this is an interesting blog and idea. kudos to the originators.
unfortunately, i have put my teenage years behind me. i miss them. i miss the feeling. so many thoughts and emotions, from so many different directions, about so many different subjects, ALL pulling at you simultaneously.
great eFing times.
now, seeing as this is supposed to be centered around teen angst and drama, i'd like to comment on a couple of the major themes. y'know, having recently gone through them myself, emerging out the other side in your mid 20s as an adult who's first question always will be: "what happened?"
love. the gravity of love when you're a teenager cannot be emphasized enough. just about every one has some form of entanglement with it at one point or another. there obviously are endless things i can talk about here but the main thing to remember (incidentally to the mind of the teenager this seems impossible) is that it will PASS! gauran-fucking-teed. if love is not a source of misery or anxiety for you, then all the better. but not another minute should be wasted dwelling and sulking and writing sad poetry. do not feed your "broken" heart. you're a teenager. you're feared, envied, and revered. start to act like it!
drugs. do them. try them. be responsible. know your source, substance, and body, but don't be afraid. circumstances and environment are always important when trying things for the first time. be with people you know and trust. plan things out. don't let buzzwords like 'brain damage' and 'overdose' scare you. walking the 'straight line' will prove to be a detriment to your mental and psychological growth in the long run. drugs will help with the expansion of your consiousness. ideas, beliefs, morality--everything will be fine-tuned. be smart. do some research. talk to people who've had experience. KNOW YOUR BODY. KNOW YOUR SUBSTANCE. KNOW YOUR SOURCE.. and do not abstain from taking drugs.
the future. relax. it's coming. way too much anxiety about college and careers and 'what are you gonna do when you grow up?' i have a news flash for anyone who is confused about how to answer that question: you don't ever really grow up. things simply change, mature, and evolve. a big mistake is thinking that you need to know now what it is you want to do. an even bigger mistake is propelling yourself in a particular career direction without being certain of what you want. to HELL with what people think. (again, difficult to accept, but true) don't involve yourself in something that you don't have passion for, and don't lie to yourself! don't deny the reality of your feelings. don't be afraid to say you don't know. you must necessarily not know. it's only normal to not know. you will suffer great misery in the long run if you realiz that which you have dedicated so much of your life and time to has always just been a front, and not what you've truly wanted. WAIT. figure it out. don't be rushed by your peers and surroundings. relax. the future will come and you will be ready for it.
hmmmm. i feel like i am definitely ranting. haha. perhaps i should stop. this might have been for my benefit only. hope someone reads it. hope it helps.
life is a game.
so relax,
take it easy,
and play.
Anonymous
08:31:00 PM
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
I've realized just how much I dislike people who are like myself. I find traits in others that I have, and find them annoying to say the least. The person who takes on that condescending tone when they are talking about something they believe they know most about. The person who talks (a lot)about how their parents get mad over the most trivial of things. The person who speaks loudly with their friends in the hall and acts crazy while thinking that people around them will think she's cool for it (I can't explain why I do it). The person who puts up certain away messages in the hopes that a particular person will ask her about it.
I have to change these things about myself.
Anonymous
06:38:00 PM
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
I would say that you are my best friend. But how come is it that I can't seem to tell you anything anymore because I know that you are going to turn around and tell other people. I can't trust you anymore. I don't think I ever did. And if I can't even trust what I call my 'best friend' with secrets, then who can I trust? I don't think thats how a good friend should be...
Anonymous
10:52:00 PM
Enloe's on the front page again. It's less of an "Enloe hates muslims" argument and more of an "Enloe is ignoring the constitution and promoting religion in schools" argument.
I hate how Mr. Esco's actions are being construed as the general feelings of the whole school. At least that's what the paper makes it seem like.
Anonymous
08:46:00 AM
Monday, February 26, 2007
You have until Wednesday after school to ask me out. 4:30 PM at the absolute latest.
Seriously -- I am getting tired of this game, this back and forth banter with coy smiles and inside jokes, late night conversations and lingering goodbyes. I can't do this anymore.
I think three months is long enough. After Wednesday, I give up. After Wednesday, we will only ever be friends.
