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I've decided that college is not worth the pressure of applications, esssays, recommendations, standardized tests, parents, etc. Thus, I will not be attending college this fall. just kidding. I will most likely spend late nights working on essays in tears. That is the purpose of life for now. and canvas print Hello Kitty doc Martens.

My new fashion icon. Cruella Devil. Of course not Mr. Walter Disney's animated version, but Glenn Close's elegant interpretation. Matte red lipstick. Black and white silhouettes. Fur and leather capes. Always a cigarette held with gloved fingers. How much more classic does it get? Right now, the closest (barely) to Cruella are my crimson nails (even though their length barely leaves my nailbeds). As the autumn and winter seasons approach, I wish to pull out black and white tailored coats that can immediately increase my coolness to the level of "able to skin puppies with a smile".

For an assignment, I must read Ralph Elison's Invisible Man . Of course, 14 pages into the book, I am confused. I've reached the story of (what I understand) a man raping and impregnating his daughter in his sleep. Now, I know that there must be some Freudian psychology something or another, but this book's details are hard for me to wrap my mind around (so far). Maybe the electrocuting ground bit was bizarre only to me. Maybe most people find it normal to want several thousand lights in one room. I only wish that my reading assignment could be Hansel and Gretel because (at least) I could explain to you the dangers of children's fairy tales

parent teacher organizations...with my 12 years experience of parent volunteers, they are the epitome of adults with no lives. these parents from hell have nothing to do with their time besides disrupt the educational experience of their children and their classmates. Bitter, you say? I distinctly recall writing about parent volunteers in my grade school diary, so yes, I am bitter. Why can't those silly bitches spend their time elsewhere being productive members of society, perhaps by employment? Anyone can cut, laminate, and staple crafts for grade schoolers. Likewise, children can be mentally scarred by anyone, so why would you risk them with the presence of ridiculously biased middle-aged women, who clearly don't like any students that threaten the presence of their children. This argument has gone off from its original (read: ranting) direction. What I meant to say was that these women (it's not sexist; men just seem to understand that being a parent volunteer is not a ...

What happened to all of the years that I thought that I had? It's my final year of childhood, yet I plan to pass them away lumbering around under the pressure of schoolwork and adults. I'm no teenage rebel, but a little part of me wishes that I could be Peter Pan-to stay young forever. School hasn't been too deathly yet, but the thought of taking 6-7 Advanced Placement Tests looms over like an anvil in a Tom and Jerry Cartoon. It's my fault for wanting to be so ambitious this year anyway...So these are all of my thoughts on my quickly dying away Labor Day weekend...until tom