Virginia?

My musings for today.

Virginia is a friend of mine. Guess where she lives? VT. Yep, her parents named her after a state. A state they love. Apparently her dad has been looking for a job down there forever. Well he got one, and now she's moving. To Virginia. 

Those are the facts, now for an extrapolation. I understand parents love things other than their kids. Who could blame them? But when you try to press that love onto your kids, it creates issues. Sure, you love flowers, but don't name your kid Crysanthemum. That's NOT cool. Are kids who are raised to be like their parents missing out on a big part of themselves? If they identify themselves as their parents, then who are they? 

I dunno. I'm just wondering really. Is it cool to name your kid Virginia? What if instead of parents provided their kids names at birth, they provided jobs? Instead of being named "John", they dub you, "Bus Driver." And you grow up to drive buses. It's the same kind of thing. Parents exist to take away choices kids have to make. Fact. Don't try to argue that. Can babies choose whether or not to eat? Parents choose for them. What's your religion? Parents choose. Parents choose whether or not you are "too young". That's their job, I'm not knocking it, I think it's necessary.

Anyways...I'm interested in your thoughts. Whatchoo think 'bout Parents and Names and Love?

Early Mornin' Blues

Good morning. I know if I write this, I'll be late for school, but who cares, yeah?

I don't even have anything to say, but I think it's important to pretend. For me, one of the best parts of being a thinking individual is pretend you have something to say. Now, don't get me wrong, we aren't pretending just to grab attention and laughter. But rather, as humans, we need to be constantly striving to think about things in new and different ways. Otherwise life would get boring quick.

Anyways...I have to go argue with my English teacher now. Peace m'crew.

Bad Weather Friends

Good Evening Faithful followers. All 2 of you.

You've all heard the expression a fair weather friend. Y'know, the guy who's there to eat your food when you come back from McDonalds. The man who will sit by your side and happily let you pay for his Denny's bill. The man who won't back down, even when you're the most popular kid in school. Yep, those are fair weather friends. Gotta love 'em. 

But if those exist, then the opposite must too. As a matter of fact, I know they do. Yeah, I'm talking about foul weather friends. The people who get called at 2am when you're crying because your boyfriend left you. The people who pick you up when you're walking in the rain 'cause you locked your keys in your car. The ones there to take the fall with you when you get cut from the basketball team 'cause your skinny little butt ain't got ups. 

Sometimes, I feel like a foul weather friend. I felt bad at first, feeling like I was only wanted because I dared to listen for one minute.  Only asked to hang out to fill the whole their girlfriend left in their hearts. But then I removed myself from the situation, looked down from higher ground, and realized I have it good. 

A foul weather friend is infinitely better than a fair weather friend in my mind. At least they care when it counts. So please, all you people moochin' off your "best friend"'s credit card...I hope you stick it out when the bill shows up.

Foul Weather Friends FOREVER! [FWFF?]

A shawty.

I'm so tired. You have NO idea.

Not just my mind, but my body too.

Where's a vacation? Maybe I'll just take a sick day. But then I'll fall behind. Run Zak Run, it's time for school.

Speaking of which, presented a project for English. People liked it. Why? Because it had a dirty part. I rhymed the word Duck with the word...Kiss...because I was in class. 

People like dirty things so much more than they like clever things...Why is that?

We are not the same.

I am a martian. 

Flat out lie. This is just turning into an angry blog, but whatever. 

Today, my peeve takes on a wonderful form. I'm not happy with different people. In humanites, we were discussing how we should accept disagreement and negative capability and such. Of course, EVERYONE agreed with this. Why wouldn't they, only an idiot would support censorship. Naturally, being the Devil's #1 lawyer, I advocated censorship.

OH NO!

Anyways, what if society got so wrapped up in allowing for disagreement that the only way to fulfill this disagreement was to disagree with free speech. Ooh, woah. That's even scarier than a world where everyone agrees. A world where everyone is SO agreeable that you have to be disagreeable to be different. 

I don't understand anything I just said.

Anyways, I prefer the world the way it is now. I think it's cool to be against censorship. It's actually just cool to be against things.

Down with everything!

People.

Screw you. I don't like people anymore.

Just kidding sorta. I love people. But GOD are they annoying sometimes. Like when someone listens to you without saying anything and you just think they're plain dumb. Or when someone bites someone else then flat out denies it. 

Actually. It's just lying children who run around undisciplined that annoy me. But I guess I'm at no place to say how to raise kids because I certainly haven't raised any yet. Talk to me in 20 years, and then I'll give you some tips. I can imagine they'll be something like this.

