RANT

It’s agreed. I am not a good Christian. I am not a good person. I am a fascist, yet liberal communist who would suck the unborn babies out of your sister’s womb if the devil asked me to. On principle alone I would uproot the moral foundation that our country was built upon all while allowing the UN to squander our power and national sovereignty. France is my sworn ally and I hate Poland.
I am today’s definition of a democrat. Of course I am not yet old enough to vote or hold party membership. The evil pulsing through my veins is evident though. Half of my family is Jewish (a clear giveaway) and for six months at the age of 14 I was a vegan. Enough said.

Let me explain myself though. I am a tortured soul finding solace only in repeated viewings of The Godfather and adding clippings to my Prince Harry collage. My hobbies change monthly having included splat art, knitting, punk rock, synchronized swimming, and the ever-popular world traveling. Obviously my favorite channel is HBO for the soul reason that during a Presidential Debate John Kerry joked about the Sopranos. My life revolves around dreams of genius and realities of mediocrity that I will consistently blame on my own lack of effort and/or motivation.
I am also a teenage girl. This entitles me to huge overage charges on my cell phone plan and the belief that I have a soul mate somewhere in the world waiting for me, perhaps at a side walk café in Paris (again, my allegiance with the French…). I type in Comic Sans for its sheer aesthetic value. Math class bores me and I have done less than an hour of combined community service in my entire life. Who am I to speak on who is qualified to lead the American public? On a related note, how do you answer a question beginning with who am I? Obviously I am Sunny, but still, who is Sunny to speak on who is qualified to be the leader of the free world? Even more clearly now I am Sunny who may or may not have any valid insight into who I/America/my dad/your dad/Harold Ford Jr./both of my dead Grandmothers want to be the next President. I am qualified because my founding fathers proclaimed that I should have to right to vote. Of course not me directly, being a female, but as of the year 1920 my disenfranchisement came to a halt.
Now that I have somewhat established who I am and why you should continue reading, let me ask you 4 questions that will clearly gage your value as a person.

1) Are you of white?
2) Do you like being white? (If no to above question, do you wish you were?)
3) What is your household’s level of income during one calendar year?
4) Do you feel culturally superior to everyone you meet?


First we will rate your value to America using handy spectrums that I learned about in Economics class.

VALUE TO AMERICA

Go Away We Love You

No Hispanic African-American Asian European


No Would you like me to like being white? Yes Duh.

$0 $50,000 6 figures+

No Secretly, yes Only cause I am



Now that we have assessed you value, where do you go from here? This next question is meant to be taken seriously and answered as honestly as can be expected for an averagely self-biased person.

Is this how you value people?


There, now I have asked it and we can move on because of course we all said no and meant it and its just we really are THAT great. I’d like to discuss my opinions on the difference between moral and legal. Lets do some analogies:

Death is to Killing as Dishonesty is to Power

OPEC is to the U.S. Economy as Britney Spears is to Her Own Career

Now you try!

Gay Marriage is to The Bible as
a. postitution is to Las Vegas
b. Gun Control is to the Constitution
c. Osama bin Laden is to Dead


The correct answer was B! Congratulations to the smarter ones among you. Just to err on the side of explanations I’ll explain this one. The Bible explicitly states that gay marriage is wrong just as the Constitution explicitly states that gun control is wrong. Of course right, tolerable, groovy, or any other word could also replace the word wrong.
Here is what it boils down to for me though. Gay marriage? All for it. How can love be wrong? Gun Control? All for it. How can guns be right? Forget my personal beliefs for a moment though. We live in AMERICA. We abide by the CONSTITUTION and other laws that are separate from the Bible no matter what their similarities. So if someone wants to argue gun rights in the Constitution with me, ok. However, lawmakers cannot argue, “the bible says so”, on an issue that does not concern the bible! If the Bible says gay marriage is wrong, what about those non-Christian potential brides and grooms? Should they be refused the right to marry because the majority of the nation hates getting its toes stepped on? When the KKK comes to town to throw racial insults and violent threats around they are given police protection. The passing people, most of whom are offended by this display, are forced to just move on. I believe this is fair though. Gay marriage should follow the same principles as any other freedom of practice, speech, or action that we as Americans have. Could fundamentalists not argue that people of Egyptian decent not be allowed medical care because God sent plagues upon them, and thus obviously wanted them excluded from the rest of humanity? They could technically argue this of course, but it would be unfounded, seeing that no American law discriminates against Egyptians. In fact, we even have some laws against discrimination. But I’ll save that for later.

