Grapes of Wrath is an amazing book.

The Great Dictator is an incredible movie. it's hilarious, and moving. anyone seen that one?

Why would there be animal crackers in your soup?

One of my first ballet teachers died a few days back.

this was the obituary

he really was an amazing man, and a really good teacher.

If there was any one man who articulated the anger, the struggle, and the beliefs of African Americans in the 1960s, that man was Malcolm X. His AUTOBIOGRAPHY is the result of a unique collaboration between Alex Haley and Malcolm X, whose voice and philosophy resonate from every page, just as his experience and his intelligence continue to speak to millions.

I swear one day there will be news. Thing is, I spare (most of) you from my I-saw-a-huge-bus-and-fell-down-laughing, or Ashley-Simpson-lyrics-are-hilarious stories, which leaves me a little empty handed. Physics, is very amusing however. As the smell of hair products drifted through the room, we noticed that this girl was straightening her hair, with a straightening iron, while speaking on her phone. In the middle of class. Funny thing being that Mr. Elliot (who will here out be known as the crackhead) looked over there and said nothing. Other physics activities included the usual coloring, not being in class, phone conversations, picture taking, presenting with headphones in, singing, and of course the obligatory dancing. ah, what a waste of my life.

I just wrote a really long rant, and then hit something accidentally so now its gone. that's probably for the best anyway. let me just tell you that i hate (hate, hate, hate) feeling like this. also i'm not too fond of lit/math/not being able to stay awake in history/ senior pretentiousness. that just about sums it up.

I was leaving my grandparents' today, and my grandpa looked at me and sasha and said "i know i'm getting worried in advance, but i was just thinking that so soon sasha will leave, and then it won't be long till asya leaves too." it was incredibly sad. that place is a bit depressing, it's a point in life at which most people are simply waiting to die (my grandparent's are fairly young so i think they're excluded from that). i mean there's ready made frames with the words "we regret the passing of" hung up. that turned out a lot more doom and gloom than previously meant.    

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ANNIE! (and phoebe and joella, i guess, although they probably won't read this)

I hate mornings. i really do. I always wake up and think about the fact that i did nothing the day before, and that i'll probably do nothing that day too. hmmm. yesterday i went for an hour long walk in my park, it was beautiful, i really like the park in the dark.  

Today I felt way too much like this man;

sometimes you just don't care. especially since no one was there.

In physics we got to see our dear friends Allison's powerpoint, for the third time.