1. Don't play sudoku instead of watching your kids

2. Intercept the children before they cause your spouse to explode.

3. If you hit them when they don't answer you the first time, answer them the first time.

Basically, don't be a hypocrite. That part applies for all people, Children-Raisers and normal kind. Practice what you preach, and if you don't preach, stand up for yourself and practice what you preach after that. TRUTH is a bit more important than FEELINGS.

Hurkles, The Musical.

So, Today was the play's first rehearsal! I'm super psyched! We have a bunch of talented people in it, and that's always good. And they're all wonderfully spectacular people. I'm excited to work with them and see how it turns out. See, that's the thing about talent. If you group a lot of it together, it doesn't always mean that the final product will be a direct portrayal of that talent. 

With Great Talent, Comes Great Stubborn-ness. 

I guess if you spend your whole life being told how good you are, you start thinking you're the cat's pajama's. Which you clearly aren't. Yet another case of where sometimes praises can go too far. But I suppose everything can go too far if you aren't careful. That's what supervisor's are for. People say that they don't do any work. You know how hard it is to deal with 25 people who are all superstars and get them to work together on a giant vision. Only the artist knows what the final portrait looks like. 

Point: If this play sucks, it's because of bad management as opposed to talent. Well, here goes nothing.

WOW! It's been so long!

I've missed you! I've just been really busy what with the One Acts Plays and all. Good news, we're going to States! And I won an acting award, which is a bit bogus considering I'm a small role. "Zak Jenkins acting in the role of Juror #11." I don't even have a NAME! Whatever, that's life. Anyways, I just finished up the cast list for Hercules. Something tells me this play is gonna be really good if we get people to focus and get psyched up. But I'm about to pass out from exhaustion now...so...there is NO creativity falling from my fingertips. Just messy messy stuffs. If I practice enough I'll get better. Promise.

Mrs. Leclair. Seriously. Why you gotta be like that?

So today in English we received our Free-Writes back. We had watched a movie, then done a project illustrating a certain human quality as it relates to the movie. Then we were asked to free write a paragraph on this quality. I did indeed. A whole page actually. And receieved a zerpo. A big blue zero with the words, "Please Waste Someone Else's Time." Scrawled on it. Well dang. I know it was mostly stream of consciousness writing...but geez, people wrote 1-2 sentences and recieved check minuses. I didn't even get that much. So...hereafter follows my rant on equality. Much love to Sammie Hills and Nick Ganyeaux for being in my group and putting up with me. P.S. I'm not really sexist...but my display of blatant sexism probably aided my zero. So here it is.

We chose to illustrate the equality of death by having a painting of a painting of a...landscape. It's pretty. Pretty equal, that is. And our group is equal too, even though one of us is a girl. We're so beyond sexist ideals. I mean, seriously, it's the 21st century. Me and th other guy are really good at art, but we had the girl paint it to feel equal. Since she can't think of ideas, the males did the rest of the work. Our group won America's Best Dance Crew in -07. We're fly like that. Belieeeve it. Maybe I should start a blog. This is relaxing, to just write. Gives my subconscious a chance to be equal with the rest of myself, y'know? Our group invented the vacuum cleaner. Have I mentioned that we're equal? Who decided that an =D looked like a smiley face. Seriously, it's half of a math equation, and a really simple one too. Like...3rd grade math. d=D sometimes. Now he's wearing a baseball cap. Darn creativity. Equalities look like eyes. Same thing, right? This is not really addressing the prompt...is it?

Anyways... looking back on that piece...I probably deserved a zero. Well...actually. I deserved a 30. For effort, yeah?

A short one.

Yeah. I'm tired. Loooong day. I'm part of a play that's performing on Thursday and guess what? We aren't nearly as ready as we should be. But whatever, I'll just get it over with.

True Story: My brother is screaming on the couch because he was told to wait 10 minutes for ice cream. Ahhh the joys of childhood, where the one thing that makes you miserable is edible.

So....a much deeper/more relevant post tomorrow. Later.

Constistency In The Face Of Kindness

I feel like most people in the world strive to be not fake. You've got people smiling in the face of pain and such, and being nice to everyone, and all that fun stuff. But those same people turn around and trash talk that person they just hugged and whatever and cool, omg, she's a betch.

Personally, I've decided to remain consistent. No, I'm not going to stop trash talking people, I'm just gonna do it to their face too. Sure, it might be hazing, but I value truth over image. Yes ma'am, I think you smell funny and talk weird, and you're too clingy. Yes, I sometimes wear a pair of pants out of the laundry basket. Yes, sometimes I feel so emo I cry. Yes, sometimes I don't use shampoo in the shower. Nobody's perfect. I wear my flaws like an ugly hand-me-down sweater. I don't like it, but that's how it is. 

