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Aren't I super? Lolz.

I wrote a paper for English yesterday and we got them back today. I got an 88, which isn't bad for the first paper I've written since my speech. If you'd like to read it you can probably skip down to wear I'll bold the title. This blog is probably going to be rambly and random, since I haven't had the chance to write much lately.

I called in sick today, but went and got my paycheck when I got my perscriptions. I worked 28 hours last week. That is way way way too many hours for me to work when I'm also in school.

Pathetically, I spent almost all my paycheck on a new pair of shoes.

Ironically, those shoes are for work.

They're high-top Nikes, and I got in-soles. They're soo comfy. I got the very last pair. Not just the last pair in my size. Like, the display pair.

Parker is confusing me. He stopped talking to me again. And then I texted him tonight to see if he would go to ACL with us, but I just said, "Will you talk to me?"

A couple minutes later he actually called me. I hate when people do that. It's like, well, I really only wanted to ask you something...

Anyway, here's how the conversation went:

Me: Hey, what's up?
Parker: Hey, I just got that text, did you needa tell me something?
(I could hear a lot of noise in the background)
Me: Oh, well, uh, I really just wanted to talk.
Parker: Oh, what're you doing?
Me: Just sitting at home, what are you doing?
Parker: I'm really drunk!

Ick. The rest of the conversation isn't that important. And it's not that I care that he was drunk, just that it's the only time he's talked to me since Monday. Like, I wonder if maybe he was drunk when he called me last Friday? I don't get it. He acts like he likes me so much, but then he doesn't talk to me. Where does he get off telling me that I'm his "favorite person ever" and kissing me and hugging me and drawing pictures of me for his art class when the theme is 'what is Beauty?' and then turning around and ignoring all my texts?

HE'S SUCH A GIRL.

Ugh.

In health yesterday we talked about mental dissorders. (That was only yesterday?) A girl who sits behind me said that her mom had bi-polar when we started talking about that disease. I shared too. I think I just bumped my teacher's pet status up a few more notches. Ick. Teacher's pet in anything but English is WEIRD. Especially when the teacher is a creepy coach who saw me when I was working at Market Street and said "hey you." Hey you is a term used by cute couples or people who miss eachother. Not teachers to students! ICK.

I have tickets to ACL for sale. PLZBUY! I need the spending money!!!

MY CHEST HURTS. AND MY STOMACH. SHIT. OUCH. OUCH. OUCH.

K, English paper. The prompt was something along the lines of "should the past be forgotten or remembered?"

Remember-Me-Not

"Forgive and forget" is a common term, known to most of the English speaking community. With the knowledge of this phrase comes the knowledge of another: "forgive, but never forget." Sure the practices are a matter of choice, but only one truly works. To let go of something we must forget what we are letting go of.*

Holding a grudge is easy when we remember the wrongdoings a person has committed. With memories residing at the very fronts of our minds, they are always ready to be relived. All it takes is a word, a color, an object, a feeling to trigger the spark of anger. But when we choose to leave the past in the past and all but literally forget it, as Rachel Shilskey does to become Ruth Mcbride Jordan, we can "forgive the most dreadful sin[s]," (217) and in turn chhoose to, if not forgive, leave those by whom the sins were commited behind. If we cannot forget and forgive, forgetting must be our form of forgiving.**

When we are too caught up in our memories to live in the moment, we are remembering too much. Some people go to great leangths "spen[ding] many hours in meditation... to" (Davidson) obtain a way of living in the moment, but there is really a much less time consuming and much more effective way of going about it. All they really need to do is forget the moment prior to the one they are trying to live in. It's a simple feat to take a deep breath and forget why we are angry, or at least decide to ignore it. Outstandingly, many once-harsh, commanding, and unhappy Alzheimer's patients have learned to enjoy life's simpler pleasures, merely because they can't remember why they would ever need to be harsh, commanding, and unhappy. If the rest of us could only learn to do this same thing, withough, of course, the loss of direction and train of thought, the would would be a much happier place.***

While I am in no way suggesting that we all should aquire Alzheimer's, forget how to read, or ignore the life lessons some memories teach us, I do think letting go of the past and forgetting trivial grievences could do us all some good. Think about it: World Peace could be just around the corner, if we could all only forget how to get there.****

*Mrs. W wrote: "Hm... interesting idea," next to this.
**Mrs. W wrote: "Excellent point" next to this!
***Mrs. W wrote: "Good integration of ideas" in the margin next to this paragraph, but I don't know what she's talking about...
****Mrs. W wrote: "=) Nice closer" after this paragraph! YESSS.
Then at the bottom she wrote: "-Overall, well done. -Ideally, I would like to see further development. -88"

Sweet action, yeah? I'd love if you guys would give me some critiques. I want my writing to be absolutely outstanding, ASAP.