Anonymous
06:54:00 PM
I want to find a relationship that allows me to have romantic, lazy afternoon sex as the setting sun creeps through my window covering the tangled bodies of my lover and I with it's warm, heavenly glow. I want to steal kisses in the dark and explore one another's curves under the covers. I want my own personal secret sex god. Any takers?
Anonymous
03:54:00 PM
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Friday, February 23, 2007
If only I had lockjaw
Instead of something as insidious
More so than the ever-feared tetanus
Burrowing into my nervous
System, there is a virus.
If only I had chewed up
A bag full of rusted-up nails
And swallowed
My fear of the pariah’s status
My mouth hurts enough as it is.
But I don’t want to talk about it
But Lord, I want to talk about it.
Anonymous
06:29:00 PM
Thursday, February 22, 2007
I really really really really luv jezuz juice. It be my passion. If I lurn to rite good, shood I put it in my collage applications? I pursued drinking it like an EC. I drink 4 liters (litres) a day. What shood I do? Remember, they say to reveal your true self and my true self is a jezuz juice lover.
Anonymous
01:11:00 AM
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
i cant believe you'd take everything away from me for something so shallow as modeling. i love you and all but seriously, your destroying everything for this?
no, no i take that back.
i'm happy for you (insert fake smile)
of corse all can say is "dude, thats awesome CONGRATZ"
damn him. damn his sexy-ness. damn how its super innapropate to say that...
why would he do something i use to be sure was against his beliefs?
i'm sorry handsome, i dont know what i can see in you now that this whole bit has gone to your head.
even though i still love you. forever.
Anonymous
09:26:00 PM
My parents divorced when I was 8 and I have had an awkward living situation with both of them since then. I have to pack my stuff and alternate houses every two weeks.
It's an okay arrangement, I guess.
But I've never felt like I had a home, and since I have never lived with either of my parents for a long period of time, it never felt like they were parents to me. I had to mostly take care of myself.
I mean, I've been doing my own laundry since I was 8. What 8-year-old does laundry?
I'm used to it now, but I just feel like I was established as an adult way early, and I really wish I had been mothered at some point when I needed it because I never was.
Actually, I still want to be mothered.
I've heard it's a nice feeling.
Anonymous
09:18:00 PM
i see this guy three times a week in PE class, and he's in a completely different (and by high school standards, higher, but i don't think that counts in this situation... maybe "drinking league" fits better).
he's really cute (and freakin' ripped) and i don't know him at all but for some odd reason i really just want to ask him out to get some coffee. my theory is: what could it hurt? i just want to get to know him better.
in life outside of high school this could probably work. i fear that i am going to end up severely hurting myself if i do it though... oh yeah that and i've never (except for once in the seventh grade) asked a guy out and i don't really know this guy that well, but so far we have a few things in common.
but he's really, really, really cute. on the flip side, there's something close to a 95% chance nothing will come of it.
what to do?!
Anonymous
05:29:00 PM
Monday, February 19, 2007
Sunday, February 18, 2007
I really fucking hate people with problems. If I weren't such a passive participant in life, I'd tell them to go fuck themselves or get over it. Instead I just sit and listen and look concerned and nod and it FUCKING SUCKS because inside I'm going "aw hell no, not THIS shit again!"
And I hate it because I've got problems too and they're just as petty and stupid as everybody else's and that makes me just as superfluous as the fuckers I put up with.
Anonymous
08:45:00 PM
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Hands touch, eyes meet
Sudden silence, sudden heat
Hearts leap in a giddy whirl
He could be that boy
But I'm not that girl:
Don't dream too far
Don't lose sight of who you are
Don't remember that rush of joy
He could be that boy
I'm not that girl
Ev'ry so often we long to steal
To the land of what-might-have-been
But that doesn't soften the ache we feel
When reality sets back in
Blithe smile, lithe limb
She who's winsome, she wins him
Gold hair with a gentle curl
That's the girl he chose
And Heaven knows
I'm not that girl:
Don't wish, don't start
Wishing only wounds the heart
I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl
There's a girl I know
He loves her so
I'm not that girl:
Anonymous
07:02:00 PM
Admin Note: Lyrics from "I'm Not That Girl", heard in the musical Wicked
and i end up getting hurt to what i call " close pussy"...that is where the dick decides the fate of a relationship.... nothing more nothing less, whatever pussy is close and they have (some...) of what their looking for in a girl, is chosen, but in reality what they really want is miles away....
take a chance.....