Arkansa and Reminisence

Glycerin is a valuable aid for chapped skin.



So it goes. And then there is mediocrity. Not passionless, not empty, but not clearly here. With me unclear. Just want to scream and she makes that face and that noise and I want to imitate it and laugh and that would make me clear, but no. Unclear is all right. I’m all right.

It’s all gone back. Two years and now I have gone nowhere. Happiest months of my life. Giddy. Oh so Partridge Family and I didn’t care! No.

“She’s so goddamn peppy.”

Me?

“She just goes through life and everything’s…sunny.”

Yes.

Yes I heard you. You are a beast and he has a big nose. Good cologne only gets you so far. Ruined it for me. Thanks. Reverted back and old fucking middle school is now and then I’m still screaming. Mediocre. Yes, I am probably afraid of success. And love. And boys. And short skirts. And dancing in public. Oh me, oh Life! How I strive to be a wallflower, but Walt Whitman won’t let me. Yes I will blame it on him and then I will not have to

Peach is by far my favorite flavor. Song, Steve Miller, peach shaved ice at Liberty Land this summer and I was happy. He had tiger’s blood and the roller coaster was an exhilarating memory. Termites. Ha! I want another one. Balloon tied to my rear view mirror. Was that then? Doesn’t matter.

I wish he’d stop calling. He keeps calling and I answer. I am not 14 anymore. You taste like smoke and I hate hair gel. Stop calling.

So here we go.


“You sing like a flute.”

Thank you. Corner to corner, please follow suit. Smile.



If I was to kill myself right now I wouldn’t even though I am now 14 again and want to kill myself. Shoulder length hair. Toe nails painted black. Should I cut it off? No. I look better this way. Barbie?


NO NOT AGAIN.

Sometimes the thought of someone is your mind playing tricks on you. Sometimes you must force yourself to breathe when your stomach knots and twists and your chest fills and stops. And I’ve stopped and curled and my body is playing tricks on me. Coke? No. Hey, don’t look at me.
Triangles begin to make my eyes burn. Jumping rope makes me feel like this: pathetic and frustrated and ready to demolish and break. Broken loser. No one wants a lousy sense of humor and self-loathing hatred.
My hair is dirty from blowing in the wind. I feel sick and disgusting like a carpet stain. Repulsive. What am I talking about? I AM FINE. Corners, I’m funny.
Sometimes the words of someone play tricks on you. Your paranoia comforts you by pointing the finger elsewhere. It doesn’t work for me. Why isn’t my finger funny? Why are my attempts not recognized? Goddamn it don’t look at me.
I can take that curve at 55. Fuck the goddamn recommendation! Fuck goddamn nausea. I refuse! I REFUSE!
Money- ooos and ahhs and concepts of capitalism. The raspberry candy cane colors my tongue and sugar coats the world. Cheap is good and I feel wealthy. A dime. Hah! Circus peanuts are like settling for less, even if they cost more. I can afford both. I can smile too, after I lick the candy cane. I bite and break and consume and it is gone and I have no more wealth.

When there is no paper, you settle for plastic.

No paper in the cave. Only rock. My cuts and bruises feel good. Five and a half hours of dark and a nap in the front seat lead me to a cigarette scented room. Floral patterns. Crsipy chicken salad. Needs almonds.
Barry Manilow goes on forever and so will I if I only consume 1400 calories a day. Maybe. Maybe I could. I won’t.



Marlon Brando died.

KERRY

I had a good day today. School was pretty easy and I made the fall musical. wahoo! i was pretty sure I would anyway though. we have our first rehersal thursday after school. should be fun to meet everyone. anyhoo after i checked the board molls, me and sam went down to the democratic headquaters and got yard signs and bumper stickers. in the parking lot this middle age guy started talking politics with us and how he thought it was great and important that we were getting involved at such a yound age. apparently his daughter is a freshman at wshs named sally, but i dont know her. then we took sam home and went over to mollys to work on thespy signs. we made like 50 gazillion. twas totally fun though. they are all cute and funny and im excited to post them tomorrow. its for the club fair, which we are having in replace of club videos this year. i think it is probably a good idea, though we went a bit over board on the amount of posters we needed probably. we went to kinkos and finished up then went to aerins to chill and cheer her up. robbie and aerin are stilling not on good terms and she seems kind of depressed. ive been really happy lately. junior year is kicking ass. oh except for i am no longer talking to blake. he pisses me off so much just because whenever i do anything that isnt soley devoted to pleasing him he turns it around on me like im a bad friend. really it is the complete opposite and he takes advantage of me and doesnt respect our friendship. friendship does not mean compromising yourself for your friend, especially if they would never do the same thing for you. fuck him. ok so any way i am happy and i am now leaving you to go watch the end of cold mountain and try and study for music theory.

