Last of the American Girls

So there's this song by Green Day, called Last of the American Girls. Every time I hear it, it reminds me of me. I sometimes feel like the song is just about me. Haha here are the lyrics!


She puts her makeup on like graffiti on the walls of the heartland
She's got her little book of conspiracies right in her hand
She is paranoid like endangered species headed into extinction
She is one of a kind, well, she's the last of the American girls

She wears her overcoat for the coming of the nuclear winter
She is riding her bike like a fugitive of critical mass
She's on a hunger strike for the ones who won't make it for dinner
She makes enough to survive for a holiday of the working class

She's a runaway of the establishment incorporated
She won't cooperate, well, she's the last of the American girls


She plays her vinyl records singing songs on the eve of destruction
She's a sucker for all the criminals breaking the laws
She will come in first for the end of Western civilization
She's an endless war, she's a hero for the lost cause

Like a hurricane in the heart of the devastation
She's a natural disaster, she's the last of the American girls

She puts her makeup on like graffiti on the walls of the heartland
She's got her little book of conspiracies right in her hand
She will come in first for the end of Western civilization
She's a natural disaster, she's the last of the American girls

Interestingly true.

Just for a moment, imagine that you are a first-class passenger on a huge spaceship traveling at the speed of 100,000 kilometers per hour. You discover that the ship's environmental system is faulty. Some passengers are dying due to poisonous gasesin their oxygen supply. Also, there is a serious shortage of provisions- food supplies are being used up and the water supply is rapidly becoming polluted due to breakdowns in the waste and propulsion systems.

In the economy sections passengers are crowded together. Conditions are bad, especially for children. Many are seriously ill. The ship's medical officers are able to help few of the sick and medicines are in short supply. Mutinies and fighting have been reported in some sections. Hopefully the violence can be contained, but there is fear that the violence may spread to other compartments.

The spacecraft has an overall destruct system, with the controls carefully guarded by a special technical crew. Unfortunately, the number of technologists who know how to set off the destruct system has increased, and there is great concern over what might happen if the fighting does spread. We could go on, but the point is: What would you do if you were on that spaceship? Now that you have imagined, are you ready to face reality? You are on such a spaceship right now- Spaceship Earth!

Preface from Earth, Our Crowded Spaceship, by Isaac Asimov

Chipotle

Yesterday morning all my lab parter could talk about was food, and different restaurants that she wanted to be at. Once she said Chipotle I knew I had to go there. So that evening, after pestering my mother for a while, she agreed to take me there. I'm glad she did because it was REALLY good. Sure, afterwards I was stuffed and could barely even move as a result of eating such a big burrito, but it was definately worth it! Yummy Chipotle! Yum yum yum!

Sometimes when i feel the need to use the bathroom I just hold it in because I just put lotion on and don't want to wash my hands.

Happy Happy Happy Happy!

I feel so happy right now :)
I'm done with negative blog posts!

Grrrrr

Sometimes I just hate the theatre so much. Usually I enjoy spending all my time there, but these days it just grates on my nerves. Especially since Mr. Kentwood. Ms. Lloyd didn’t want James to be a part of it, so she threw me and Jessica in there and told us we had to run the show. She told us on Tuesday, and the show was 2 days later. I mean, at least have the curtesy of telling us a little bit in advance. I had to run the sound, and the last time I even set up a mic was four years ago. I have totally forgotten everthing about sound that I have learned in the last four years (which wasn’t much anyways). And Ms. Lloyd pretty much made me feel like shit for it. She expects me to know everything, when she never taught me a lot of things because she had James to do them. Now that she doesn’t want him around, where does that leave me? I have to pick up where he left off. Of course I’m never going to be as good as him, when she has trained him for years and years and left me on the back burner. So the day after Mr. KW she made a point to teach the class about sound, and had James set up microphones and teach and everything. It felt like a slap in the face, and she kept making comments like, ”Brianna, are you listening??”, “Brianna and Jessica, you guys better be in here with the rest of the class”, and after all the mics were set up and everything, she made a point to tell me multiple times infront of the whole class to not touch anything. Towards the end of class, she had me and Jessica talk to her at her desk, where she told me that I should have skipped Green River classes to go to the Mr. Kentwood rehearsal. What right does she have to say that to me? Especially when she preaches about good grades, and complained about how Jake won Mr. Kentwood with F’s. I think my classes at green river are a little more important than some stupid high school talent show, don’t you?

 

Sometimes the whole theatre just makes me so mad. Next year I will be free.

Wheat pie and a glass of wine.

Life's good.