Should I be upset? No.

I feel justified.

No, better yet, I feel free of any attachments I ever had to Root.

For the longest time I had been convincing myself that even though he is a major douche at times, he was still the "principled, wickedly intelligent guy that could inflict the carnage of a machine gun with his words."

Principled? Maybe. I found out that he's been "seeing" this freshman at my school, but not dating her due to the fact that he's turning 20 in the fall. I don't know.... I guess he's going to wait for her to grow up? Meanwhile she's apparently not waiting because she's slept with a handful of guys since they've been "seeing" each other. Kudos to him if he hasn't slept with her yet! According to the dictionary principled is defined as: imbued with or having moral principles. The question is, what is his personal definition of morality? Knowing him it would have to do with something involving Kant. Lucky for him Kant never mentioned anything about loose party girls, so I think Root's sense of morality isn't on the fritz.

Wickedly intelligent? Perhaps, but his choice in girls makes me want to question his true intelligence. I wonder if he knows that this girl, who most likely only wants to make him her flavor of the month, is seeing someone else on the side....? In fact, before she goes out to party on the weekends she most likely spends time cuddling with her current boy toy. This week it's a freshman boy in my spanish class. He's sweet. I wonder if he knows that Root is "seeing" her. Root has a plethora of knowledge at his disposal to dispense and share at his whim. That being said, why can't he find a nice, respectable, non-skanky girl to be with?

Now onto his skill in rhetoric. Root could easily sway whatever opinion I have, but now? Knowing that even he is susceptible to skanky party girls just makes me want to laugh. He always walks around with an air of "I'm going somewhere in life, I am greatness unfolding before you," and I laugh now to think that he is the one for once, being played. His words could lead a revolution, but with a not-so pristine reputation of partying and "seeing" skanky underaged girls.... Well you get the picture.

He likes to talk big, act like he's making a difference, when in reality he's just some party boy in between the stages of growing up. He could be a genius, he could be the next great orator, but I doubt he has the follow through and drive for that. I used to put him on a pedestal in my mind, holding myself up to his vague preset standards of where I should be in my life, but that's over now.

The thing that makes me the happiest about this revelation is the fact that I am now justified in my disdain for him. He is no longer someone I wish to emulate or draw inspiration from. I once said that I could listen to him talk for hours and stand inspired and moved to create, but now knowing where that mouth has been? No thank you. I'll find myself another muse skilled in the art of rhetoric and rebellion.

What? Taxes?

Oh Natalie Dee, you draw out my thoughts in more of a creative way than I could ever do.

In my hometown recently some tea-partiers were protesting against an upcoming bond to update and renovate parts of my high school because it would raise property tax.

I can't say much on the matter because of the fact that I'm a minor, and I don't have to pay property taxes, but my school could REALLLLLY use the money.

I wish there was enough money to go around, but the truth is there isn't. Taxes are needed to improve public systems such as roads, libraries, and schools.... It's sad that people are more concerned about money than they are their children's education.

Things about this week

• The Texas Assessment of Knowledge and Skill (TAKS) testing week just happens to be going on during Epic April's Star Wars Week on G4, so I'm conflicted internally on whether I should rejoice, or cry at my bad luck. I'm pretty sure I aced my tests though!
• There's this girl in my Spanish 2 class who is CONSTANTLY complimenting me on how I look. For Example: "You're very pretty!" "You look nice today!" "You're outfit looks good on you!" and each time I just say "Er, thanks" awkwardly.
• I have finally admitted out loud how paranoid I am of people hating me. Not that it hurts my feelings, I'm just afraid of someone strangling me (desperate housewives style) because of my personality quirks and constant need to be witty at the expense of others. Irrational fear of death? Probably.
• This guy that I used to have a mondo crush on is going out with someone :/ I came to terms with the fact that I could never go out with him because of Red, a mutual friend would totally cock block me. Even though I have accepted this fact, I still feel crummy inside whenever I see this stupid FB notification reminding me that HEY, this really awesome guy is dating this other girl, and you can't do anything about it.
• It is totally not cool that it is more socially acceptable for guys to be sluts than it is for girls.
• Referring to the bullet above the previous bullet, my friend Andria gave me great advice: Just because they have a goalie(is that how you spell it?) doesn't mean you can't score.
• Also, when trying to convey the significance in height difference between 6'1 and 5'8 my friend Andria said: "That's 5 whole inches!!! That's like.... a really small penis!"