Misanthrope.

What dumbass, single, miserable, lonely, fucktard invented bros before hoes?

A very wise one I am sure. But I, at times, hate the rule. I shall stick to it because it shows good moral fiber. Siiiiiiiiiggggggghhhhhhhh. You may pronounce that how you will.

Do you ever think about how life is nothing coherent. Like really, it isn't. It just a bunch of flashes and images, and things that translate into ideas and feelings. And so many rules that have been made up to govern society. Who made them? Have you ever stopped to wonder why things are the way they are? So many of the rules are pointless. Like think about that space in between dreams and consciousness when nonsensical things are fact. I always think that's where true creativity comes from. That where the truth lies. No made up rules that we didn't agree to. Just the truth of the universe intruding upon your conscious. If we can tune the world out for long enough, make it shut up for just long enough, you can hear it sometimes. You can see the truth that nothing is important. Nothing is what you think it is. That is a different universe locked up inside every person's mind. That everything you think you know is wrong or is just the beginning of some incomprehensible truth. What is life? It's what you make it. What if you didn't follow any of the rules. Barring murder other crimes: why would people care? What right would they have to care? It is so difficult to be yourself simply because the world is not you. And that big fake world out there keeps intruding upon the real one in your head. You can't block it out. But what if. What if I could truly explain my thoughts? If you understand, you do. If not there is no way I can make you understand because it's something so abstract and vast that it cannot be put into words. I am only able catch glimpses of it. And yet, the most disappointing part it that even I'm starting to understand bits of this I doubt that it will have an effect on the way I carry out my life. Maybe. I can't feel the truth in what I'm writing. Maybe I'm not supposed to. That's probably the point. It's too much. If I could feel the truth in this, it would mean that I grasped it all. And in order to do that I would most likely not be of this world.

Tonight, I went out and buried a broken plate with a note.

Seven

I tried to do this last night but my mother came in and reprimanded me for something ridiculous.  So yes...That is why I have been gone for over seven months. Yes, wow it sounds a lot longer when you have to count it out. Its good and bad probably that I have not been here. Even if I had dared come back to this before now I don't know if I would have had the time. Anyway, you have missed what I would consider to be the worst seven months of my life. Here's to hoping that we can round it out to a whole year! Sorry for the cynicism. Apparently it's one of more prevelant character traits. I will not go into all the self-pittying details of this past school year. I will round it up saying that I feel as though I have failed at everything I have attempted. I know I could get all philosophical and say that a true failure is one where you never try in the first place. Well that's very nice for the greek philosophers to say: they're in the history books and revered throughtout history. That sounds like a success if you ask me. So I'm back. Yes. Yes, I am. So here's to hoping that this summer is everything I need it to be. I think I have something like twenty days of school left. So yes... can't come soon enough. And as to the new layout, I figured I wanted to start being happier my layout had to reflect it. 

Catalyst Left Behind

Ok! Let me vent. There is this guy that I dated and broke up with in the spring. I was the first girl he ever dated or kissed (the two are not mutually inclusive concepts.) On the kissing, I'm not so sure. I heard that I was from one source and yet another told me this was not so. Moving on. This summer he went out with another girl for at least a few and broke up with her from what I've heard. He is now dating yet another girl. I was the first! One girl decides that a guy is ok and then all of them will suddenly date him! In the space of six months he has gone from not dating to jumping from girl to girl like a bumble-bee on flowers. Good God! Oh, and here's the funny part! Let me think back and reflect on the vast numbers of men that I have dated since him...let me think....NONE! I have opened up dating doors for him, I have elevated his status (not in a creepy sexual way), and he has lowered mine. (Sigh of indignation!)

Now being realistic, I realize that three girls in six months does not make him a man-whore. I realize that he is just exercizing new found skills, if one could call them that. I also realize that the reason I have not dated anyone is that there has been no one to date. My standards are extraordinarily high and I am extremely busy. I have no patience for high school guys, and would never dream of dating one of the ones who attend my school. I just had to unburden myself of the injustice of the made up double standard in my head! Thank you very much!

Focus Shrugged

I am posting this because I feel I have been neglecting you. I am sorry for that. I have had some hell for a life recently. Not that that excuses my behavior. Let me update you on my friends. Ralph is just fine. I walked home with him the other day and that made it go faster. Aurora has been annoying but sweet as always. Trudie has been truly amazing and she and I are really getting closer. Camilla is wonderful I have tons of classes with her. She continues to inspire me and keep me on my toes. Edward is off at college I don't really hear much from him. Mia is back in town on a soccer scholarship at a local community college. She didn't want to sing after all. She went through a lot but is a much happier and well rounded person now. Elle is at an artistic high school and I believe loving every minute of it. Lucy is just as hilarious as ever and is in the school play with me. And Eva... well Eva is Eva. She is my light, my strenght, my encouragement, my deciding voice. So that is all I have to say. I must now venture into the world of AP Chem.

Anticipatory Hypothesis

The last day of summer is worse than the first day of school. The last day of being single is worse than the first day of marriage. That is a bad example. I know many would argue that of course it is worse because you want to be with your beloved. I would argue that it is worse because well I wouldn't argue that. I hate marriage and think that every day spent single is a better one. I am not anti relationship, I am anti-marriage. The last day of being nine, is worse than the day after your birthday when you morbidly dwell on the fact that you will double digits until the day you die...probably. Is anticipation always worse than the actual event? Does death fall in this category? I hope so. Now the first time you have sex better not fall into this category for so many reasons. I sadly cannot tell you. Well it's not devastating...but anyway. It should not fall into this category for so many reasons. 1) Sex shouldn't be bad at all 2) and if it is, by God! it had better not be worse than the wait. So maybe this hypothesis should be changed to: Is anticipation more taxing than the actual event? Taxing is good. It just describes a draining of will or effort or strength. I like taxing. Devirginization should definitely fall into this category. Well sex can be taxing I guess, but that has kind of negative connotation. Now I expect it to take effort and strength can't be a bad thing to have and if you went at it all night I think it could definitely be taxing. But not in the negative way. Sorry. I did not mean for this to be a sex ramble. It was supposed to philosophical, but I guess not. So yes....after all this rambling. Anticipation is more taxing than the actual event. Definitely. I hope. God!

Haphazard

I haven't said anything for a while. I had an inkling that it would be that way once school started. I promise I will not desert you completely. We shall see what happens. Life has continued on in very much the same pattern. I hate school, am considering going to France next year to make my own adventures and stop trying to leach the life out of characters in a book, My parent's marriage is slowly but surely deteriorating, I have as little faith as ever that I will ever be capable of love...and yeah. I should be doing homework right now. So I will go to that.