s

crow

no silly,
not crow as in peter pan, crow as in incubus' a crow left of the murder. as in me, FRONT ROW CENTER on the bar to see brandon boyd himself, not to mention a superb opener by mr. kweller. here's how it went

half day because of the fair, so 11:15 roles around and we are fucking out of there. except for a good thespy meeting about inductions. twas a good turn out. anyway, then molls and I took sam and a friend home, went to mollys to change and get the tickets then sped to sonic for a quick lunch. so we get to the pyramid by 1 and have found the correct entrance by 1:15. We are the 5 and 6th people there, and a couple more soon follow. We hobnob and quickly bond and other fun stuff with people from arkansas and mississppi. hillary and jennifer show up with cool decorated undies to throw on stage. about 4 tons of people start flocking, but the doors dont open till a bit after 6. we finally get in, and i blot for the front row, which i get, but my right calf starts spasming from runnign in heels. screw that though, cause and hour and a half later kweller opens with a killer show, dressed in all denim, a good variety of songs, and a folky version of ice ice baby. Inucbus takes the stage a little while after kweller and I am screaming my head off. soo much fun, great songs and stuff. band sounds great live. hilty decides it is time to throw some panties, she does and they land right at brandons feet!!!! he picks them up and puts them in his pocket. at this point i am freaking out. then hillary throws a pair, he catches them and stuffs them into his pants. we are all freaking and then, i know you wont believe me but its sooo fucking true, he steps down into the security pin on top of a box while eisenger does a solo and asks whose underwear it was. we are all pointing at jen. he smiles and stuff and climbs back up on stage and takes a seat on an amp directly in front of me. im so excited and hes just looking down at the crowd and everyone is reaching out and screaming and i started dancing around and bowing to him with that little hand twirl thing and he laughs at me! i feel as if i have a connection with him now. after the show i caught a set list. and not a fake photo copy one, but one with actual tape on it. that proves its authenticity. so good stuff.


Isn't it strange that a gift could be an enemy?
Isn't it wierd that a privilege coule feel like a chore?
Maybe it's me but this line isn't going anywhere,
maybe if we looked hard enough, we could find a backdoor.
(Find yourself a backdoor.)
I see you in a line, dragging you feet you have my sympathy.
The day you were born, you were born free.
That is your privilege.
Isn't it strange that the man standing in front of me
doesn't have a clue why he's waiting, or what he's waiting for?



If I was a very ordinary every-day thing I'd never be heard, Cock-a-doodling round like a bird. So, naturally, When I discover the cleverness of a remarkable me, How can I hide it when deep down inside it just tickles me so, That I gotta let go
And crow!

6 weeks down

Well folks, we have sucessfully completed the first six weeks of school. Junior year is now 1/6 complete. Other completion statistics could be given, but that could be repetative.

So yesterday in English class I said "pissed off" and Wexler flipped out. I was really worried she was going to hate me, but after class when I went to apologize she had some how managed to construe the situation as being Sanjeev's fault, which it totally wasn't, but oh well. I think she likes me a lot, so I guess that got me out of it. She claims we'll get grade sheets tomorrow, but I doubt it. We haven't gotten anything back all year, not even scantrons. I hope I have an A.

Physics- 87
Music Theory- probably a C
Economics- 95
Algebra 2- 90
English- ?
German 2- 94

All in all a good report card. I tried out for the musical today with Blake. He pisses me off soo much sometimes. Right before it was our turn he almost quit on me cause he thought we weren't good, which we weren't, but still. We know we made it cause only like 6 people including us auditioned. We sang suddenly seymour. He started too high and then I started to low and at the last note, we both started laughing because we knew we wouldn't be able to hit it. Everyone was complimenting Blake's voice. He does have a good one, but I just felt like I had brought him down. Ms. Jackson and Regan were both cool about it though and made us feel like we had potential.

