But I will start with a quote from Jodi Picoult. Make fun of me at your discretion.
“Summertime, I think, is a collective unconscious. We all remember the notes that made up the song of the ice cream man; we all know what it feels like to brand our thighs on a playground slide that’s heated up like a knife in a fire; we all have lain on our backs with our eyes closed and our hearts beating across the surface of our lids, hoping that this day will stretch just a little longer than the last one, when in fact it’s all going in the other direction.”
However, Hannah and I are wasting our lives in Economics, aka Clown Class. Perks of Del Campo? It takes <5 minutes to get there, as opposed to the 30 minute commute to Rio. Downfalls of Del Campo? INEFFICIENT TEACHERS WHO MAKE UP FACTS. STUDENTS WHO CAN’T READ ALOUD. I can’t even begin to explain what a circus this class is, as it would end in my throwing the computer screen out the window. For more information, see Hannah or I’s notebooks full of quotes and list. Perhaps I am being a snob. Perhaps I have lived too privileged of a life, surrounded by Honors and AP students.
But, on to a more appropriate blogging topic. I am taken aback by the amount of people that go back to certain relationships, against all better judgment, advice from others, common sense, etc. I’m not just talking about the guy who broke your heart, but then you find yourself getting tangled in the same net that you know oh too well. I’m talking about the girl who goes all psycho-bitch on you, but yet you somehow find yourself talking to her again. The girl who told your deepest, darkest secret to the world, who you swore you’d never talk to again, showing up at your door to hang out. Is it because we’re too lazy to go out there and find a new person to replace them? We find it’s just easier to revert to the same person. Is there an unspoken plea when you restart communication? “Hey, this time, can you try not to hurt me this time?” or at least, “Could you maybe not hurt me as much?” We recognize it’s a problem, but prefer to turn the other way.
On a lighter note, we got a kitten and named it Kekoa. See picture below.
5 comments:
If it's been awhile, the person has probably changed and feels guilty for whatever happened. A second chance is a wanted gift that most people deserve. Maybe next time the person won't screw up...if he/she does, well, then he/she should be out of your life for sure.
Also, I am now obsessed with Jodi Picoult and have finished three books in three days. I'm in the middle of Vanishing Acts right now. I must say that My Sister's Keeper is my favorite so far...I cried at the end...I recommend Jodi Picoult to everyone...
except for the people in my summer school and your summer school class because it is obviously above their reading levels.
A second chance is one thing, a ninetieth chance is another. Now, why "people" do this is beyond me, but I need it.
Alsoooo, I was in Barnes & Noble the other day buying High Fidelity and I passed the like, recommended reading rack or whatever they call it and I saw no joke 5 Jodi Picoult books. And I thought of you.
:)))))
damn you kitten, always looking cute and stuff...
ah yes SUMMER SCHOOL.
but today my feelings towards it turned from hilarity to HOSTILITY.
anyway, props, alex, on the reading level comment :D
and props, nick, on the recommended readings rack
and lastly, props, kyla, on a lovely blog. i hear you ;)
and props, natalie, on a FINE, FINE comment
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