I just got done watching the breakfast club. A fundamentally stupid movie, but for someone who looks too deep into matters, a thought provoking movie. Yeah, I’m stupid, I know. Whose brain starts percolating after watching that movie? Well, mine obviously. I guess I’m just starved for any sort of contact at the moment. Five months is a long freaking time to be isolated from everything. If I had the option of going out and about, I’d probably choose not to. Funny really. But back to the movie. Kids are raised by there parents, most turn into there parents sometime down the road. Others escape this fate, though rare. But even if they do escape that, they still carry some tiny trace of how they were brought up. Be it something so off the wall as playing country music while fixing breakfast on Sundays, like my mother. She strived so hard to be anything but how her parents were, and turned into a overbearing, iron fisted control freak. My step dad inherited his mothers cynical and acidicly sarcastic outlook on life. Me, I’ve inherited my fathers major flaws. Multiplying my own flaws by just knowing they exist, not to mention his fathers nervous problem. Combined with my mothers temper problems, you’ve got a twitchy little man who is as likely to run away as he is to fly off the handle in a blind rage. Again, back to the movie, can’t seem to keep a solid thought train going. (Yes, I’m very easily distracted by my thoughts) Another thing, High School is a freaking breeding ground for hostile differences. You are either; a prep, a jock, a nerd, a fruit, a goth, a punk, or some sort of orbiter. You can’t just be yourself. Then once your broken down into that category, you have to flow with it. Unless, you’re an orbiter. Orbiters get to do what ever the fuck with out the criticism of their peers. Mainly because they don’t fit like puzzle pieces together. They’re just to far off to match up easily, sure, there are some coalitions, but really… nothing cohesive. (Wow, Blaise is becoming a sociologist… @#$%!) But say you stick one of each group into a Saturday detention, like in the movie. You’ll get friction, like in the movie. They’ll divvy themselves up, preps to jocks, nerds (of whatever branch) together. Goths and punks, etc, etc, etc. They won’t mingle beyond that, its that simple. Its like a high school creed. Like sticks to like, and fuck everyone else. (Ok… Losing the train of thought… again) The movie just doesn’t connect with high school standards anymore. Not feasible, and even if they did get all tight nit and joyous about melding there differences, well hell, they’ll just fragment again during school. The whole movie is just so goddamn unbelievable. Not to mention the principle would be fired with seconds ‘cause kids now have cell phones. I mean really… that or so belittled and ridiculed by those who honestly don’t give a rats ass about being stuck in Saturday detention. Never underestimate the powers of an emotional underestimated ignored kid. They’ll snap, and its always volatile. (Where I’m going anymore, I don’t know, somebody stop me!) Anyways, all this freaking ranting was inspired by a stupid freaking movie. I’ve got way to much time on my hands… Someone put me out of my misery –laughs-

Blaise out.