2 posts tagged “freaks and geeks”

Today was really long.  Monday's at Duke you have all your classes for forty-five minutes.  So you feel like you've been in school forever.  Not to mention if your sister Alice has to go in at ungodly 7:30.  She gets mad cause I complain about it but it's really annoying.  Anyway.  Today in arts block I had to be with the second years, the majority of whom I don't like.  Most of them are fashion obsessed-conceited-rude girls.  And I can live with them, I just don't like to.  I'm watching Cracker.  It's so addicting I love it.  Robbie Coltrane is hella-tight.

I love Michael Chabon.  I haven't been able to read any books because they're a little long for me but I love his voice.  His story on The American Life was so good.  My friends laugh at me because I have crushes on writers not Adam Brody.  I can't help how I feel.

They also laugh at how much I know about
Buffy
Paul Feig
David Sedaris
The Beatles
George Harrison
Ira Glass
The Wainwright's in general
Brent Runyon
The Coen Brothers
Judd Apatow
Freaks and Geeks
Mike White
Todd Snider

And a lot more.  But there laughing is more like slapping me on the back and saying, "Margaret, you're like Joan Cusack,"  or just, "You're a nerd."

Nice, huh?

There's this girl my friend and I call Chesty LaRue (for obvious reasons) and she totally skipped Health Class today.
C'mon Chesty!

It's Saturday, which makes me extremely happy.  Yesterday in Literary Media we watched Freedom Writers, which I've already seen, but many people hadn't.  It's one of those freakishly hopeful movies.

The burn I got from taking banana bread out of the oven is looking very disgusting. I asked my dad when it would heal and he point to a pink mark on his arm and said, "whenever this heals."  Thanks, dad, helpful. 

Yesterday was official get high day.  Or is it unofficial.  I've never done pot.  I don't really want to.  I have a feeling for me it would be less The Breakfast Club and more Freaks and Geeks.

I think my dad is mad at me.  I don't know why.  Maybe it's because he thinks I don't help out enough, which is crap.  When my brother, Charles was in high school, he got home and ordered people around when he wasn't sulking in his room.  If my sister wasn't out with her friends she would be watching television.  So it's really annoying when my parents blame me and my twin sister for not cleaning up.

I mean, c'mon.  My mom buys incredulous amounts of books and tables and chairs.  She fills the house with CRAP.  And I'm not cleaning up enough?  I'm sorry, but really.  I try not to get mad at them and stuff bu they are just so ANNOYING.  Jesus.  It's just really stupid.  Because I try SO hard in school, and in writing and just being nice to people so when they blame ME?!

I really do try hard in school which is why I only got one B and the rest A's.  Which is eight A's.

My mom is totally insane have I mentioned?  She is/was manic depressive.  I love them both but it's just so unfair.  They so clearly love my older sister more then any one else.  It just really hurts.  Because I try SO goddamn hard.  And they just pat me on the back and say good job.

I don't expect them to understand me I just expect them to try.

Lord.  Okay sorry, extreme teenager emotions.  But if you've ever been fifteen you should understand.

Sigh.

Oh yeah, the title of this post, "We are writer's writing!" comes from the literary department head, she's completely crazy but in a good way.