Music & Movies

(Inspired by a friends blog)

Music all sounds the same. It has the same subject matter, the same thoughts, and some songs even have the same tune or at least similiar tunes. Is nothing original anymore? Probably not, all the original ideas came from Athens, Greek before Jesus was born and the world revolved around mythology and the gods.
It's the same problem with movies, they all have the same plot line. They have become so cliche that just from the previews you can tell how it will end. More often than not you will be right. How can we continue to keep ourselves entertained if the music we hear, the movies we watch, and even the books we read are all basically the same just with different people and details. Maybe that is why our generation is forced to turn to violent videogames and actual violence, and underage drinking, or drugs and sex. Blame the media, my English teacher does.

Poetry... or not

About a week ago I was in a rather goofy mood and was thinking back to a few days before when I had mentioned that I was thinking of writing a poem about my job. I'm sixteen and I work at McDonald's. Let me tell you, I hate it. So anyway, I wrote a poem about how I hate my job and the mindless imbeciles that I am forced to deal with. Most of it is focused from when I'm in the drive-thru window.

The second you arrive
I close my eyes and
take a breath
put on a smile
and give it my best.

Then you leave
and I'm relieved,
until you come again.

It's a nightmare,
the second I'm free
here you come again
and I hide the groan.

I never know what
mood you're in
it changes everytime.
Sometimes you make me want to cry,
rarely my smile is genuine.

But everyday,
five days a week,
I see your many faces
and say "Can I take your order?"
It's a nightmare,

Working here,
helping you
"Do you want fries with that?
How about a drink for a dollar?"
This place is a
nightmare.

Thank you,
have a great day,
Come again.
Please, don't.

And that is my poem "Drive- thru Window"

School, work, sleep...

My days consist of school and work then I get home do school work and then I sleep. But really there has to be more to life then this, or I could be wrong. Maybe thats all life is, you're born, you go to school, you work, and then you die, well thats a little too depressing to see life that way.
We had to write an essay about growing up but growing up is a hard thing to define. I know people in their thirties who are still trying to grow up. I have no idea what growing up is even about. And now I don't really care, I just want to live my life. When I die, few people will remember me and eventually those people will be gone too. So what is the point? Maybe thats why we're here... to discover why we were put here.