i didn't intend for this to be about laguna beach.
wow, it's been a really long time since i updated.
i guess, sadly enough, the most profound event in my life between the last time i updated and now was the whole giving up bread thing. unfortunatley, all of you already know about that, so going into the whole story is useless.
so i stayed home tonight and watched laguna beach and had a 130 calorie "skinny cow" ice cream sandwich.
it's kind of sad, the way you see all of the awful people on laguna beach and how you know they're faking the entire "reality" thing but you still get drawn in. and if you don't get drawn in, replace all the "you"s in that last sentence with "i"s. i don't know, it's like if everybody in our high school got gorgeous and lived by the water. they grow so accustomed to living their lives with money and power and manipulation, and although in a way it's an awful life to live, it still depresses me to think that a month after they filmed it, they were all apart, forming new relationships. the whole idea of the show was to capture a moment, and by the time the show started airing, the moment no longer existed. i bet each and every one of them watched a show and was all "wow, i don't know what i was thinking, blah blah blah."
if you think about it, that's what high school is for us. a combination of "wow, i don't know what i was thinking," and captured moments lost. it's depressing and i can't let myself think about it for too long, but it has to make your mind go a little bit. we take pictures to remember the good times, yet we don't need reminders of the bad times. isn't it a combination of the good and bad times that make up life? why do we always want to remember what made us smile, but delete what made us cry? isn't that kind of like every social studies teacher on the face of the planet who says that if we don't remember the holocaust, we're condemned to repeat it? if we don't remember what made us not-so-happy, how do we draw the line between the positive and negative? how do we define what once made us happy if we can't even recall what made us sad?
i don't want to be a trey, the one who goes 3000 miles away and completley disconnects from his roots. i'm afraid people too quickly jump to remove themselves from a situation without considering all aspects.
consequentally, i also think lc is really, really pretty.
i guess, sadly enough, the most profound event in my life between the last time i updated and now was the whole giving up bread thing. unfortunatley, all of you already know about that, so going into the whole story is useless.
so i stayed home tonight and watched laguna beach and had a 130 calorie "skinny cow" ice cream sandwich.
it's kind of sad, the way you see all of the awful people on laguna beach and how you know they're faking the entire "reality" thing but you still get drawn in. and if you don't get drawn in, replace all the "you"s in that last sentence with "i"s. i don't know, it's like if everybody in our high school got gorgeous and lived by the water. they grow so accustomed to living their lives with money and power and manipulation, and although in a way it's an awful life to live, it still depresses me to think that a month after they filmed it, they were all apart, forming new relationships. the whole idea of the show was to capture a moment, and by the time the show started airing, the moment no longer existed. i bet each and every one of them watched a show and was all "wow, i don't know what i was thinking, blah blah blah."
if you think about it, that's what high school is for us. a combination of "wow, i don't know what i was thinking," and captured moments lost. it's depressing and i can't let myself think about it for too long, but it has to make your mind go a little bit. we take pictures to remember the good times, yet we don't need reminders of the bad times. isn't it a combination of the good and bad times that make up life? why do we always want to remember what made us smile, but delete what made us cry? isn't that kind of like every social studies teacher on the face of the planet who says that if we don't remember the holocaust, we're condemned to repeat it? if we don't remember what made us not-so-happy, how do we draw the line between the positive and negative? how do we define what once made us happy if we can't even recall what made us sad?
i don't want to be a trey, the one who goes 3000 miles away and completley disconnects from his roots. i'm afraid people too quickly jump to remove themselves from a situation without considering all aspects.
consequentally, i also think lc is really, really pretty.