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Sep 6, 2002

Random Bits of Nonsense

Pep rally? Are you kidding me? I felt really sorry for the colorguard, who just stood there doing those dumb dances. I also felt sorry for the football coach, who just stood there muttering incoherently into the mic. I generally enjoy pep rallies, but I was disappointed by this one.

Oh, and I felt sorry for Mr. Wolf, whose evil plan to turn us all into vegetables by the regular application of boredom was foiled by this interruption.

I need to buy the Strokes' CD. Every time I hear their music I am tempted to dance around the room lip-synching. In the privacy of my own home, I usually do.

I am going to assassinate Mr. Poulos. If you'd seen the way he treated Jason today, you would want to kill him, too. That man is going to burn in Drama Hell, and I'm going to send him early through the implementation of an ingenious plan involving paper clips, bubble gum, and a pot of coffee. I didn't get called back for my first-choice part; so what? Shit happens, man! You can't expect your same six or seven drama favourites to get cast in every damn play! Unfortunately, Jason is too nice and sensitive to stand up for his reasonable decisions. If Poulos said that sort of stuff to me, we'd get in an argument and there'd be some sort of quantum explosion. Seriously! Sheer argumentative force would be crackling through the room, making people's hair stand up and blowing out the light bulbs!

If anyone from the school sees that bit about killing a teacher, it is a joke. Lighten up. Everyone knows I would also need a pack of post-it notes to actually implement my plan.


Nick ::: 6:32 PM ::: 0 comments

Sep 5, 2002

Drew, you think you can't be a drama kid, and I did too. But after spending an hour with those folks every day for about a week, you start noticing things about yourself. You have sudden urges to gossip about people who are less than three feet away. You start feeling the impulse to scream, "I can't work under these conditions!" You're patrolling the aisles of Blockbuster and you actually pick up a musical to look at the back. You start holding coversations cheated out toward the center of the room. And above all, you suddenly know juicy bits of gossip about every damned actor to have graced the Milton stage in the entire 90-year history of the school.
Nick ::: 8:25 PM ::: 0 comments

Sep 4, 2002

I think I'm going to coin a phrase: "darling triviality." Too many people have darling trivialities. This is something insignificant, uncertain, and unimportant which someone holds close to her heart and covets and treasures and nurtures. The triviality grows like a plant, driving roots into the person's emotions and gorging on them and consequently growing all the more cumbersome. Eventually the person's pretty little bauble is torn from them, but it's become such a part of their being that when it is gone, they are ripped to pieces.

A date. A play. A victory. All of these things are impermanent; they are bad investments!

I go more for darling generalizations. Companionship. Acting. Contest. These are general concepts that will never be gone from your life. That makes them better investments than all of these silly little specifics. Enjoy life, not little bits of life! The whole is greater than the sum of its parts.
Nick ::: 8:09 PM ::: 0 comments

Sep 3, 2002

Who has D lunch?
Nick ::: 10:14 PM ::: 0 comments

Sometimes I wonder if I'm really as different from other people as I think I am. But lately, I've been wondering if I'm even in the same species as the rest of humanity. Finding out that people identify with Holden Caufield was a bit of a shock. Finding out that a lot of people identify with Holden was downright frightening. Then I listen to people debating, and I privately wonder why they all sound more like they're trying to convince themselves than anyone else. And I look at people that always look to others for moral consciousness, and wonder why they don't just look inside themselves. I watch people crushed, frightened, depressed, and disheartened by life, and wonder how they don't see the truth. They always watch their peers because they don't understand themselves.

Sometimes, I just don't understand anybody except myself.

...people, they don't understand
no girlfriends, they can't understand
your grandsons, they won't understand
[and all] of this, I ain't ever gonna understand...
Nick ::: 10:05 PM ::: 0 comments