cherrylenses

Today was an odd day. It rained all day, and I made the mistake of wearing jeans that dragged on the ground around my feet and Converse that are slightly past their expiration date. The result? Extremely wet feet (half way up to my knees) after walking for a block. I was angry. And then I stood on really wet ground under a tree that kept pissing rain on me and everyone that was standing around me. Fun times, let me tell you.

Mike was dressed oddly today, but I loved it. He was wearing jeans that had paint splatters all over them and a sweatervest that was grey, purple, black and white. I loved it. He has long hair that's shaved underneith and he was wearing it pulled back with a section near his temple hanging down. My description is shitty, so I'll provide you with a picture.

It's a crappy picture, but it shows what his hair looks like and the awesome sweatervest. If I didn't know him, I'd totally think he was some kind of eccentric artist that paints crazy images of people murdering each other. Needless to say, I was in love. If I didn't know what the sex was already like, I definitely would have kidnapped him and taken him to the ladies bathroom ... he was that hot. I want him to dress like that on a day we're hanging out so all I have to do it stare at him for hours ... I would never get tired of that look on him. Today, he made me melt.

So ... as a few of you know, I'm a high school senior (again) and for my yearbook, there are some suggestions as to who our yearbook should be dedicated to. Some people in my class want to dedicate it to Officer Briggs, the officer that was shot early Wednesday morning and died later in the day. This, I believe, is the biggest crock of shit I have ever heard. It's not that I don't have sympathy or remorse for his family, because I do, it's just that I know the man who shot Officer Briggs and my friend was treated very unfairly by the cop. The man that shot his was harrassed by the officer many times, each time for a reason that was made up and was completely unfounded. That officer came through the park near my school, which is the hangout for the school smokers and the friends of the school smokers, picking on the students from the high school because we're younger and less educated than him and most of them are under age. He rode through on his bike and acted like his shit didn't stink, and for that, I resent him. I don't want my yearbook to be dedicated to a man I refuse to mourn for the basic principle that what he did as an officer wasn't fair to anyone (if you're from NH and you read the articles in the papers, don't believe any of it, it's all lies in favor of the cop). If the yearbook is dedicated to him, I promise all of you that I will burn my yearbook while standing in the middle of my schools courtyard.

Is that a little harsh? Maybe it is. But that's how I feel. And if that does happen, I know my best friend will be standing there taking pictures of it the entire time and when I'm arrested and there are articles in the paper, I won't be ashamed, I'll be glad that everyone gets to read my views on the situation and understands where the underdogs are coming from. I'm sick of being trampled on.

Now that I've ranted and raved about my opinions, I'm going to bid you all farewell, because I know that's probably a lot to swallow because when I'm angry, I rant and rave until I feel better. And now I do feel better.