Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Is Whispering Nothing?
"I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you, walk with you, and so following; but I will not eat with you, drink with you, nor pray with you."
--From The Merchant of Venice (I, iii, 35-39)
Oh, no. I feel it. Here it comes....its a RANT ENTRY!
Teenage angsty-questioning begins NOW:
Why is that one of my better entries was under the influence? Is my writing better because I am liberated by the alcohol pumping through my veins whilst my fingers type vigorously? Should I write everything with a bit of booze in me? Should I become alcohol dependant? Would the boys at school like me more that way?
Secondly (and finally), is it wrong that I like Hugh Hefner's girlfriends and that I don't think their situation is all that weird? Is it bad that I am addicted to their show & have decided to go blonde? Is it wrong that I like their personalities (minus Kendra..she bothers me)? I thought I was such a feminist and now I realize, I love the Girl's Next Door who pretty much stand for everything I don't. Is it bad that I find them interesting and not disgusting? Is it so wrong that when the View had them on and made them feel like shit I felt bad for them? How is it that I sympathize with three girls who like an 80 year-old-man, walk around half naked, and sometimes make really dumb comments? Should I act dumb to get attention? Oh, no, whats happened to me?
Oh, woe is me. Whiney-whine. Angst, angst, angst! Oh what shall become of me!? SIGH-SIGH-SIGH! (Shakes fist in air) WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME!?
End of typical blog-style rant