I really want to start one. Know what that is? it's when like, a huge group of people all gather in one place and do the same thing. like, a bang off or something. anyway, they all act like nothing's wrong, then all start doing the same thing and everyone else is all "waddafuck? huh?"

i'm thinking, NOT a bangoff. just because it's been done before. maybe a dance routine?? haha that'd be hilarious, stand in the street and break into a random number from RENT or something. like, out of a musical.
hmmm ideas

anyway, me and some friends are starting a minibusiness. i'm excited. SO excited. i'm procrastinating on my homework RIGHT now BYE.

At the moment, I am writing a paper on society's role on pressuring characters to disguise their flaws in the Merchant of Venice. Coincidentally, I am listening to Eddie Vedder's Society, which goes something like

"society, have mercy on me
I hope you're not angry if I disagree
society, crazy and deep
I hope you're not lonely without me"

(btw I highly suggest buying his CD.)

Last night, Mikela and I were thinking about how desperate people are to be noticed, to be remembered. Is this a crime? People often mock us for trying to stand out, to have our own ideas and think differently. But isn't it merely HUMAN to crave attention? To be seen as an individual?
I enjoy making people happy, and spreading happiness in those small little ways. Like, tucking a good fortune in a book at the library or paying the parking meter for someone's whose has expired. It makes me feel so closer to the world. And we want to start a guerilla art movement to get our point across. Even though so much has been done before, what could we do? I dont want suggestions, I want inspiration. I want an epiphany, because I need something innovative and novel. 

You know, if i told peopel at my school we were doing this shit, they'd be like "why?" The other day, I was talking about this cool ex-photography professor/record store owner (i've mentioned him in the previous entry) and how he had all these awesome records and good music, and someone was like, "what YOU consider good music" and I realized how far ahead we are. Like, we're not on an average high school level. We developed early, like those freaky boobalicious 6th graders you sometimes encounter. We're so awkward in this setting, but I bet come college, we'll fit in nicely. Not to fit in. Just to...yknow, have people that appreciate what we do. Because sometimes I feel SO cool, and realize no one else thinks so because they just think differently.

Whatever. To each his own. except Katie Jacobs.

THOUGHT D'JOUR!!!!!
What if at any given second, the world can freeze? And we resume motion without even knowing we've been frozen in place for any indefinite period of time.

amen. i'm going to find spaghetti.

Really.
Saturday Night, a FUCKING migraine, and a "oh hey, sorry, you cant go to the volleyball game tonight because it might be dangerous, even though we usually let you run loose in inner-city Baltimore" when i really just wanted to see my boyfriend.

boyfriend?
ex-boyfriend.
current victim.
(that was mean)

But anyways. to start off with a bang (no intellectually stimulating pun relating to the creation of the universe, which metaphorically is similar to this entry), i'd like to discuss JUGHEAD JONES.

Jughead Jones is my indie IDOL. so I have decided.
years and years of reading Archie comics and honestly, I love him the most.
The beanie. The "S" shirt. the girl jeans. The appetite.The ability to time-travel.
Is that NOT Jeff Magnum to the core?
well, it's definitely me to the core.

Not to mention he is a pothead.
I swear that beanie is made of hemp, no wonder the boy is smiling so much. and depressed once he looses it. (though why/how he would smoke his hat is a mystery)
and an absurb case of the munchies. Though I understand it's not only a craving for food, but a passion.
and the eyes half shut all the time?
yes, this boy is the model indie rastafarian.
oh maan, and his dog HOT DOG? modern-day rastafarian canine american.

I shoul've been him for halloween. I hate that. I always think of the best ideas the DAY after. It's like when someone insults you and you think of the perfect thing to say....AFTER they kicked you in the crotch.

So what do I do now?