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I'd just like you all to know that some things never change. Suffice to say A LOT of things changes all the time a lot a lot. But somes things never, ever do.
Example number one: Math Class. Last year Farfy sat next to me, we owned the teacher, and we actually got away with pretending I was on medically prescribed illegal drugs. This year Farfy sits next to me, we own the teacher, and I spent of all last class making a bomb shelter out of popsicle sticks and glitter glue I was supposed to be using for my Latin project. And today we played hangman. And by 'we' I don't mean me and Taraneh. I mean the class played. Led by the teacher. Petrizzi. Who we love. Very Deeply.
Example number three: Caaaaamp. The people at camp specifically. Who never go away. Ever. After a good five years of back and forth. They're still there. Oh yes. But this is a lie. They do change. They get better. And equipped with cars. And therefore the become more ubiquitous and frequent people in my daily life. Therefore they get better. Because it's always better when we're together. Or when I'm alone in my room and 'Hero' comes on and I have to make about 7 phone calls just to tell them that the song is on and then have them all turn it on and it all becomes one big unmomentous, momentous moment. Because the song ends. But we all feel a little bit better knowing we didn't have to hear it alone.
Example number nine: The excitement of going a up a very large hill some call a 'mountain' with Emilia. Well, going up with Lixy and watching Emilia try to climb it. And just us and them in general. Because we have changed. So I'm again contradicting myself. But we haven't really. I mean, we as individuals have changed but as a unit we are just still the same group of loud obnoxious girls strangers yell at on the street. And hobos rape. And mothers scorn. And UTIs hunt. And homosexuals pretend to like. And angry people get angry at. And mopey people mope at. [And pale people get pale at?] And we climb through each other's windows and yell at Jen for being a slut and live happily ever after. That doesn't change.
Example number twelve hundred and forty two: Theatre. And everything about it.
This entry is a direct result of my going to a Bat Mitzvah tomorrow. Because how much has really changed since my last one? Do we ever really change, or do we just adapt for convenience and pretend the change is deeper? Can you change your mind about something, your heart about someone? Or is it just that over time the feeling becomes less tangible and therefore you doubt its existence and therefore you make up some more thoughts and feelings and call them your own and say that they're true?
And will I ever stop being addicted to this god damned website and writing half-rate idiotic hypocritical transparent worthless entries?
No, I won't. Because that is another thing which won't ever, ever change. Like my love and adoration for you. Until the next we meet, I love you all so much, ~Allison