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thisgirlsstrate

See Marnie bitch. Bitch Marnie, bitch.

Mar 19, 2005 01:25

I really fucking hate people who think it is so fucking important to be "better" than other people. I really, really, do. I don't know where this is coming from. I can't say that I've never done it a little bit, but I make a conscious effort to avoid it. The only people who I find myself really doing that toward are people I don't like... and ( Read more... )

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<3's!!! jordan_adrian87 March 20 2005, 00:03:28 UTC

I loved every word of it!! Oh you might be happy to know Sarah finally got scored less than straight one's. She didn't take it quite well. I wasn't there when she found out, but I would've liked to. I got two two's and a one on my monologues. The problem with mine was that they were only three minutes long. I think it was cuz I didn't perform them for G-law so she didn't suggest lengthening it. And my judge at districts didn't suggest lengthening it. It's ok though. Not the end of the world. ♥

Re: <3's!!! thisgirlsstrate March 20 2005, 01:43:40 UTC

I'm sure that they were excellent even if they were a little short!

Monologues jordan_adrian87 March 20 2005, 02:50:21 UTC

It turns out I never posted them, but I figured I'd type them here cuz I don't know your e-mail.

Dennis: My name is Dennis Gandleman. Around this school I am the object of ridicule from most of the students, simply because I have an extremely high I.Q. It's 176. My father wanted me to enroll in a special school that deals with geniuses like myself, but Mother was firmly against that. She wanted me to have a normal education, and not be treated as some kind of freak... Which is ironic, because that's exactly what is happening to me here. The whole concept of education is a paradox: High School is supposed to celebrate education and knowledge, but what it really celebrates is social groups and popularity. In a perfect world, a kid like me would be worshipped because of my scholastic abilities, instead of someone who can throw a forty-yard touchdown pass. I suppose I could complain, and bemoan the unfairness of it all. But I am bright. I know something that the others don't... That, once we leave High School and enter the real world, ( ... )