Rock and Roll

I wish we could answer test questions in one word sentences. That would make history projects so much easier. Did Rock ‘n’ Roll dismantle America's traditional family values in the 1950s and 1960s?

No. It was television, cars, drugs and atheists.

I have a not-quite-completed checklist written in purple ink on my hand. I'll probably take a whack at scrubbing it off before the dance tonight. I should probably do a whole slew of other things too - hence the checklist - but it all depends on my level of motivation. Am I feeling particularly motivated at the moment? Let's see.

I stayed up too late last night. I got home from a wonderful night and started spinning away into my little black hole. Didn't actually catch sleep until three in the morning or something like that. My alarm faithfully failed me and I was late to meet my partner at the library (Sorry, Ish). But I ran fast, got a blister on my heel – fantastic – and miraculously was only a half hour late.

I still have this feeling, an anvil on the inside of my skull, ringing inside me. Betrayal betrayal betrayal. Maybe you really thought what you were doing would help. But I would have thought that someone of your intellect would know the answer to that question.

Shall we digress into the lonely thoughts of a pity-me-I'm-all-alone teenager? I think not. This is all I want to say on this.

Nope, not motivated. Angry and tired and hurt. Ah, teenage angst.

Libraries are nice places to be on Saturday mornings. Full of peace and wisdom and dead people trapped in books. If I could steal any shelf out of this library, I'd take the periodicals.