Sherri is absolutely right. Life stagnates, grows mouldy, then decays like the left overs at the back of the refrigerator. It attracts bugs, crumbles, mutates, and then it... Well, we'll leave it at that. My point is, boredom does strange things to you.

At the moment, I can't believe my wonderous powers of procastination. I have yet to start on homework, and I refuse to practice for my musical performances. I have to admit. I annoy myself with my antics sometimes.

Alas, the beginning of the new school year is once again nibbling on my tail. And has begun to take big chomps too. I guess I don't mind the waking up, and the homework and what-not nearly as much as I detest having to face 26 other pre-adolescents who are so wrapped up in their own world of cliques, phony pledges of everlasting friendship, 'music' which falls short of any melody. Equally annoying are the people who 'sSpEll lEikk diis'.

During the holidays, one of my visiting friend's classmates has called me 'cold-blooded' and rendered 'incapable of loving' very recently. I do not take these statements as insults, but rather as causes to reflect upon the true meaning of this overrated 'Love'.

There are those strange lines which almost everyone uses too often. Lines which usually have something to do with love and relationships. Lines like 'Dear Santa, I hope he fits in the bag' and 'All she wanted was for his eyes to follow her'. What is it about this so-called 'Love' that teenagers are so facinated with? If the definition can be found in those two lines which I have copied from a site, then I'm afraid I'll just have to call in the alarmclock we know as Reality.

Let's face it.
A crush is an initial burst of pheromones followed by a reluctancy to part with an being of such sentimental value, having weathered time with an individual, that the feeling may be known as affection.
Other than that, a crush is still a crush. Love cannot be without the enduring trials of time. That would be known as 'Superficial Love', which I believe is a contradiction in terms. Love that cannot, or even actively refuses to look past appearances. Which is why teenage girls are particularly susceptible to falling for their false idols. The singers who cannot sing. The actors who cannot speak fluently, not to mention act.

Some religions even preach that 'Love', among many other things such as a 'soul', is reserved exclusively for humans, or anthromorphic beings. Such arrogance is pitiful. Humans are no different from wild animals. The more humans believe that they are different, the lower they fall into the 'Beast' category, should the usual definition of the term be used. The very one which humans describe other animals as- Wild, savage and where survival of oneself is of utmost importance.
Of course, 'Humans' as a term is extremely general. Either way, I still do not understand the flush of pheromones teenagers call 'Love'.(Please stop calling me Goth. I despise stereotyping.)

And to my dearest friend- "A toast to your great achievements. Now, do we have any butter?"