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Friday, May 11, 2012

Chapter 23-24

Ok I'm gonna be real with you, I have homophobia. I can't believe Mr. Antolini tried to pull a quick flitty one on me. I have no explanation for this. Even if he was drunk, you don't stroke a sleeping guest's head, It's just wrong. I still have the chills even though I got the hell out of there as fast as I could. I sort've feel bad for abruptly leaving his house when he was the only person that would accept me and he actually gave some pretty good advice. But how am I suppose hold his word with a high standard if he is gay!!! This is the 50s people, you could get murdered for this. I need some time to think this through, but for now I won't be going back to that apartment for a while.
http://www.allposters.com/-sp/Petting-a-Sleeping-Dog-Posters_i7157846_.htm

Chapter 21-22

Why is it that kids are so cute when they sleep? They could be drooling on themselves, or have boogies all over them and they still look cute, whereas an adult looks creepy. You almost feel bad for the adults because they just look so lousy if you know what I mean. I have come to the conclusion that the reason for this difference is a kid hasn't lost their innocence yet and they look pure no matter what. On the other hand, adults have to deal with the stress of everyday life. It takes a huge toll on a person and you can never get your innocence back once you change. Poor Phoebe, I must protect her. I will do whatever it takes to be her "catcher in the rye," and save her from jumping off the cliff of innocence...
http://www.parentsconnect.com/parenting-your-kids/kids-sleeping/kids-sleep-tips.html

Chapter 17-20

After my date with Sally and Carl Luce, I realized how crappy I am as a friend and a person. My sister Phoebe was right about me ruining everything and that I don't like anything or anybody. But you know what fixes all problems, getting piss drunk. I feel that all my pain goes away no matter how depressed I am. I'm not an alcoholic or anything, but I enjoy getting plastered once in a while, just for the hell of it. If every we hang out and get a drink together, here are some of my favorite drinks.
  1. Scotch and soda
  2. Frozen daiquiri
  3. Martini (Dry or Dirty w/o olives)
  4. Whiskey
  5. Gin and Tonic
  6. Bourbon

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Chapter 15-16

Ah the museum... you can always count on the museum. You see, the museum never changes only you do. Everything from the little tee pee house to the bird exhibit always stays the same in their little glass displays. However, every time you enter the museum you are different. But whether you are 4 years older or have a new pair of socks on, the displays are the same and this is why I enjoy the museum as much as I do. It is quite obvious that I don't like change and wish everything could be the same because life would be better. I wouldn't have gotten the ax from 5 schools, Allie would still be alive, D.B. wouldn't be in Hollywood, and Phoebe would still be the little cute kid I love. Change always occurs and along with it come misfortune. Therefore, the museum is like my utopia.
http://blog.travelpod.com/travel-photo/simmos58/1/1290354626/bird-display-museum-of-sa.jpg/tpod.html

Chapter 11-14

So once again, my yellowness got the best of me and I got mugged for 5 bucks. I cant believe I even accepted Maurice's offer in the first place. Who am I to think I could get a prostitute, I'm still a kid. I didn't even do anything with her and yet I feel so ashamed and dirty. My mother raised me better than that and I deserve to mugged. At least I still kept my innocence and purity (Can't say that about Sunny and Maurice) if you know what I mean. I guess that is the reason I haven't given it to anybody yet, I feel that once I do it, I could never be a kid anymore.
http://maryabbottchildrenshouse.wordpress.com/2010/06/21/the-age-of-innocence/

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Chapter 7-10

Women should learn how to dance from the beginning of kindergarten. There should be an instructional video that everyone has to master or they fail the grade. A woman who cannot dance is a woman with no value to men. Who wants a woman that dances like an orangutan. They make you look bad and step on your toes. The girl could be Miss New York for all I know, but if she can't dance, she is just another nobody to me. I've started to search the web for dancing videos to give to my women and I found this phony nonsense. I have to admit I got a real good bang out of it and I thought you would enjoy it.
http://gawker.com/5829268/dirty-dancing-is-the-next-thing-to-be-ruined

Saturday, May 5, 2012

Chapter 4-6

You wanna know what sucks... getting punched in the face. Not only does it hurt, but it is also a mental shot to your pride knowing that someone else is better/stronger than you and you cant do anything about it. I'd like to say that I am a pacifist, but we all that is an excuse because I could never handle myself with someone as strong as Stradlater even if I wanted to. I should probable be a lot stronger than I am being 6'2" and all. However, I never have the motivation to workout or participate in an organized sport so the easiest way out for me (Common trend in my life) is to say I am a pacifist and learn how to take a punch from wikipedia.

http://www.wikihow.com/Take-a-Punch

http://mdsirajudeen.wordpress.com/2011/06/14/best-pictures-of-all-day/signed-muhammad-ali-30x40-photo-punch/

Chapters 1-3

Man do I wish I could stay young forever. I would never be able to legally get my booze, but that is just fine with me as long as I never become old. I really get a bang out of old people. They are so wrinkly and fragile it gives me the creeps, especially their legs. Old legs are always so white and hairless like my history teacher at Pencey, Mr. Spencer. I really like the guy and he has always treated me well, but knowing that my legs will eventually be like his, depresses the hell out of me and I hope I don't have to be around for that day. As for right now, my friend Jay-Z gives me hope for the future in his song "Young Forever."