"She's in love, and the world gets blurry
She makes mistakes, and she's in no hurry to grow up
'Cause grownups, they don't understand her
Well it's a big, big world out there, but she's not scared...
She finds hope in the strangest places
She reads her books, and she knows the faces
Of everyone that ever said she's alone
She knows every word to the saddest songs
And she sings along, though her friends all tell her
That she can't sing...
She's eighteen, much too young
To know what a kiss like that would mean
But her lips, they were no stranger to the touch
And she likes it way too much."
--Mayday Parade, So Far Away

Friday, October 26, 2007

Why I Hate Sea Mullosks

Stupid English class. We read "The Chambered Nautilus" today, by Oliver Wendell Holmes. Yes, I understand the meaning (shed your shell and release the past! let go of the old! build your new shell for the future!). But that definitely doesn't mean I have to like it.

Honestly. It's about a sea mullosk. Who has the time to write about a sea mullosk?

So, so irritating. If you're going to spend time writing, write about something interesting. Not a stupid chambered nautilus.

I even feel stupid for writing about writing about a sea mullosk. ARGH.

How am I supposed to "shed my shell" like a sea mullosk? Shedding their shell is just what they do. They don't have to worry about school or grades or teachers or parents or college or stupid extra-curriculars. All they have to do is survive and grow a new shell every once in awhile.

If you want me to be like a sea mullosk, let me shed. If I tried to put the past behind me now, I'd be forever trapped right here. It can't happen unless I want to totally destroy my future.

WHY CAN'T I BE AS SIMPLE AS A CHAMBERED NAUTILUS?

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