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I've been appreciating the little things recently. I've also been more fascinated by the little things, so it's easier to appreciate them. Like when the sun comes out in February. I like that. Maybe it's just the hippie in me, but it's not normal. I usually relish winter with everything I have. Now I'm beginning to like spring more. Fall will always be my favorite season, but I think spring/early summer is taking a close second. Don't get me wrong, I love summer, but it's just too hot. I don't deal with hot very well. But I enjoy the sun and the freedom. And being able to go barefoot. Shoes are for republicans.

So, the other day I was at a concert, and I couldn't help but notice this woman sitting across from me. The concert was in a tavern, so there were tables and a bar that serves food and everything. Anyways, she was so intense. She was incredibly meticulous with her sandwich, and was very focused. It was like everything had to be perfect for her to eat it, and there was nothing else in the world except her and that sandwich. She didn't even notice me looking at her for about 20 minutes. It was just so interesting. I like people watching.

What is running through my head.

I miss waaay too much school. Today is the seventeenth day I've missed. I feel horrible about myself. Mostly because I know that it's not good for colleges and whatnot. And I really want to go to this private art school. I'll have to be good for the rest of the year. That's the only logical way to fix it. Just don't stay home from school anymore.

I don't understand people. Why do people do the things they do? I know it's motivated by selfishness, but I really wish that people could be more giving. Including myself. I try as hard as I can. The only thins is that I always get shot down or humiliated by someone else's selfishness. Or someone's not caring. That's worse than selfishness, if you don't care. Everybody should care.

Shoes are for republicans. Honestly, especially when it's warm out, they're completely superfluous. I hate shoes. This summer is gonna all be barefoot. Unless I have to go to a store. Generally they like it if you are wearing shoes. But hey, that's what sandals are for.

I have to wait another week to get my sternum pierced. My dad is all " I dont' wanna have to fight rush hour traffic. Let's go next week" And seeing as he has to take me I can't really argue. Sucks.

I love the concept of freedom even more than I love the concept of artillery. I think that'll be my concentration next year. Freedom is so all-encompassing. I can do so much with it. I just want it to be summer already. That's the epitome of freedom. I get to sleep in and not feel guilty.

I quit my job. I'm happy but sad at the same time. The job just wasn't for me. I like to be able to wear what I want and keep my piercings in and dye my hair funky colors. At Bob Evans you just can't express yourself. I am going to miss the people, though. Well, most of them. They were really funny and really caring. Plus, it was the only place where I felt like an adult. I wan't a kid there. I was a working adult. And no one told me what to do or what not to do. It was great.

I like this font. I like this boy. I like this music. I like this warmth. I like these friends. I like where I am right now.

Why can't it be 55-60 degrees every day? Forever. That's the perfect temperature range. Sunny or overcast is fine. I don't care. And now "Here Comes the Sun" is playing on my stereo. How perfect. It's alright...

There is nothing I like more than confusing people and being able to make them like me. But it doesnt't happen verry often.

That was fun.

Oh secrets, how fun are you. Yet how much of a burden you are. I should probably go read my book. But I'm just not in the mood. I should also read for Art History. And do Spanish homework. I could always borrow someone's workbook tomorrow for that. I'm not good at Spanish. When I don't know what to do I don't even try. Which is not good when it comes to learning another language. I'll have to try harder at that, too.

What a week.

This has been the strangest week I've had in a long while. It's been one of those weeks where one second I'm feeling really great and happy and everything, but I can switch to being really pissed off or frustrated at the drop of a hat. I've also just been feeling straight up weird this week. Maybe it's from the William Burroughs overload. Have you ever tried to read "Naked Lunch"? And understand it? And then write a paper on it? Yeah. It's pretty fucking hard. When I read it I start to get this odd physical sensation. Like there's something in my throat and I can't get rid of it and I don't know what it is. I also tend to get a little light-headed. Maybe all the drug talk is causing me to get a contact-high.
I rediscovered my love for William Blake today. In english we were reading our stupid book and they mentioned William Blake (it's the honors class, you really think the textbook for the regular kids would have anything about Blake in it?) and they had "The Tiger" and "The Sick Rose" in it. Because I mentioned my love for him we read both. It's funny, he's the only poet I enjoy. Other than his work I hate poetry. A lot. But there's just something about William Blake.
This lady came into work and put off this whole story about how she called in a carryout, and she came all the way from Euclid, and she just wants her food blah blah blah. Since I was working carryout, I of course had to be involved. I told her that no one remembered taking her order, and she whipped out her phone to prove that she called. She was all "See? I called for 11 minutes!" Well, she did call. But her call log said that she was only on the line for 11 seconds. Well, the manager took care of it and she got her meal for free. Then I told the manager about the 11 seconds thing. *Look of realization on his part* Yup, I knew it. She just wanted some free food! I remember the phone ringing, the hostess answering, and then telling me that the person hung up on her. I bet that the call lasted 11 seconds. Pwned. Next time she comes in I hope somebody calls her out.
I hate anti-social people. This guy I've been in love with since Area Thespian Conference last year is the epitome of anti-social. I see him at practically every theatre related thing I go to, and I know people who know him, and this past weekend I saw him at this year's conference, but I still haven't met him! I was totally going to go up to him after his show and tell him how amazing he was (he's a fucking amazing actor) and we could chat and stuff. But then it was closing ceremony. And then he dissappeared. So upset. I mean, we're friends on facebook, and I know he recognizes me from around because every time I see him he looks at me and I can just tell that he recognizes me. I just know, you know? I really want to meet him!! He's really attractive, and talented and all that. And he's a hippie-punk. In the good way where they dress more punk but have a lot of hippie ideals as well. That's fucking perfect. Nothing better than that specific kind of hippie punk. Not at all.

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