Anonymous
04:01:00 PM
Friday, February 16, 2007
Hello.
It’s strange, isn’t it, how the farther away you go from a moment, the less time matters? I missed you with a fury the day we left, my chest aching with every breath, through the Pennsylvanian highways with my heart snagging on every bare brown branch, my breath curling through the glass in grey longing. Then through the familiar New York City streets, an ugly urban sprawl compared to where I left you, standing in the middle of that garden in the rain; I traced your name onto the misty windows each time I thought of you. The fingerprints are still there if you breath warmly on it, but with each blow the words fade just a little, and now I’m afraid to look at it for fear it’ll stop existing. I think of you the same way, now, and I doubt you think of me at all. If I take out these memories too many times, I’m afraid they’ll crack and crumble to a fine powder, diluted with wind.
But tonight, I call them up again, maybe for the last time. I wanted to see your face again, hear that lilting lisp. I was so afraid, when a week after I returned I could not call up exactly how you said my name. I thought I’d lost you.
Do you remember? How you found me in the side study behind the double doors, both closed, ears plugged and gazing thoughtlessly at the calligraphy painting high up on the wall? No—we met before that. The awkward silence as I walked in, the guests already seated and our host gone, bereft of introductions so that I stood to the side, uncertain. I was still annoyed at my parents for bringing me here, I thought I had better ways to spend my time but I didn’t know I would meet you. You didn’t look at me, even when I prodded the uneasy crowd into soft, awkward words my name is I go to eastern university yeah he’s my little bro come here kid! The names piped up like notes in a scale, but you ignored me until Kevin kicked you under the table. You smiled and waved hi, I’m Matthew and that was when I first thought you were beautiful, because of that smile. Yours was the only name I remembered the first time I heard it, that night; did you know mine so quickly? Sometimes I wonder, but I’ve never been brave enough to ask you, now that you’ve forgotten me.
The way we moved together, a team, against Kevin and my cousins at the ping pong table—the ball beating hollowly against the green surface to the rhythm of your boyish insults. The look on your face when I slipped away, letting the two of you play, and how the happiness shone from you when I relented and took my place again by your side. I played the best when I played with you, but you don’t know that. Or do you? Do you really think I’m so skilled at this game?
Your eyes are the brightest I’ve ever seen on a boy, but I never told you that either. My mom teased one once that you had ‘puppy eyes’, so beseeching and innocent. She knew I loved eyes like that. You watched my face intently when I sang along to my earphone music, softly, head cocked as if you were listening. Your embarrassment when curiosity took hold of me and I asked why you spoke that way—I wish I could have taken it back the moment you stumbled, eyes lowered; I felt the cut sharper than you did. You said it was from learning pronunciation through reading and I believed you. Our newfound peace, fragile in the minutes it had been alive, was another thread in the string, then rope that tied me to you. Did you ever realize that I know the truth, from your mother to mine to me? Did you think I would like you less because you’ll never hear me sing? The things I’ve never told you beat against me like an army of angry fists at a wall sometimes, until I cannot breathe and it is so hard to keep from crying out loud, crying your name.
The way you tapped me on the shoulder, lighter than a sigh, tingles through me like a shiver. Even now when I think of it, of the way your hand felt on my arm, so gently, as if I were a beautiful porcelain doll too precious to risk breaking.
Does that picture, with the fish and the eyes—does it still mean anything to you? What did you see when you watched me sketch, watched the shapes emerge in a swaying sea of crosshatch? You said they looked like fish, I laughed and agreed, but I was drawing a pair of eyes. In the end they became both fish and eyes; two little fish nuzzling noses for the first time, a pair of glowing scale eyes from the darkness. I loved how you turned a work of one to one of two.
