<p>As far as style goes, Faulkner is one of my favorites, even though his books tend to drag on. Flannery O’Connor is good, too. Those few Southerners who learn to write are pretty good at it.</p>
<p>I read a Flannery O’Connor short story the other day and I really liked it. But it was in my lit book, and all the accompanying notes talked about how it was a typical O’Connor work, with a huge Gothic overtone, and I didn’t get that at all.</p>
<p>I hate that I don’t have time to read anymore. It makes me so sad. I used to read like 6-7 books a month, at least, and now I hardly manage to read a non-school book in three months. I started Brave New World in August and I haven’t finished it yet because so much stuff came up. Ridiculous.</p>
<p>Silly work.</p>
<p>When I grow up I’m naming my house the Roar Shack.</p>
<p>It’s much easier when you don’t actually do school work anymore.</p>
<p>It’s shocking how little my grades have dropped, when I’m giving about 10% of my previous effort. I probably worked too hard the last three-and-a-half years.</p>
<p>The first thing I thought of when I read that was Howard Roark. No, not the silly inkblots. Howard Roark.</p>
<p>Last year I started to slack off toward the end of the year and my grades increased. It’s so weird. This year, I can’t afford to do that.</p>
<p>I never had to do much of anything, really. Sure, I had nights with four hours of homework, and a few weekends here and there were devoted entirely to work and school, but I managed. In retrospect, doing newspaper/yearbook was a big mistake. As much as I hated speech, I’m glad I took it. Computer Science was a waste last year. And I should have self-studied AP Micro and Macro.</p>
<p>I still need to see if I can get out of those silly remedial courses in econ…</p>
<p>Envirothon madness. I just started studying and it’s tomorrow.</p>
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<p>Hate .</p>
<p>Ooh conflict.</p>
<p>Chicago’s version of Nuit Blanche has been deemed insufficient. Looptopia? Puhleeze.</p>
<p>I have to do stuff. Maybe.</p>
<p>Wait. They don’t love you like I love you.</p>
<p>I still don’t know what that song is about.</p>
<p>I think I read that it’s about her boyfriend moving for a job.</p>
<p>I looked it up. And yes. I listen to it too much.</p>
<p>Freudian, I say.</p>
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<p>That totally looks like a poem by Ogden Nash.</p>
<p>My math teacher, who is a tall, jovial, slightly overweight Haitian man, came into class today singing Hey Jude.</p>
<p>Also, I came to a horrible realization today. “Emo/scene” and sort of “hipster” will be the characteristic “looks” of our generation. I doubt either will exist in the future, and neither existed in the past. Why. </p>
<p>We will talk to our children about how it was “in” to be emo when we were in high school.</p>
<p>What is wrong with the world.</p>
<p>That’s not in at all in my area. But then again, there are girls here whose religions don’t allow them to wear bright colors or pants.</p>
<p>My brother is an ignorant conservative. His church friends took over his brain. It’s quite sad.</p>
<p>I saw a girl wearing a headband today. </p>
<p>It was never ‘in’ to be emo here. Because emos are “pussies” – direct quote, or so they tell me. And most people I know don’t label hipsters hip. Just slightly lame, annoying people who read too much Seventeen. But I digress.</p>
<p>I wish I had a tall, jovial, slightly overweight Haitian math teacher.</p>
<p>Yeah. My chemistry teacher is a tall, skinny, extremely intelligent Buddhist from France. (He isn’t Asian.)</p>
<p>And my bio teacher is a flamboyant, balding gay man.</p>
<p>Don’t you wish you went to my school.</p>
<p>Hipsters here are basically indistinguishable from the normal population in that they are the normal population.</p>
<p>You live in a weird place, is all.</p>
<p>All of my teachers are WASPs. Imagine that.</p>
<p>I’ve really only seen a select few of these hipsters. Canadian, you could be like the woman I read about in the newspaper. She was born in Toronto, but she moved to Hicksville, Ohio.</p>