I am in desperate search for a job. I need money to pay for things, and I'd also like to save up so maybe Rachel Corr and I can go to Germany and Poland this Spring Break. I've applied to Taco Bell, Quiznos, and Bed Bath and Beyond. Today I picked up an application from the Village Toymaker, so we'll see. I want to start soon.

This weekend is INCUBUS AND BEN fucking KWELLER! I am sooooo pumped. Molly and I plan on having a brief Thespy meeting after school Friday (which is a hlaf day) changing clothes, going to get her check cashed, then busting a move on down to the Pyramid so we can get front and center. The fair can wait until Sunday. Of course I have no clue how I am going to get into the fair considering I have NO money. Guess I'll have to do yard work. Darn it I need a job. I'm really all that excited about the fair truthfully, I mean I want to go, but I could go either way. Any hoo...

I started making quizes at memegen.com com. Here is an example:

Your Future by LinoleumGRRRL
Name
astological sign
home town
you'll live	Seatle
you'll marry	your Uncle John
you'll have this many kids	316
you'll make this much a year	54,529,843,908
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love you for reading this,
S

Yola Tiwanda

Hello world! My name is Sunny Franklin and I woke up on the right side of the bed this morning. Today has been only fair but I feel a profound sense of calm satisfaction and that is more than I usually get. Nothing much happening in the world of me, but Chelsea got a bf this weekend. Mr. James Williams, Joseph's cousin. Good guy, I approve. LONG ASS WEEKEND

Friday after school Chels, Blake and I went out for Chinese, that night I went to the WSHS football game at Houston with Karolina. We beat those Mustang's tail's real good. Matt called on the way home and him, Hannah and Blake came and spent the night. PARTY! - Actually I feel asleep like and hour after they showed up -
Saturday we went to Chickfila for breakfast then I took Sam to drums and called my friend Aditi who lives in Texas. Hadn't talked to her in months, so that was nice. Went to guitar and piano as usual. That night I went to a birthday party for our family friend Scotty and then to see Without a Pattle with Molls. GREAT ASS MOVIE, Mathew Lillard I will have your children. Apparently Bruce is doing a movie with Dax Shepard and he is a serioud actor, who'd have known? Sunday we had a family party at Darin and Kristin's. Twas fun. Then I picked Molly up from work to go to Liberty Land. We saw Zach, Shaka, and Modechai at Blockbuster. Blake and Matt met us at the park and we had a great time riding rides and stuff. Afterwards, Molly and I went to Target, and I applied for a job. We called Zach to come hang out, but he was busy. But when we got to my house around 11:30 (after taco bell and some aimless driving) who should call but Shaka. So, we met him up at the park with tons of friends. He was nothing like he seemed online. Much nicer and stuff. Some of his friends were shady but you know it was late and they were drunk. Monday Hannah and some music theory people came over to do a priject. Then Hannah and I chilled with Mabry for a little before Sam, Molly, and I went to see Napolean Dynamite! Great film too I might add. Then I came home and played the Sims and went to school today.

Just finished watching That Thing You Do on tv. Still one of my all time favorite movies. The Oneders. haha. Oh that Tom Everett Scott I will have your babies gladly too.

Well I hope you all have had a deliteful weekend and a continuably enjoyable 4 day week. Catch ya in the fly


Sunny

P.S. I just made catch you in the fly right now but I think we should all start saying it.

so

So today is the 4th Tuesday we have been in school. I am now a junior and havent posted in forever. I felt radiant today though, so I feel the need to share this with the world. I guess i just woke up on the right side of the bed this morning, but I think Ashlee Simpsons autobiography gets me pumped up. So in the morning Karolina said I looked cute, and I felt cute, and classes were short thanks to class officer elections. I spent most of my classes day dreaming off to some world where I was much happier, but then I remembered that today was a good day, so by Wexler, I fell asleep. It didn't matter though. I paid great attention in German and I think I now understand some of the grammer....

More interesting topics now. Boys. New prospect, maybe. Sophomore, really hott, but only 15. Molly and I talked it over and decided we dont know him well enough to make a decision or not, but i am trying to amend that.

BAD THING happened today though. Unintentionally though. I was walking into lunch with a scowl on my face cause Jeff Wagner through paper at me and I quickly glanced to the side (still glaring) and didnt realize who I saw until I turned away. Kevin Rodgers and I had glared at him and not said a word. :( Hope he doesnt think I hate him. But I dont think he likes me too much so oh well.