I’m brimming, bubbling with the memories of us until I feel carbonated through and through, but we were only together for a day and a half. I counted the moments we had. That night I gripped the pillow until the fabric creaked, using my sheer will to drag you back for the next morning. And you came! I woke, but you were gone, but then you returned. That carefulness around you, again as if I were untouchable. How Kevin teased you to sit in our car, because my dramatic little cousin who was so afraid and adoring of you and how hard you could pinch him—when you showed me on my arm, the pressure wouldn’t have turned on a light; I wish it was warm enough for short sleeves—was with us, and how you shook your head uncertainly. That careful distance when you took the seat besides me on the bench, surrounded by artificial fog and exotic greenery, when I desperately wanted to press myself against you—
God.
I wonder sometimes, if I’ll ever be able to stop.
The way you said goodbye the way you read lips the way you won’t turn around at your name the way you peeked curiously from behind the curtain of leaves to see me on the other side of the rushing water, snatching the moment with my camera, the way we said goodbye through a drab, drizzling rain and how I didn’t feel horrible yet because I could still see you and I was sure, so naively sure, that we would see each other again soon because how could fate be so cruel? The way you walked at a safe distance from me when we shared the umbrella because you’ve never had a girl before.
I think, sometimes, that I might have loved you.
Goodbye, the boy for whom I would have given anything. Tonight I’m leaving here, and I don’t think I’ll be back. Maybe twenty years from now we’ll pass each other on the street and you’ll have a little daughter clinging to your neck, a pretty young wife with her arm around your waist and laughter like a blanket the three of you cuddle under. You wouldn’t recognize me, I’m sure, and maybe I won’t be looking up and the moment will pass. But one thing I know, and it is this: I will be alone. Because I know now, and probably have known from the day I met you, that I love you still, and I will love you forever. Only you.
yours truly,
the girl you don’t remember.
PS. I still have the picture, where the two little fish are forever meeting each other for the first time. I’ll send it to you tomorrow, and maybe I’ll send this with it. But really, the picture is so much more than these thousand words.
Anonymous
10:52:00 PM
Opinions on the extremely anti-Islam guy who came to our school yesterday?
Though I did not attend the presentation, I read one of his pamphlets. It appeared to me to be incredibly biased and mostly unfounded, as you can't really argue or prove a point from a single quote from the Quran or one isolated incident.
I suppose that I can't condemn the man for what he honestly believes, but what is the line between insensitivity or disrespect and sharing what you feel to be right?
Anonymous
06:31:00 PM
She came and stood right by me--then the smell of sweet perfume. This happened much too soon; she called me to her room.
Billie Jean is not my lover. She’s just a girl who claims that I am the one, but the kid is not my son. She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son.
Anonymous
04:15:00 PM
[Admin note: "Billie Jean" by Michael Jackson.]
A Lust Ode
I pine for you, my far-removed love,
As the shore for the wave between tides.
In your absence, your form I often think of
And your figure I see in my mind:
I long for the strength of your arms around mine,
I thirst for the taste of your lips,
The path of my hand on the curve of your spine,
The blades of your shoulders and hips.
I dream of your hair’s mahogany shine,
Your eyes—so bright and so quick—
But mostly, O sweet, perfect lover of mine,
Mostly I long for your dick.
Anonymous
11:29:00 AM
Thursday, February 15, 2007
I trusted him. He assaulted me and burned me with cigars. I ended up in the urgent care room. I took my anger out on someone completely undeserving and it feels like my life is crashing down. I don't know how I'll ever return to normal life, I just want to lock myself up in a box and never return.
Anonymous
11:30:00 AM
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
i'm just wondering...
what's more physically attractive on a girl (the shallow kind of attractiveness not based on personality)? an attractive face or an attractive body? or does it have to be a little bit of both?
if there was a girl with a pretty face but she was kind of overweight, would you still consider her aesthetically appealing? What if she had an amazing body but not a pretty face?
Anonymous
09:57:00 PM
dear ??,
i just want you to know that i love you (platonically--just making sure cause today is v'day and all) and i think you're one of the most wonderful people i've ever met.
i haven't talked to you in a while but i wanted you to remember that you still have a friend out here in iowa, thinking of you.
indian girl in iowa
05:51:00 PM
i am so fucking stressed out.
school, my 249589026 activities, feeling like i'm a failure compared to all of my friends and the much better-looking and more-talented people around me, the disheartening weather outside... man it's taking a toll on me.
i know that things will get better but right now my grades are tanking, i look like a hideous beast (thank you, Zits from Puberty and all of your wonderful friends), i feel like i'm just failing at life and i don't feel like i'm prepared to do anything, school/activity wise.
