“Mother BITCH!”

My third and greatest love once said to me, "Our best writing is in the morning. Morning is when our thoughts are at their most pure. This is because our heads are not muddled with the stresses and experiences of the day." I agree with it completely. Though, it may be up for debate. Either way, it’s not what is up for discussion today. His statement often creeps into my head when I’m in my morning classes. I do my best thinking then, and often apply it and write about it here. My English teacher is one of those hippie-types and always wears a long flowy broom skirt and has crazy curly blonde-ish hair. Today, she told us to write for a few minutes in our journals about the phrase, "less is more". Because I think too deeply about everything, I gave very informed and thought out examples of the phrase. In my thought process, I let my eyes wander over to the journal of the girl sitting next to me. I read some lame line about how people that don’t have money appreciate things more than those who are billionaires and spend their money on, "stupid shit". Yeah, she wrote "shit". After that, her second brilliant example said, "Reducing your meal sizes can increase your sex appeal." It took -everything- I had not to pee myself laughing. It made me wonder how insightful she thought she was being.

I’m not usually a snob about these things but….she really thought that was appropriately applied to the subject? Perhaps, "Less fatty foods leads to a more healthy lifestyle." But no. Just eat less and you’ll have more sex appeal. Fuck, if I had been informed of that earlier, I’d never eat again. Then, all the boys would want to drink my milkshake. Girls, too.

Another girl said aloud in class, "A lot of people say ‘less is more’ when they put on makeup."
What the….

No depth. Everyone is Laguna Beach-ing their way through life. Our brains are here for a purpose…or so I thought. What else are we doing in college? The first thing out of people’s mouths when they say that is, "So I can get a good job when I’m older." Fuck! What about LEARNING? Just for the sake of it? So you can walk in a store, pick your stupid pink shoes, and maybe have an idea of why they’re pink, why you chose them, how it’s being applied to your life, and for what purpose. They’re not -just- pink shoes. They are a decision you made because you like the color, they fit your foot, give you legs for days, they’re not murder on your feet, they make you feel confident, and their design is just so fucking cool. Perfect for your style. Even if they -are- pink. Your brain connects so many dots in less than a second. And most people can’t be fucked to say anything about them except, "I look good in them and I like the color."

My counselor told me I’m very independant because there are five kids in my family, and I was the only child that didn’t give my parents problems. Whodda thunk it? -_-

I’m not going to class because my counselor wasn’t punctual; I missed the five hours I had, to do my paper. I’m going to read.

Everything is wonderful, really.

Leigha.