I am obsessed with High School Musical.
Call me a hopeless feel-good optimist... or a relentless pessimist.... I am wishy-washy.
I am both.
Who wouldn't love to be in a school where the answer to Mr. It and Ms. Not It breaking out of their circles to find themselves is to break out into a so well rehearsed it still looks spontaneous song and dance number in the lunchroom during free period?
Who wouldn't want to be in a school where everyone is so clean and polished, and even the goth kids look happy?
Who wouldn't want to be part of a school where confrontations between the different cliques don't exist and where cat fights are in reality non existent?
Damn Disney.
Cheers to them.
What can I say? Maybe I'm just depressed that my life isn't a little more.... fake. Maybe I'm just scared of admitting that these past few days have me wanting to leave my real circle of friends behind and look for some more... honest and real people. Whether those real people are only a figment of my imagination, I find to be totally irrelevant. I want to dance... I want to sing... I want to live in Disney. I refuse to believe that I am a child at heart, completely in love with the simple things in life, just to have people look down on me and tell me I need to be more mature.
WHAT'S THE POINT????
WHY should I be more serious and why should I lie more and why should I pretend I love you when I really feel like killing you??? Why can't life be just like kindergarten? You would fight and make up and that was the end of it forever! No one held grudges, no one acted awkward because you liked them, no one lied to you and then pretended to be your best friend, no one was anything other than what they were, and everyone loved each other for what they were. And if you didn't, you'd tell someone. They wouldnt take offense... they would just cry about it and keep being your friend... Now it seems you need applications in triplicate and to wait for written approval just to go up to someone and say Hi.
I'm not sorry I feel the way I do. I'm not sorry I am the way I am. The day I "mature" is the day I'll lose myself.
So cheers to Troy. And Gabi, And Chad, and Tay, and Sharpay, Ryan, Kelsi, Jason, Zeke, and even cheers to the skater dude who plays the gigantic saw. You remind me of the beauty of Kindergarten. And of the kids who stand beside me.
I am both.
Who wouldn't love to be in a school where the answer to Mr. It and Ms. Not It breaking out of their circles to find themselves is to break out into a so well rehearsed it still looks spontaneous song and dance number in the lunchroom during free period?
Who wouldn't want to be in a school where everyone is so clean and polished, and even the goth kids look happy?
Who wouldn't want to be part of a school where confrontations between the different cliques don't exist and where cat fights are in reality non existent?
Damn Disney.
Cheers to them.
What can I say? Maybe I'm just depressed that my life isn't a little more.... fake. Maybe I'm just scared of admitting that these past few days have me wanting to leave my real circle of friends behind and look for some more... honest and real people. Whether those real people are only a figment of my imagination, I find to be totally irrelevant. I want to dance... I want to sing... I want to live in Disney. I refuse to believe that I am a child at heart, completely in love with the simple things in life, just to have people look down on me and tell me I need to be more mature.
WHAT'S THE POINT????
WHY should I be more serious and why should I lie more and why should I pretend I love you when I really feel like killing you??? Why can't life be just like kindergarten? You would fight and make up and that was the end of it forever! No one held grudges, no one acted awkward because you liked them, no one lied to you and then pretended to be your best friend, no one was anything other than what they were, and everyone loved each other for what they were. And if you didn't, you'd tell someone. They wouldnt take offense... they would just cry about it and keep being your friend... Now it seems you need applications in triplicate and to wait for written approval just to go up to someone and say Hi.
I'm not sorry I feel the way I do. I'm not sorry I am the way I am. The day I "mature" is the day I'll lose myself.
So cheers to Troy. And Gabi, And Chad, and Tay, and Sharpay, Ryan, Kelsi, Jason, Zeke, and even cheers to the skater dude who plays the gigantic saw. You remind me of the beauty of Kindergarten. And of the kids who stand beside me.