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Anonymous
01:22:00 AM
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
I never miss a birthday, or christmas. I know I shouldn't place so much value on material objects, and a long time ago I didn't. But at every birthday they have, it gets harder to pick out the perfect present, remebering that they forgot yours. And after every holiday, you feel like a fool for spending literally your last dollars on them, while they convienently forget you.
And if they weren't my only friends, I'd probably stop spending money on them. I feel like a moron. But the prospect of having no good friends to spend money on depresses me more than having friends who treat me like shit.
Valentine's Day is tomorrow, but you know what? I'm not celebrating. I'm not celebrating, because I get all excited every year, and I try to be nice to everyone, and I get flowers for all my friends, and I'm always dissapointed. Because no one else tries. I don't have enough money to waste on people who don't try to make me feel good as well.
Anonymous
06:11:00 PM
Monday, February 12, 2007
To fix the world:
Women wear a colored sashes to indicate the different degrees of availability.
Green: "Come and get me"
Yellow:"I want a companion but there is a particular one in mind, not you."
Red:"Taken."
with sub-color options:
Purple: "open to a prom date but not a relationship."
BLACK: Period.
Anonymous
11:18:00 PM
My best friends have started to tear eachother apart and there is so much drama that I can't even stand it anymore. Everyone involved is being stupid and I really don't want to take sides. I think I'm going to take the stance of "I hate everyone" and start hanging out with other people until this is over. I hate playing the mediator. Fuck this shit.
Anonymous
02:27:00 AM
Sunday, February 11, 2007
I honestly believe that someday I'll do something amazing and that I'll earn some sort of recognition and that maybe even someone will write me a letter because of it if the world still uses letters at all by that point.
Which is why it's sad to me that you don't really seem to think so because I would have thought that you of all people (except my mother) might. But I guess it's no big deal because you're just being realistic and I can't really blame you for that.
Anonymous
10:35:00 PM
I told him I loved him. Quietly, under my breath. And then I kissed him really hard so he wouldn't have a chance to say anything back, because I knew he didn't feel the same way.
I'm just glad he didn't say it back without meaning it. It means that when, or if, he does...it will mean so much more. I like that he's frugal with love. I like that I have to earn it.
And I especially liked the intensity with which he kissed me back. Fear, lust, uncertainty, and yes...the slightest hint of the beginning of that dirty four letter word. It was beautiful.
Anonymous
03:40:00 PM
so I made a mistake at the drugstore when I went to buy pads. they were really cheap, like on sale, so I bought two huge packages to save money, and I thought it would be great 'cause I wouldn't have to buy pads for like another six months. but then when I got home I realized they were scented pads, and that sucks because now when I'm on my period they make my crotch smell really fuckin' weird and they still stink up my jeans for like days after I've stopped perioding.
Anonymous
01:05:00 PM
you know those people who appear flawless and everyone idolizes them, and you want to hate them until you talk to them and realize that they're amazing and you fall in love with them (not actually in love with them just thinking they're really cool)
then you want to be them. and then you feel lame for that. but i guess tonight i realized that when courtney love says
"i want to be the girl with the most cake"
i never understood that. i thought that courtney love was having some major fat angst or something. but then i realized that cake is figurative.
because i want to be that girl. even though i know she has flaws, they just make her more likeable. gah!!!
Anonymous
01:43:00 AM
when i'm driving, or just in a car, i often think about dying. actually, at any given point during the day a morbid thought is running through my head.
me dying, other people dying, the aftermath. sometimes it's really selfish, and sometimes it just freaks me out.
i don't know why.
Anonymous
01:16:00 AM
Saturday, February 10, 2007
Maybe she isnt just good at relationships, or maybe she's having a troubling time in her life. Either way I feel left out and wish she would show me some more attention. If I say anything she is going to feel really bad and in turn make me feel bad. ugh. This is just agrivating
But chances are that I will forgive her by tommrow and have forgotten all about it...as I always seem to do.
