There are
many peculiarities in life that I often gaze at and wonder: why? Why people
cheer at basketball games or while they go out to eat at the end of a win or
why players wipe there feet when waiting for a free throw. All these things I
wonder as I sit here at my first high school basketball I've ever attended. How
strange. Maybe it's just me noticing the little things people do, the people
who attend, and how in the world I played this in middle school. I was a
strange child then. My school is winning now. Currently 35-34. The suspense.
How funny people faces are. They look like monkeys and the ball is the banana.
Ooh ooh ah ah my friends. I'm sure we all have monkeys in us whether its for
basketball or tea making or collecting stamps. Even the most peculiar things
make people happy. You'd be surprised. I want Ice cream. That sounds lovely
right now. Nice cold Ice cream for the "winter weather of
California": 82 degrees. Oh the other team scored! Were tied now. The
suspense is really on now. The cheerleaders from both sides are screaming there
heads off. It hurts my ears. Girlies. I think the only people who are not over
excited about this game are the band people, my people. It really is hilarious
to see how everyone's else's face is over excited and ours is like "Ooh my
drum sticks are breaking" or "I need a strew driver I have a loose
screw." No wonder we only bond between ourselves. Oh we won. Whoo! Now to
head home and out of a stinky uncomfortable gym and sleep. Ha not really. To
the internet I go! Like any other teenager of this era. Wow i must really
change this. I don't want too be part of that mob. The one who basicly gave our
era a bad name by coming up with the most delusional unsensable things to
distinguish us like "swag" and "yolo". I really hope this
is just a phase for most of the people then that is just a really sad future
for them. but then again who makes the sad love stories, songs, artworks, and
great novels we all read? Not happy people. Edger Allan Poe, Mark Twain,
Charles Dickins, Frida Kallo, Pablo Pacaso, Selena, and Richie Valens. Ah if
only the'd wouldn't have to go threw so much pain. Poor people. Poor sad
dumbstruck people. So moral of the tale: Be a sad person to become reiculiously
famous. What a harsh cost for money. And money makes the world go round so
damn. Were all skrewed. There wasn't any real reason for this blog post but to
share my thoughts of what goes on in my brain. I feel like its nice to share
them and to know that I'm not the only one who thinks of these things. And
quite frankly I like writing these.
Goodnight
love,
-Natalie
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