Why does everyone love Pink Floyd and Bob Marley? :l Or at least, they do on the Southside. We're listening to shitty 60's Brit bands in English [because it's Brit literature, doncha know?]

Is Bob Marley British? I kind of think he might be Jamaican. Just a little. So...connection?


Pink Floyd seems to have two minute intros before they start singing for every song that are hellishly obnoxious. Bob Marley has one of the most annoying vocals I have ever heard, apart from Bert McCracken and all of Ben's scene whingey boy bands.


I hate listening to this music because it's terrible. And I get the weirdest feeling when I listen to it. My head swims and I can't think. I imagine that's what it's like to be stoned. We had a quiz on Donovan's stupid "There Is a Mountain" or whatever and Walters told us to look up the meanings of the snail and the disappearing mountain 'n stuff. I couldn't find shit and I was so pissed about it I wrote for one question, "What it means by 'there is a mountain and then there's not and then there is' has to do with some zen story, I think, but I forgot. :l " [face included in answer.]

And, for the meaning and purpose of the dumb song, I said it must've had something to do with change, and the purpose of the music was it only existed to drive me crazy.


I really can't explain how much I fucking HATE this portion of English. I'm afraid that I'm going to lose my ability to waive my English final, and plus, my entire year of English class has been shitty. I feel like I'm in this box all by myself since I have absolutely no one to talk to in that class. I never have a partner or a group and when Mr. Walters asks who wants me with them, people grudgingly volunteer to take me in. All we've done was study stupid poetry [poem after poem after poem after FUCKING POEM], read plays in Ye Olde Englishe that no one understands, and now we're learning the meanings of stoner music.

It has no meaning if people were tripping on acid when they wrote it :l

I miss LIKING English. I miss having a teacher I loved and enjoyed, actually putting effort into an essay and feel good about getting an A or B [I BS my way through basically everything in Walters'] and not being like, well duh I'd get that grade, even my shitty stuff is good since I get English...

I miss Mr. Ray. And Mrs. Striby and Mrs. Miles. They were all fun, interesting teachers. Miles even wrote me a letter for retreat! and Striby always says hello to me in the hallway, with my name, so it's not like she's being polite to anybody that comes along. Mister Walters is just...

:/


Maybe I just have too much time on my hands.


Lyrics of the Day:
And this is so difficult for the both of us
I know we tried so hard, there's just no hope for us
Well it's more than a shame that we lost to this game
All my walking, talking, sleeping, breathing -
nothing will ever be the same.

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My boytoy:

My besties: