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Sunday, January 16

Sorry.

I'm sorry, you guys, but I can't continue this blog. Oh, more like, I don't WANT to continue this blog. I like writing in it, but it feels like a wasted effort if only three people read it - Eli, Nicole, and Betsy. (I'm sorry if anyone else reads it too, but I only seem to be getting recognition from those three.) Oh yes, and Alex. But I don't know you. So, I might change my mind tomorrow and just delete this post, or whatever, but don't count on it. So, adieu, adios, ttyl, email me at my school email if you really want me to continue this, but until then...

The ironic thing about pool parties is that no one stays in the pool. It's all about the hot tub. If you aren't in the hot tub, you just aren't in. You aren't sizzlin'. You aren't smokin'. You aren't hot. You aren't even cool. You're just.....lukewarm. Old oatmeal. Mushy cereal. The next round of Bachelor episodes. You're just a lame-o doing the doggie paddle on top of a noodle.
Aka me.
Not that i care or anything. I'm down with the noodles. I'm even down with being lukewarm. Hey, you could even say i'm down with doing the doggie paddle. But what i'm not down with is Go-Gurt. I never truly realized how nasty that stuff is. I mean, when i think yogurt, i think cylinder container filled with about an ounce of creamy, dairy goodness. When i think Go-Gurt, i think strawberry flavored Rocket Power kids sweat. Even Dannon's Drinkable Yogurt is better than that stuff. I mean, at least it's called yogurt. But i wouldn't mind a little sample of the solid kind.
I also wouldn't mind being a Hottubber. But we all know that's never going to happen.
So yea, i went to a pool party tonight. And i spent about three fourths of it IN the pool. It kind of reminded me of this one time in second grade. The teacher asked the class if it were true or false that flamingos are pink because they eat shrimp. I raised my hand for true. I was the only one. Everyone else was all like "False, you moron." And even though i KNEW that i was right, the little Falsos sort of put a dent in my ego for a spilt second. I mean, maybe i was wrong. Maybe the Falsos really knew their stuff. Maybe i was a moron. Maybe flamingos were pink for other reasons besides eating shrimp.
But like i said, it only dented my ego for a split second. As it turned out, i was right. And i got a gold star that day for 'sticking with my gut feeling', or as i liked to put it 'making the Falsos eat their words'.
So i did it again. I stayed in the pool. Screw the majority. I was invited to a pool party and therefore i would party in the pool. Not in the hottub. Not by the little artificial waterfall thing. Not by that box of munchkins. The pool. Noodles and all.
I guess not sticking with the majority isn't always the greatest way to go. It takes a lot of courage. But it sure as hell makes you feel like less of a follower. And even if no one else copies your polka dot speedo look, it doesn't mean you aren't a winner. If you stick with your gut feeling, if you truly believe that polka dot speedos are the hip and happenin' thing, then by golly go for it. Wear that polka dot speedo like you never will again. Dance to that Ricky Martin Song. Eat that tripe. Hey, and while you're at it, jump in that pool. Because, hell yes, you are a winner.

[listening to: "How to be dead" Snow Patrol]


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