cells. None of the parents care that they're buying their children's love by giving them money to buy coke and pot (believe it or not, I know some parents that actually GIVE their kids the coke and pot...)

Okay. Sweeping generalizations here, I know, but still. It just pisses me off so much to see these kids, supposedly in the prime of their lives, wasting it by getting stoned. They won't even remember it in two years. I know that either after high school or college some of them will come crashing down to reality, but the scary thing is some of them won't have to, and they'll just keep on skating through life on their parents' money, or the money people give them for being attractive and well connected.

And for the people who aren't attractive and well-connected? We'll work our asses off, make a living, maybe get some recognition, and feel fulfilled.

Will they?

Crap. Sorry, I was just a bit cheesed off.

Gotta go do some homework. I'm out.

Here comes the fuzz

Despite priding myself in being a woman of higher class tastes and, well, academia, I'll admit it, 'Hot Fuzz' rocks my socks. Honestly, I don't think I ever had more fun at a movie. At first I was wary of it, because it started out rather slow, but... well, fuck! It got really good, really fast. And now it's coming out on Tuesday. I can't tell you how excited I am. (Is it a little weird that I thought Simon Pegg was a bit attractive when he went all badass on everyone and was shooting up the town? Ah, well. I guess it's the Anglophile in me).

I have to go to Drum Major camp next week. Yes, Drum Major camp. I am, in fact, a Drum Major. Though not the nerdy kind, mind you... I'm the butt-kicking, splits-doing type of Drum major you see in the movie 'Drum Line.' Hell yeah!

Well, okay. Not really.

But my band has over three hundred members, we've marched in the Rose Parade, and have played a half time show for monday night football.

So we basically rock.

Anywho, I'm sort of excited to go, since me and my three other Drum Majors are by far some of the best at camp. I don't know why, but it sort of boosts my confidence a bit.

AHHHH! I still need to get my senior pictures taken slash start on college apps. I'm so not looking forward to that.

I'm out for a bit.

P.S. I know this blog has turned into more like a diary. Can I help it? After all, would you rather here me rant about Bush or my daily life? I don't know. :D

Piles

I hate that moment of self realization. That moment when things just become clear, and you go oh, shit. You know what I mean? That split second when you finally realize...

your house if full of piles.

Piles of clothes, piles of magazines, piles of homework, piles of pills, piles of wrappers, piles of piles!!! I mean, I'm not one for organization... I'm more of a 'spread my shit everywhere and let it ruminate' type of person. And it works, y'know? But this afternoon, I just walked into the kitchen, and was just, like... fuck! I need to clean! But then there's the problem of moving the piles. You see, I've come to know where everything is in accordance to the piles. Once they move, I lose things. Weird, yeah? I lose things when my house is clean, and find them when it's a disaster zone.

Needless to say, I debated with myself for a few minutes, and came to one conclusion:

My mom'll clean it up.

Yes, you heard it. My mom will clean it up. And this, my friends, is a high school senior's revelation. I will allow my mother to clean up after me for one more year, because, hell, after that, I'm on my own! So, just for you, Mom, I'll let you have one more year of taking care of me.

Ain't I generous?

The hair was the best part!

Okay, so 'An Inconvenient Truth' sucked butt. I get it, it was different, it was bold. But for one thing, I already knew most of what he was saying... he just spent about an hour and a half adding big words like 'devastating' and, well, 'inconvenient.' Secondly, I was interested in the facts. Some of the stuff he was talking about was very compelling. But the friggin' graphs moved at lightspeed. I couldn't read them, let alone understand them, so that threw out the scientific basis interest. That aside, Al Gore, I admire your enthusiasm, but... I dunno. I just don't think he's that interesting of a guy to listen to. Not to mention I didn't enjoy the randomly placed items about his personal life. Was this a documentary about his life, and how he knew better then everyone else, or global warming? It seemed the earlier.

Now I have to write like an eight page paper on it. Should be fun.

On another note, I watched 'Madmen', AMCs newest production. Despite some problems with the sound at the beginning of the show, the oddly quick credit rolls at the end, and some strange music and camera choices, I found the acting really good, and the story was far from pointless. I especially liked Peggy, the girl who claimed to be responsible when it came to sex, but when someone actually paid attention to her, she gave it up faster then the other slutty secretaries. It's the typical 'girl wanting to be loved thing.' Not to mention the setting of 1960s Manhattan makes a great backdrop for a story.

And it made me what to smoke. Oddly enough, the advertising industry works. Huh. I'd recommend it, anyways.

And I'm out for now. I need to go turn on the air conditioning.

Advertising makes me sick.

I just did four straight hours of homework. In the gosh darn summer. Analyzing advertisements in Newsweek and Teen Vogue.

And then I had to write three situational dialogs about refusing pot.

That was especially funny to do. You know...

Friend 1: Want some pot?

Friend 2: *le gasp* NOOOO! YOU'RE THE DEVIL! THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU! THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU!

Or, well, something like that. Anyways, I need to go check out 'Inconvenient Truth' from the library and do a report on it.

Let's hope I won't be too distracted by Gore's hair; I really need to focus on the movie.

Irish Love

Okay. Third post tonight. Why? For one, Anderson Cooper had on some reporter who could put a load of librarians asleep, though the fly that kept landing on his face was really amusing. Second, I'm way to tired to tackle the 35 hours of work I need to do in the next several days. And third... I have an unexplainable urge to write about my recently found love.

I know it's somewhat typical to be obsessed with "Boondock Saints." It's sort of a cult classic amongst high school and college students, and rightly so. But aside from feeling obliged to love it because of my age group... well, I really do love it. I think I might have watched it three times in the past five days, and I laugh every time. Honestly, not since the Lord of the Rings epidemic a few years back have I ever been so adamant about my like for a movie. The acting isn't even that great... I don't know why I like it.

I've also begun to write a screen play. I have the entire story in my head; it's getting it out on paper that's the bitch part. It's very Stephen King-esque. I'm quite proud of it. Currently, I am debating whether or not to post the first three pages here... hmm.

Save me from my ramblings. It's 11:30, Family Guy is on, and bed is nowhere in site.

Oh, God.

WTF???

WHAT???!!!




Who gives Bill O'Crap your pants the right to decide who blogs what? Can this get any funnier? I feel sorry for the guy.

Hm.

I have to do 35 hours of homework in the next seven days. That's roughly... five hours a day?

FUCK. I will be so excited when high school is over. I don't even care about this stuff anymore. I'm severely self motivated, but this... this is just kind of shit. I can't even bring myself to write much since I'm still sick. I feel nauseous still...

Morning sickness?

Well, yeah, except morning sickness involves actually getting some.

Hahahaha.

Gah.

Okay, this post isn't a rant or anything. This is merely me saying that my summer is BUSSSSSY. I'm SOOOO behind on my eighty hours of health class homework, and I have no clue what I'm going to do.

I've also developed a bad case of swearing. Not too attractive in Seattle. Maybe I need to move to South Boston.

I'm watching the YouTube debates right now. Should be interesting.

AHHHHHHHHHH! I'm so flustered right now. Can you believe that, despite the fact that I was carsick to the point of hurling, I didn't want the ride home from my trip to the beach to end? It was five hours of day dreaming. I've never felt so calm. I felt like I knew where I wanted to go, what I wanted to do in life.

AND IT DIDN'T INCLUDE HIGH SCHOOL.

I've also found a relationship with God. Strange? Sort of. But it was soothing. I dunno.

I'm out.