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So filled with trials and turbulation. So, I'm watching "Thirteen" on DVD, or maybe I've already seen it— by the time this gets posted it will probably be over. So... I suppose I haven't been paying much attention, because it's been an hour and a half, or more probably, but I barely know anyone's name. I've sort of been playing Tony Hawk 3 on my Lapple (that's my super-awesome word for "Apple laptop") and aggressively NOT watching the movie. It's not that it's bad; I assume it isn't, but seriously, do I have to watch this with my parents? Actually, they're cool about it. I just can't be bothered to care about this film. Okay, a 13 year old girl living in California, is led by her 13 year old friend into a terrifying world of sex, drugs, and very little rock and roll. There is some rap though, but not the cool, socially conscious kind; the kind where it's like, "I'm a tough niggah but my best friend is my nine, I got a van full of bitches, and Shorty's lookin' fine." Hey, that wasn't. I'm going to be a West Coast rapper when I grow up. I'll get killed by some rival rapper from New York, and it will all be rather odd. And they'll make VH1 documentaries about me, and I'll release all these posthumous albums and junk.

So, Thirteen. Anyway, sex, drugs, and very little rock and roll. And I'm all like, "Yeah, whatever. This is way better than going to school fucking every weekday. I mean, you know, my life is very different and all from this, but I know people like this, or know people who contain some of these elements. So what? Fuck you. I guess it's different for parents and junk, probably. Just like, after being out of private school for only one year, I just feel like I don't have the energy to be shocked about anything. So as a shockudrama (shit, I'm coining words like crazy today) I found it generally uninformative. As an acting tour de force, meh. Can't judge. I really wasn't paying much attention. The New York Times said it was good, so, I guess it was probably good. I really wanted to be shocked and disturbed, but I'm pretty sure I wasn't particularly. I mean, if someone I knew, well, knew and liked, were fucked up to that extent, I'd be like, whoa. But in this form, I'm just all, eh. Also, I might have cared more if I had paid attention.

Wow, so this has been a pretty boring post. I hate it when I get all contemplative and soggy. When milk is added.

So, my point was, these girls were really fucked up. I was all like, come on girls, get it together! Stop being so fucked up, pick up the grade point average, and chill with the fucking drugs. And stop with the flesh cutting. Come on, jackass. You wanna hurt yourself, pinch yourself or something.

Well that was probably rather insensitive. I wish I had a big enough readership that someone send me angry emails. But I don't.

Oh yeah! And the goddamn shoplifting. No, never mind, that's okay. I mean, not like good okay, but it's a minor infraction. Well, maybe if you're stealing some lady's handbag, like in the movie, that's not cool. If you steal something valued at more than say, $5.00, no. Not cool. You wanna steal a Charleston Chew? Be my guest. Steal a handbag filled with cash? Well, that's not really shoplifting anyway.

Nicky

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