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Err..yeah. I've never blogged before. I suppose no one will read this anytime soon, but I'm still quite nervous for some reason. Just not a public speaker, I guess. I'm listening to Romeo and Juliet by the Killers. I remember my dad used to play the original version (by...Dire Straits? I don't know.) when we were driving in his old red pick-up truck. I miss that truck. His current one is all green and sparkly and comfy and everything, but his old one had character. The paint was faded and the handles slightly rusty and the formerly white TOYOTA across the back was peeling off, and I loved it. I remember that truck better than I remember any of my first ten birthdays. It makes me sad that people get rid of stuff like that. I try not to throw out any of my things. My mom calls me a pack rat, but I think I'm just nostalgic. And I still have my Barbie cash register. |
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Okay, I know I'm not the only kid who has ever stressed about going to high school. In fact, basically every kid since the dawn of time and ABC Family movies has. And let's face it, the things that happen in an ABC Family movie never happen in real life. So you're probably not going to get thrown in a trash can, or paddled by upperclassmen, or fall down any huge flights of stairs any time soon, and we real kids know this. But we're scared anyway. Some of us are scared for realistic reasons though, like showing up to class late because we got lost, tripping over something, or the big one: not being able to make friends and being a social outcast FOREVER. But the kids who obsess over not making friends are the ones that probably will. Because the people who don't are the people who never really had that many friends in the first place. So I don't really know where I'm going with this, but one thing is for sure: I need to chill out. |
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I'm not sure how I feel about Michael Jackson's death. I'm not happy about it obviously, because as coldhearted as I am, I don't think I could ever actually be happy that someone died. But I don't think I'm sad. I was never really a fan. I was born halfway through the 90s, for God's sake. I feel like I'm supposed to be sad, but I'm just not. The guy was an icon, sure, but I guess I'm too young to be sad. I do remember listening to Thriller probably sometime around 2000, like what, 17 or 18 years after it's prime? My neighbors and brothers and I would dance to it in our weird little kid way. Then again, me and my friends danced to Aaron Carter and N-Sync so who's to say they weren't just as good? I bet you if my kids are ever to ask me about the day Michael Jackson died, I'll tell them everyone was heartbroken or in shock, and that I was too. But I'm not. Michael Jackson is dead, and I'm not sad because I was born in 1995. |
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