Psycho

Yesterday, my sister was involved in an accident on 1461. She was alright, but one the way to the scene to pick up my nephew, I asked my mom about the white pickup that hit her. She asked me what white pickup; my sister didn't mention that a white pickup hit her. I told my mom I just had a feeling that it was a white pickup driven by some Prosper kid that hit her. When we pulled up to the accident, I saw my sister's car, and the white pickup with a kid in a Prosper football letter jacket standing outside of it talking to the police. I think that is pretty freaky.

On a completely different subject, I hope I'm able to try out for OAP early so I can still have a chance to be in the play and go to college.....

High School Never Ends

Four years you think for sure
That’s all you've got to endure
All the total dicks All the stuck up chicks
So superficial, so immature
Then when you graduate
You take a look around and you say HEY WAIT
This is the same as where I just came from
I thought it was over
Aw that’s just great

The whole damn world is just as obsessed
With who‘s the best dressed and who‘s having sex,
Who‘s got the money, who gets the honeys,
Who‘s kinda cute and who‘s just a mess
And you still don’t have the right look
And you don’t have the right friends
Nothing changes but the faces, the names, and the trends
High school never ends
-by Bowling for Soup

Check out the popular kids
You’ll never guess what Jessica did
How did Mary Kate lose all that weight
And Katie had a baby so I guess Tom’s straight
And the only thing that matters Is climbing up that social ladder
Still care about your hair and the car you drive
Doesn’t matter if you’re sixteen or thirty-five

Reese Witherspoon,
She’s the prom queen
Bill Gates,
Captain of the chess team
Jack Black, the clown
Brad Pitt, the quarterback
Seen it all before I want my money back

The whole damn world is just as obsessed
With who’s the best dressed and who’s having sex,
Who’s in the clubs and who’s on the drugs,
Who’s throwing up before they digest
And you still don’t have the right look
And you don’t have the right friends
And you still listen to the same shit you did back then
High school never ends
High school never ends

The whole damn world is just as obsessed
With who‘s the best dressed and who‘s having sex,
Who‘s got the money, who gets the honeys,
Who‘s kinda cute and who‘s just a mess
And I still don’t have the right look
And I still have the same three friends
And I’m pretty much the same as I was back then
High school never ends
High school never ends
High school never ends
Here we go again

Cognition

Have you ever been somewhere and seen something that just took you back so instantly to a moment in your past that it was almost unbearable?
This weekend, I was driving by the mall, where I passed Haverty's, and, while this may seem uneventful in the eyes of many, it was enough to cause me to experience a strange sentiment for the past. Maybe it was the fact that I had just finished an interview for college, or perhaps it was my solitude at the time that caused me such a sudden turn in emotion. Whilst depressively jumping into a new life chapter, I can and do find humorous comfort in that fact that everyone is accepted at Haverty's.
If you don't get that joke, then it is not meant for you to get...

Thinking about the mind started me pondering on brainwashing and imprinting, dependencies and other learned behaviors. It is amazing how people respond to certain stimuli, as students to a bell or a marching band to a call to attention. In this particular instance, I speak about a phone. I have gotten so used to the ring of my phone that it can be in another room and it can still wake me up in the morning; my body is so trained to answer. My body is so trained that it almost needs the ring as some sort of catharsis. Sometimes I just want to hear my phone to know that I still matter to some people. My phone lies silent, I know I've lost, I never could win.

AUBURN SAID I WAS A MANWHORE

Exchange Rates

Today I have learned a valuable life lesson. I am not allowed to have friends. In fact, even my best friend it seems doesn't wish to have anything to do with me. I try to live my life with a reasonable amount of joy, however that is presently marred by the workings of hypocritic people who I am not, for the record, angry with. I am not going to ask for forgiveness because there shouldn't be anything wrong.