You aren't perfect either. So if I call you on your imperfections, it's only because perhaps you'll take the time to improve yourself. Perhaps you'll become a better person. Tears and Broken Hearts are excellent building blocks to build an interesting person.

In Short. I love you world. Don't let me down... And that dress makes your butt look bulbous.

I want to be a mill-uh-nare.

Just saw Slumdog Millionaire. Dang. That's a good movie. Laughed, flinched, and peed ALL over the movie seats. Weirdly enough, at lot of my friends didn't like it. Hm. This makes me think a little bit, really. I've come up with a few hypotheses as to why it's not gettin' so much love.

1. Wait What? Isn't This A Gangster Movie?

From what I'd heard about it, I thought it was a gangster movie too. That being said, I guess it did have some gangster-esque scenes, but for the most part, it was about as akin to Goodfellas as Mickey Mouse is to The Rats of Nimh. A little bit on the boring side of intense, as far as explosions and such go. Character Development? Pshaw. Shoot a guy in the head! That's quality entertainment.

2. Huh? What'd he just say?

I literally uttered that phrase dozens of times throughout the movie. Sorry if I'm crossing the race line for all you people living in denial, but Indian people have a heavy accent. And sometimes, when they something really intense, it just sounds downright hilarious. Shoot me. Of course, 1/8 of the dialogue was completely unintelligible to me. 5/8 had subtitles. So...yeah. Computer, afdkslj Cl fdasfdsaf Please.

3. Not enough sex. 

There was a kissing scene, that's it. I know Slumdog speaks of prostitution and stuff like that, but it was very prudent. I respect it for that. Shows that it don't need boobies to entertain the masses, it's got plot. I know, weird right?

Anyways, if you haven't seen it, go see it. If you have...Why you hatin'?

Daylight Savings Time, Cars that stink, and Children that Tease

Oh no! My mom just texted me and told me I was losing an hour of sleep tonight. Daaang. Looks like it's Daylight Savings Time. I know it only happens every 6 months but it seems like it's ALWAYS Daylighy Savings Time. Maybe there's something about biannual events that make them occur, well...more than biannually. Like the Dentists. You know you just got your teeth cleaned last week yet you're missing another lunch date with that cutie pie because you gotta go to the Dentist. Thanks for scheduling ALL of my appointments during my free time. Geez. Anyways, I don't care how much daylight I'm saving, I'm gonna be passed out on the couch missing it all. 

And my car will still stink. Don't cover up nasty smells with Old Spice. Just makes it worse. End of story.

And today, my 7 year old brother stole all of my 5 year old sisters toy's  and ran away with them. Jerk. My sister, having been raised by yours truly, hits him and gets her stuff back. Girl Power. Of course, my brother starts crying and tattles. Guess who gets sent to their room? My Sister! If someone is trying to rob you and you break their arm, you don't go to jail. Actually...If you just break someone's arm for kicks do you go to jail? I wonder what the charge is called. " Aggravated General Doucheness. 3rd Degree." Perhaps I'll ask my goverment teacher.  Point is, if you mess with my sister, you mess with her fists. And I'll be yelling encouragement to her. We're tight like that.

My Rant on the guidance office.

I honestly don't like our school's Guidance Office. Is that wrong of me? Well, I suppose it's kind of a love/hate kind of thing. See, the secretary on the left hates me. A lot. Maybe. But she's NEVER helpful, everytime I go I feel degraded by the tone of her voice and the way she speaks to me. Am I evil looking? Do I smell? Fangs maybe? Who knows. Well, today I walked into Guidance and she was busy, so I go to the secretary on the right, and guess what? She's busy too, but instead of shunning me, she turns to me and says, "Hey Zak, I'll just be a minute." Well dang. She knows my name. How 'bout that? Anyways, she ends up helping me TREMENDOUSLY. Wow. Good Person, right?

Are there a lot of good people out in the world? Or is it predominated by the jerks and angry people? Personally, I believe that for every bad person in the world, there are 3 genuinely nice and wonderful people. Consequently, I also believe that for every good person involved in a job that requires communication and helping people, there are 10 bad people doing that same job.

To suffice, Where Have All The Good People Gone? And Why Do Bad People Feel The Need To Take Their Places? Aren't We All Entitled To Our Daily Dose Of Good People?

A Quick Ten Minute Ramble.

So this is my Blog... Weird.

I was thinking about starting a diary the other day because I feel I have a lot to say, but being the vain, pampered person I am, I HAD to get other people to read it. There's really no point otherwise.

So here, I am, talking to a computer, poppin' down stuff as it falls out of my head.

So, open for business, is "Inkless Pens And The Words They Write."

I thought that was pretty clever...'cause y'know...pens...without ink...yeah. They don't write much, and it's kinda downplaying the importance of my thoughts.