Anonymous
08:55:00 PM
right now i just don't think i can balance everything, and my friends are all bothering me, or more like i'm bothering them.
so i'm studying, sleeping, running, reading, doing anything to not focus on other people.
self centered maybe, but probably good up to a point.
oh and i should do the laundry, but i just can't get motivated ya know? (that last part is just to try and get the laundry angst tag)
Anonymous
02:27:00 AM
right now i just don't think i can balance everything, and my friends are all bothering me, or more like i'm bothering them.
so i'm studying, sleeping, running, reading, doing anything to not focus on other people.
self centered maybe, but probably good up to a point.
oh and i should do the laundry, but i just can't get motivated ya know? (that last part is just to try and get the laundry angst tag)
Anonymous
02:27:00 AM
Friday, February 09, 2007
Thursday, February 08, 2007
he's liked me since november...but he hasnt done anything about it. we went to charity ball and wf together...but thats basically how much we talked. in between those two events there was like no communication except random fb messages like once a month. i know he likes me b/c he's really good friends with my best friend so she told me. so i got sick and tired of waiting around for him so i decided to go to prom with another guy that I think I might have feelings for.
but now the first guy is trying to call to talk, and most likely to ask me to prom. and I feel like crap about it. I dont even know if i should answer his phone calls.
Anonymous
10:20:00 PM
Last night, I dreamed that I was dying.
As I lay in the hospital, I realized: I have done nothing memorable with my life, worked no miracles, touched no one's life significantly. I am only the sum of my bad decisions, my apologies.
I have been a cheater, a bitch, a backstabber, a traitor, a plagerizer, a liar, and an arrogant fool.
I woke up crying.
I'm so sorry.
Anonymous
09:12:00 PM
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
im afraid i dont know who i am.
ive made up so much.
i think ive lost myself somewhere along the way.
dittolove6
09:52:00 PM
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
"When he passes me by
He's a ray of light
Like the first drop of sun
From the sky
And I know he's a king
Who deserves a queen
But I'm not a queen
And he doesn't see me
When he dances
He moves me to a smile
And I see everything
Near him shine
There's a grace in his ways
That I can't contain
I haven't that grace
Oh, I haven't that grace
And the closer he gets
I can't help but hide
So ashamed
Of my body and voice
There are boundaries
We pass in spite of the war
But our own
We can't seem to cross
She has a way that surrounds her
So delicate
With a glory that reigns in her life
She is also so much that she is not
These things I can't see
'Cause he doesn't see me
Oh-oh-oh ...
And he doesn't see me
When he passes me by
He's a ray of light
Like the first drop of sun
From the sky
And I know he's a king
Who deserves a queen
Someone other than me
So different from me"
I thought this for months--and today it was confirmed.
Anonymous
11:53:00 PM
[Admin note: The song is "He Doesn't See Me" by Sarah Brightman. It's a reworking of lyrics originally written for the song "She Doesn't See Me" from the popular French film Astérix et Obélix contre César.]
I've made a horrible mistake.
I left him under the stress and the college app deadlines and the difficulty of trying to pass my math class and a million other things. I left him to find some room to breathe, to find what it was I really wanted
....and now I know what I wanted was him.
Anonymous
03:25:00 PM
Monday, February 05, 2007
for the love of god, TELL SOMEONE. You are worse than Tess of the D'urbervilles. you were raped and he's still at large. you say no one will believe you, but nobody can if you don't tell! you say people have such a high opinion of him that nobody will do anything, well guess what, if all the girls he abused were brave enough to speak up then he'd be revealed for the scum he is! there is no shame in being the victim of rape, unless you stay quiet about it forever. then you're just letting him loose to take advantage of poor girls like you in the future.
Anonymous
10:50:00 PM
"How womanly it is for one who is a man to comb himself and shave himself with a razor, for the sake of fine effect, and to arrange his hair at the mirror, shave his cheeks, pluck hairs out of them, and smooth them!…Women should be smooth and rejoice in their locks alone growing spontaneously, as a horse in his mane. But man is like the lions, with a beard, and endowed with an attribute of manhood, with a hairy chest--a sign of strength and rule.