Blake and I are in another fight cause of no stupid reason and he won't answer the phone when I call. Argh. Fucking pisses me off. I mean I feel like he doenst respect me or even contribute to our friendship. Its like completely one sided minus the occasional times he'll pat my shoulder in the hall and tell me we need to hang out more. Other than that its him calling me complaining about how much school work he has when I told him last year that 3 and a half AP classes were too much to handle and still allow yourself a life. I wanted to talk to Chelsea at lunch but she wasnt there. We are becoming a lot closer. It's nice. I feel like for oncee out of the 4 or 5 years I have known her that we have really connected or something like that. Shes like me in the way that shes sort of down but up at the same time. I know you have no clue what I mean, but I do and thats all that matters.

OO. Just reminded me when he got online. That Chaka fellow. Def ruling him out. Talked to him yesterday about how I met his two friends (hott ones too) and he talked for a while but I dont think there is anything there, and Molls said she got to know him more and thinks he has certain asshole potential. His friends were cute though. Saw them at Starbucks a few weeks ago. This one guy Modechai: red hair, blue eyes (my type right) Israeli, but I cant really see us getting along. But his friend Daniel who was tall and kind of cute seemed really cool. Too bad Molly and our connection Zach dont have anything going on anymore.

Now I feel boy obsessed for talking about all this random stuff for 20 minutes so bye.

JACKMAN

Yesterday was Friday. This is always a good thing. Always. School was blah as usual and was the final last day for any senior. No more Aerin. No more "Harry". Ever. Moving on, that night Hillary and I had a joyous time viewing VanHelsing for $3 at the Palace Cinema. Afterward we took Molly out on break to Taco Bell, then Hills and I traveled back to her house so she could use her breathing machine. What fun. Today is Saturday. This morning I woke up quite early to prepare for my niece Becca's graduation from Rhodes. It was a lovely ceremony, and I sped Eastward to change and grab my guitar. I am pulling out of the driveway and I suddenly get a call from Aerin requesting tuna fish. After strategically picking up Molly from her busy White Station house, we made our way to Kroger. Tuna: check. We were at Aerin's for the end of the year Speech and Drama party. For the first hour or so not many people were there. Eventually more came and I got to say a well earned goodbye to some of my favorite seniors including Jenny Fitts and Kristen Herrada. I was forced to leave early to go to a guitar lesson. It was a good one though. I introduced Eddie to the Foo Fighters and he was quite impressed. Currently I am waiting for Blake to pick me up and take me a' ad selling. He is on Yearbook staff for next year and must have a certain number presold by Monday. Oh! I almost forgot. In Aerin's yearbook I signed a sincere sweet little note commenting on how much I loved her, and how high school would never be the same again. I ended it with a P.S. jizmopper. This truly Freak Engine phrase sums up our friendship and so I will leave you with this, in tribute to our new Tiger High freshman.

More and More Rain

Coming home from school today down Poplar was pure and utter hell. It was pouring so fiercely that I could barely see out of the window, even with the wipers going full speed. I some how made it home safely though. Only an hour later I was off again to Rachel Edleman's house for a good old fashion indoor Facing History cookout. It was supposedly a goodbye get-together for senior, although only one showed (Miss Olivia Hine). Mostly freshman were there, a few juniors, and I was the only sophomore for over an hour, until Alison Newman graced us with her presence. Karolina and I chatted about the announcements which was good to have out of the way. Rachel's father cooked us burgers on the grill, and after the rain stopped we went outside on the deck. I forgot to mention that Rachel lives directly next door to my sister Lynny. I explained the always fun story of how Laylee is my niece, and then we moved on to more interesting topics (i.e. Greg Burhnam and Jackie Douglas: Rachel claims Jackie does like him, while Karolina, Jackie's best friend isn't as sure.) Although I was having fun, I decided to leave a good 15 minutes early to make sure I was home long enough to give myself time not to do my homework. Today was positively the worst school day ever. It was long, boring, hard, and worst of all, I was unprepared for almost every class. I did get some quality locker cleaning in during Biology though. It's right next to Ms. Tate's door, so she was cool with it all. Last night I took Jason home again and didn't really get lost. I was very proud of myself. I saw Molly's prom pictures today. She looked SO beautiful! Kevin Rodgers and Lindsey Caldwell looked short and sweaty, and Emily Spangler looked perfect as usually next to an ecstatic looking Joseph Williams. Davis and Lindy looked warm (and probably drunk) but happy. Hopefully next year I will be there with a handsome date dancing the night away with all my peers. I refuse to go alone though. I would feel like such a loser. I would go with a group of friends though. Speaking of friends, Blake is still convinced Ms. Reagan hates him. I am beginning to think he is right. She might hate me too! I still haven't told her that I have chosen to be a Thespian officer though. Dreading it, but waiting until the inductions this Saturday at the party, probably won't make her any more happy. Oh well. Tata for now -S

