October 3, 2005

• SHALOM, kiddos.

  
  

  I shall open this entry with awesome news.  We Are The Champions by Queen has been voted the world's favourite song.  Damn right.

  
  

  Now, I'm going to do something so unthinkable, so daring, so blisteringly unimaginable.. I'm going to say the most inappropriate thing I've ever said in an entry.

  
  

  ..Sex.

  
  

  There.  MIND-BLOWING, I KNOW!  It's just for the ratings, really. I mean, that's all on television now (because damn, blogs and TV are so alike).  Sex and vulgarity.  It's all the rage.  The highly vulgar and inappropriate South Park's available on broadcast television to any hyper rebel five-year-old that stays up late and I remember coming across a television show with what was roughly a three minute sex scene at eight o'clock in the evening.  I know eight-years-olds that sleep at nine.  I wasn't really too distracted by this well-known topic on television until South Park went on UPN.  I personally, mind you, love that show.  It's great fun and so hilariously wrong.  However, and I admit that it's fairly reasonable because it's towards the midnight timeslot, it shocked me that it would be available on broadcast television.  I mean, South Park is like.. the epitome of not-child-friendly television programming.  And I personally miss old-school Simpsons.  I used to sit down with my parents and watch the Simpsons but now I can't anymore (yes, with me at fourteen) because they say it's too risque now.  I never had to put up with this Godawful mind-staining when I was a child -- I never heard the word "ass" until I was in the second grade and never knew what it meant until I was in the fourth, and I didn't even know what sex was until--honest to God here, cos' I was a fairly good kid--I was twelve.  And now, at Albertsons, I overheard a young boy, probably no older than seven or eight, point at a young woman further down the aisle and say to his friend, "I'd like to hit that.  Check out that rack."  You have gotta be kidding me, society.  Please tell me that you're kidding me.

  
  

  (To be honest, I just spontaneously said to myself, "I'm going to do something bizzare and say 'sex' in my next xanga entry and just move on like nothing happened." but look!  I made some deep thoughts afterwards.  I'm hecka good.)

  
  

  Finished reading "Crow Lake" by Mary Lawson.  I recommend that ALL OF YOU read it.  It's a good book.

  
  

  Had so much fun on Saturday!  The Little Women musical was a blast.  I met up with Mrs. Choate, her son Bob (YES!  I NOW KNOW SOMEONE NAMED BOB!) and her granddaughter Alex (if anyone reading this was in Mrs. Choate's kindergarten class, you remember Alex as the fun little girl that Mrs. Choate brought in every so often).  So I remember Alex as the little four-year-old while I was the superior five-year-old, in kindergarten and everything while she was just in preschool.  I always never took the time to realize that she was JUST a year younger than me.  Saturday I was blown away.  Okay, everyone: Alexandria Choate psychologically kicks my ass at maturity and worldliness.  And she's uber pretty, it's not even funny.  I came up to her and was like, "OMIGAWD!  YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL!"  I was overwhelmed.  She's also in a performing choir/dance group, travels nationally regularly, and often plays parts in school plays and more professional community plays.  I got nothin' on her, and I keep getting flashbacks of secretly feeling better than her when I was five.  Eat your heart out, kindergartener with a superiority complex.  Also, it was a lot of fun when we had dinner.  Mrs. Choate, as you all know, was my kinder/first grade teacher, Bob Choate is currently teaching 7th/8th grade Language Arts and Social Studies, and Alex's mom is a teacher at a Christian High School.  It's all a big crazy family of teachers.  I relished in the conversation at dinner at IHOP; they were talking about their students and former students.  We were talking about the beautiful students made up of unique mixtures of nationalities (and of one kid who's mom was Irish and dad was Japanese but his primary language was Spanish), counting all the times that we had run-ins with kids using drugs at school, and they were mentioned students that stood out to them.  And I was entranced at this idea that teachers actually mention you to other people.  They just go, "I have/had this one student, her/his name was _______, and she/he was just a blast. I mean, one time.."  Beforehand, the idea of that kind of thing was just a myth.  That teachers don't REALLY talk about their students, like pfft, they don't wanna talk about those gruesome monsters at work that talk while they're talking.  I now know what a load of bull that is; I spent an hour dinner just listening to two teachers rant about their students and of anything between how great they were or to how stupid it was that they brought marijuana to an assembly where there would be a police dog that was in charge of sniffing out drugs.  A-mazing.  Now, this paragraph is getting a little too large and it intimidates me.

  
  

  NEW TOPIC!  OKAY, SO THERE'S LIKE THIS NEW PUPPY AN--

  
  

  ::clears throat::

  
  

  LOL (aka the blog joke that everyone's sick of but will never wear out in my mind).  Someone is my biggest fan.

  
  

  Today's lesson:  There is some acknowledge needed to be aware that the saying, "You can do anything if you really set your mind to it." is really just a big lie.  But we need to find reassurance in that saying.  We don't know what to do otherwise.

  
  

  i can't let you know where i am, or else you'll see my heart in the saddest state it's ever been

  
  

  Bye for now.

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