This, then, is the mark of the man, the beard. By this, he is seen to be a man. It is the token of the superior nature….It is therefore unholy to desecrate the symbol of manhood, hairiness.”
--St. Clement of Alexandria, c. 195 CE
Sunday, February 04, 2007
i have to read 850 pages, information which bell casually slipped onto my desk in the form of a chart a week ago. once i do all of this reading and write the actual essay it is meant for, i can only hope to acheive a 50 or so on the essay. the essay is worth 25% of 3rd quarter. i do NOT enjoy her teaching methods.
Anonymous
02:34:00 PM
Why do I continuously torture myself?
You're a jerk, a complete asshole. You're a diva and you brag about sex. I hate you.
But I still really, really like you. I stay up too late just in case you want to complain to me. I encourage you. I ignore my friends. I can't sleep because it makes me sick.
And the worst part is that you will abosolutely never, ever like me. You tell me about different girls, you ask me to tell you how wonderful you are.
What are we, Echo and Narcissus?
Or am I just...nothing? Nothing at all?
If I were to kill myself right now, could anyone trace it back to you? Would you care?
I'd like to pretend you would.
But I know... you don't give a fuck.
So why do I?
Anonymous
12:07:00 AM
Saturday, February 03, 2007
i do NOT understand why idiots like PO are so pissed off about the senior president issue. hello, you're not a senior. you hardly even know her.
in other news, she is NOT the only student council person who is in jeopardy over recent suspensions: i know of atleast two others who are in similar (unfortunate) situations.
Anonymous
07:16:00 PM
Today I realized the true extent of how much being on your period affects you.
My dad picked me up from this meeting I had and I was crampy and irritable and quiet. Of course, he chooses this time to ask if I had decided what I want to do with my life. And then gave me a sermon when I told him that the reason i didn't want to go to [State School] was because 60% of my school is going to be there.
OF COURSE that isn't the only reason.
God, fucker. I hate it when guys, or parents, don't understand a simple concept known as TIMING.
Anonymous
07:12:00 PM
Friday, February 02, 2007
I hate it when people say I've lost weight or I look a lot thinner. I have, I guess, since like tenth grade, but it's been years since then and I don't think it's really all that striking. I don't know why it makes me so uncomfortable-- maybe because I have no friggin' clue why I've lost the weight and kept it off, because my lifestyle is deplorably lazier than nearly all my other friends' lifestyles. I also just plain don't want to think of myself as "thin." I like being plump! Squishier is better!
Anonymous
07:56:00 PM
I don't like the trend of sacrificing our freedom for security and this article kinda ticked me off. Why do we live in such a paranoid world that blinking ads get people arrested for bomb scares? still the part about only answer questions about 70's style haridos was pretty funny/
http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/02/01/
boston.bombscare/index.html
email for boston mayor
Mayor@cityofboston.gov
Anonymous
12:34:00 AM
Thursday, February 01, 2007
ZOMG I'M EXCITED!!!
As you all can plainly see, Tangst finally got updated to the new version of Blogger. I've been waiting months for this to happen.
New things include:
- topic "labels" for posts (what we tried to accomplish with the long-forgotten navi system)
- a better archive system (that takes up less space while being more user-friendly)
- easier controls behind the scenes (making it easier to update)
There are probably lots of other things, but these are the ones I like the best.
Thanks to the snow day, 龙年 and I have time to work on getting everything else back to the way it was before (sidebar, line spacing, etc.) so that should be done fairly quickly. We'll put a list of the all the post labels as soon as possible.
If there's anything you'd like to say about the new stuff, or want to make sure certain things stay the same, leave a comment and let us know.
My self-esteem is a lot lower than usual. My self-esteem used to be really high, but now I feel like what I do is unappreciated and not good enough for anyone: my parents, my friends, the guy I like, or even me.
My parents think I don't try hard enough. My mom thinks I need to get in better shape. I feel like my friends enjoy being with other people more than me and that I get on their nerves sometimes. I'm not confident enough to ask the guy I like on a date. I feel like he's in another social class now, even though Enloe's cliques are hardly ever definite. I feel like I, myself, am not outgoing or interesting enough. It's like I can't satisfy anyone, not even myself.
Anonymous
12:54:00 PM