Rain

It is raining outside as I sit and type this. Jason is in my back yard doing yard work for my mother in the rain. We now have seven days of school left. ARGH!!! I am ooh so ready, as I know all of you are. Today we had an awards program. I won an excellence in performing arts award, or something to that effect. It was photo copied! Not even a real certificate, but I don't really mind. Russell was sad that none of the techies got any. He and Hannah skipped school yesterday apparently. They went to some ghetto girls house and smoked out. I am much much to chicken to skip school. I am definitely the type of person who gets caught. Hannah also called Leslie Little a slut today, which she might be, but it struck me as harsh and uncalled for. They weren't even near each other, as in Hannah went out of her way to insult her. Oh well. I woke up late this morning which really got things started on a bad foot. 6:40! I couldn't believe it. I had no time to take a shower, so I felt (and probably looked) disgusting all day. During the announcements Aerin told me her Saab blew up! Apparently the battery exploded. I'm thankful no one got hurt but it is kind of cool that now she gets to drive her mom's convertible. This wasn't her last day (she has to take some exams) however I'd like to take this moment to "tip my hat" to Rachael Strickland for being an amazing actress and producer, and never really seeming to like me that much. But no matter what troupe 1581 will miss her, seeing as how today was her last at WSHS. In Whitehead we watched Mr. Bean movies and I wanted to puke. Eventually I found myself mildly amused though. I tried to write in my little book that is black and has lyrics and poems and thoughts in it, but I was completely blank. I have been for a while. I haven't written a song in over two months. Things just haven't been very inspiring. I have to give myself some credit though. The last song I did write is an absolute masterpiece. My best musically yet, and not to shabby with the lyrics either. I am hearing rumors about Jackie Douglas and Greg Burhnam possibly hooking up. I think that it would be sweet, especially cause Greg is such a nice guy, but Jackie's little sister Katie (a freshman in my biology class) doesn't think this is likely. She claims her sister leads him on and is slightly annoyed by him. I saw them together with Whitney Camp and Evan Williams at Edo last Friday night though. I was there with Blake and Matt. Not much else to say. -S (P.S. Special thanks to Brett Hanover for the use of his photo of Hannah from his merchandise store "Brett and The Collective Boards of Education", which you can visit at http://www.cafeshops.com/bandthecbsofe. I highly recommend this humorous, yet pricey site.)

Welkommen!

Wow. It has been a long time sense I have had a blog. Two years to be exact. I just read over my old one, and it was really nice to have something to preserve memories from. I hope I will stay up to date with this. Tomorrow is the last day of school for seniors not taking exams. Unfortunately I am only a sophomore so this won't effect me much. However, my crush this semester (we call him Harry) will depart forever at 2:15 and hopefully never venture into my obsessive little mind again. Also, once the seniors are gone I will officially be an announcement staff producer! How cool is that? Very much so I think. Next year I will basically have to take orders from Karolina cause she is the boss, eldest, and been there longest; But my senior year I will be in control and can make things really cool and entertaining. I am more ready for summer than I am for next year though. I am trying to get through these last 10 days or so without failing and then I will be free! Today is May 11th. May 21 is our last day of school. It isn't that I plan on doing anything very fun this summer, but I still won't be in school. I got my drivers license almost three weeks ago so I will have plenty of freedom and opportunities this summer when I am not being forced to take drivers ed, get my wisdom teeth removed, or do volunteer work by my mother. I will also have to be doing AP work but maybe it won't be too bad. I haven't even read the assignment. Tonight I have discovered that I am a very needy and irritable, yet observant person. I guess it is good to understand yourself, but I just wish things in my life could being going differently. Maybe going somewhere instead of no where. There is literally nothing about my current reality that is really improving. I take that back. My music collection has an important addition as of yesterday. I bought The Foo Fighter's Color and the Shape. It is simply amazing. For any of you interested in the last months of my 8th grade year visit my old blog at http://wtfkenneth.blogspot.com.