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HOW TO RIDE A BICYCLE UPSIDE

My best friend never learned how to ride when she was a tot, so today I put Leanna on my old 20" Mongoose Hoop D (no biggy, or anything) and wheeled her out to the hill on my suburban street where I proceeded to hold her while she put her feet up and then pushed her down it (letting go, of course). Just to make sure she didn't die, I ran beside her, barefoot, and told her how to steer.

GET IT, OBAMA

"Our friends down in Tampa, at the Republican Convention, were more than happy to talk about everything they think is wrong with America, but they didn't have much to say about how they'd make it right. They want your vote but they don't want you to know their plan, and that's because all they have to offer are the same prescriptions they've had for the last thirty years. Have a surplus? Try a tax cut. Deficit too high? Try another. Feel a cold coming on? Take two tax cuts, roll back some regulations, and call us in the morning."
- Barack Obama, President of the God damned United States

LANNA BANANA!

I feel like being nice today, so I'm showing the world how gorgeous Leanna is. BESTIES!

STRANGE FRUIT

Today in English, we went to this assembly on racism. The speaker was a young man, presumably a teacher's husband, and the first thing he did was sing Strange Fruit and discuss what it was written about. I don't know if you guys know what "lynching" is, but it's the "extrajudicial execution of a population of people". He talked about how the Civil War ended over a hundred years ago, and how the Civil Rights Movement was fifty years, and how racism never ended and probably never will end. He also got into the fact that Civil War actually made racism WORSE, which is completely true.

UGH

My Music Theory teacher gave us all dates on which we're supposed to bring in a specific song for the class to write about, and I got October 9th. The song I intially picked was Mark David Chapman. Those lyrics are deep, and wonderful. Unfortunately, it's not school appropriate. Actually, I can't bring in MSI at all...Instead, I'll probably bring in some DIOYY or something. Maybe something like 2NE1?
Maybe...

IT'S JUST ONE OF THOSE NIGHTS

Where I wanna listen to Pretty Handsome Awkward and mosh.
YOU LOOK PRETTY LOOWW
VERY HANDSOME
AWKWARD!
*one person pit*
PRETTY LOW!

HOMO-CUMMING

Since neither Shekinah nor I have dates for Homecoming, we're going together. And instead of wearing my new dress, I'm wearing Leanna's old red dress that hugs my boobs just right and comes to about mid-thigh. I'm pairing that with a pair of her signature platform leather combat boots and ringlet curls. Shin and I are even making a date out of it (not like a date date, though)! She's taking me out for Chinese first (I'm paying for hers <3, lol), and her mom with cart us to the dance after. It's all very taboo. Ya know, two friends going on a lesbian date. The nerve of us!

BOOK LIST

I'm currently forty pages away from the end of The Perks of Being A Wallflower. This book is everything I have ever thought, said, or meant to say. Please read it. All of you. Along with the books listed in it. Take the time to analyze them and talk about them and enjoy them. I doubt you guys will, but just for fun. Mostly, I feel like italicizing things today.
The Great Gatsby, by F. Scott Fitzgerald
The Catcher in the Rye, by J.D. Salinger
To Kill a Mockingbird, by Harper Lee
Hamlet, by William Shakespeare
The Stranger, by Albert Camus
The Fountainhead, by Ayn Rand
This Side of Paradise, by

I Love People Sometimes...

Today, my best friend's mom took us to the Bethalto Homecoming, which is a carnival. About three hours in, Leanna and I got on the Pharaoh's Fury, this really unsafe boat swing covered in duct tape. We sat at the very back and looked across to see a guy with a huge afro wearing a headband and every time his side went up, he pushed himself against the lap bar and did the crazy white girl dance.
I wanna party with him.

THE PERKS OF BEING A WALLFLOWER

There's always something so great about being with your friends, like the way Leanna's bright red hair looks in the light, or maybe the notes you can't quite hit, or the small door that becomes the object of a private joke. You haven't lived until you've experienced a night like I just had. I convinced Leanna that we should go to Ariyah, where we sat up all night with her, Forrest, Anthony, Nathan, and Ricky. We watched Rocky Horror Picture Show and sang along, we drank but didn't get drunk, we sat in the dark and imagined different scenarios. It might sound dumb to you, but I felt infinite.

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