Unpredictable

I haven't been feeling very happy with myself lately. My attitude with school, emotions, thoughts and body quite frankly suck. I'm disappointed because I'm doing this to myself and also because I don't know why. I'll never be able to figure my brain out. But that would be humanly impossible because you can never be smarter than your brain and if you were that means that you weren't really you and then...Well anyway, I must dig myself out of this rut.

My lit teacher is so fucked up (she is still bothering me, and will continue to all year). Every class she talks about some passage in literature symbolizing sex. It is good to talk about it every now and then because as a society we need to be more open. But it is getting to the point where it's creepy. For example, in the book "The Metamorphosis" she said "the apples that Gregor's father is throwing at Gregor symbolizes testicles, and the cane that he hits him with also represents a penis, where then anal penetration between son and father is hinted." Uhhh? It was totally random and so off course from anything that was happening in the book. She goes to great lengths to mention something sexual each day. Her "attempts" are so far fetched and/or unncessary we are sitting there looking at her like retards. Katie and I were saying next class we should ask something of the likes of, "So, since Gregor is kind of long and hard and also has a head, is he a penis? And does the couch he lies under represent female genitalia? Is he having relations with the couch?!" She also has horrible anger management problems and exerts signs of an abuser. This woman should not be teaching.

In other news, we got our Christmas tree today! :) I already know what one of my "surprises" is. I walked in on my mom wrapping it haha. Nice mom, nice. But it will be a surprise for you, ha!

Plugs: Ryan & April (Oh and Ryan, the story of the Ladies Club is for another day).
Nice eye goodies: 1 2