"sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air"
another strange day. time stood still during band. english was ok; nothing spectacular. french was...well french. i do not like that class. last year was so much fun, this year is just awful. my detachment is back. this time it was mrs. tyler's fault....or at least im blaming it on her because it was during her class. she could make it interesting if she really tried. anyway, i got completely bored and decided to write a poem. it was very good. i made an allusion to The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath, one of my favorite books. my detachment reminded me of a part in the book where she talks about being trapped under a glass bell jar; it was a very good allusion. unfortunately, no one will get it unless they read the book. oh well. im mad though, because i can't come up with a title. it was bothering me greatly. i have no idea what to call this poem. i think i will bring my poetry folder to school tomorrow in case i become inspired again; afterall, it was government that started this whole mess, and i have government tomorrow. so we shall see.i checked TCU's AP credit policy, and i could have up to 38 hours of credit for my tests if i go there. i also got into their Honors Program today; that was exciting. they want me. :)
anyway, i decided to get an MP3 player; more convienent than carrying my CD's everywhere. i think im gonna get the Creative Zen Micro except i have to wait because Best Buy is sold out and no other place i know of carries them. i suppose i could check Wal Mart and Target....well just Target. i hate Wal Mart and refusew to shop there. damn sexists.
i've also decided i offically hate valentine's day...at least while im single. i think if im ever not single on valentine's day though, im going to insist that my date do something original and not give in to the blatent consumerism this holiday supports; no flowers, no candy, and no tacky cards. something truly thoughtful that accually supports the idea of valentine's day. flowers smell good and chocolates are yummy, but i would rather he took the time to be original and get me something that actually means something. isn't that the whole point of the holiday? pizza and a rented movie on the couch would be perfect if he picked out a movie he knew i liked and got a joe's pizza. that would be better than ten dozen roses; it would show he was thinking. anwyay, all the companies that exploit holidays make me sick. between halloween, christmas, valentine's day, mother's/father's day, and the 4th of July, the greeting card companies stand to make a fortune because people are lazy and can't think of anything truly romantic to say by themselves. maybe thats why the divorce rate is so high in this country. the emotion is gone. wouldn't surprise me; half of the population is on prescription drugs, and a high percentage of those drugs are moods pills; "happy" pills like prozac. our country is so fucked up. i want to move to canada. i hope i get into mcgill.
bleh. onto physics.
posted by kellyisdelightful @ 5:10 PM
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