and everything he lacks, well, he makes up in denial!

remember in eight grade the day it rained? i could feel the rain, i didn't know what the feeling was then, the feeling of knowing there will be rain.
the windows in my house are open and it's so nice. second best to being outside i guess.
i'm not getting any homework done, i am so going to be up all night.
please don't let our world self-destruct. how many books are there about the future? intended for younger and younger ages? how many movies? V for Vendetta. wow. natalie portman, marry me, (except not, because i plan to marry a man). but she's so gorgeous/such a good actress. but that wasn't the point - i meant... i don't want the world to kill itself, for america to combust in a wave of civil war (civil war, such an ironic term), and i don't want nuclear bombs, or operations that make us all look and think alike, and governments that mess with our brains. well, there's nothing i can do but recycle. and, like i said, when i try to care, i sound stupid like a little child trying to joing the U.N. or a ditzy blonde trying to join the peace corps.