I don’t get the joke

My sister is a freshman. It takes a lot just to admit that we’re related, much less actually have a gym class with her, but I am surviving. It just when she whips out her freshman humor I am really put over the edge. Now, I don’t know if this is specific to her and her friends or is a wild epidemic throughout all high school freshman, but they think they have mastered the art of humor. But it’s not humor they have mastered, it’s randomness. Everyday I am awoken by her best friend romping into our shared room and chattering about who knows what. Today it was Newton’s First Lawn of Motion. Yesterday it was metallic jellybeans. Tomorrow it will probably be ice cream flavored underwear. My sister’s side of the room is smothered in pictures drawn by her buddies. They depict a violent ghetto shooting under the skittles rainbow, politically incorrect accusations of race, a listing of different kinds of consumable meat products with arrows pointing to non correlating images. Who in the world told these children that greeting your friend with ‘Guten tag, you are my child, smell my armpits’ is uproariously funny? After living with it for so long I sometimes find myself saying two of my sister’s favorites: cheese or pickles at various intervals. I suggest these troubled teens have an intervention with Ellen DeGeneres and Lewis Black, giving them a chance to cleanse this ever growing epidemic that started with inside jokes and has lead to mass hysteria. Please, stop the random, start the funny.

The boy who would be a friend

It has been a strange set of days in the Corinne world. I’ve encountered a lot of skepticism, inconsideration and blind philistinism in the past week. I feel like there are so many intricacies in trying to maintain a healthy high school friendship, more than any passerby could ever gather from one glance. A certain sect of high school friendships, I have found, are the boy-girl friendships. High sexual tension reigns over the majority of high school students, it becomes almost a manic push to deny any feelings, what-so-ever, even friendship. And bringing ex-girlfriends and ex-boyfriends into the matter adds a whole new level of complications. Blatantly, I’ll state I am trapped in a sort of “love triangle” (if you could even call it that) being friends with a boy and fairly close acquaintances with his ex-girlfriend. I find myself thanking god daily for the quickening arrival of my departure to Chicago and Elmhurst, but I know it shouldn’t be like this. Being friends with a boy shouldn’t be a crime, especially if that boy is single, but even when he is in a relationship. Not every girl is a two cent gutter slut looking to ’steal yo man’. It has been quite a hassle and has made me reconsider my whole friendship with said boy, which I think is incredible sad. The fact I must judge if the flack from some people outweighs my friendship with him (and vice-versa) is a depressing outlook, but very real. Unfortunately, each situation is its own and no one can direct me in this matter. I will have to muddle through then bequeath all my gained knowledge to my younger sister. All I can do is hope she will face these situations with more poise than I, perhaps saving her from as much annoyance and trouble as possible. All I can do is wait and see what happens from here!

Trying to earn a living

In one of my many brainstorms with Higgy we stumbled upon the idea of concert photography. We both enjoy and know something about photography and who doesn’t love concerts? It’s a bit of a stretch but we might just be able to convince some local bands to let us photograph them in action. It would a fun way to make a little extra cash for my great spring break excursion to the Grand Canyon. Or maybe a lot of extra cash.

Photography

I dabble in photography when I get the chance. Here are a couple of my favorites!

I’ll Fly Away

Trapped Water and Light

Woods

Defined by Music?

In order to introduce myself more clearly, I will use musical references.

School Life: Attending my last semester of high school as a senior at Kirkwood High School I find myself grappling for any notion of what life will be like outside of Kirkwood’s bubble. I would consider my schooling best compared to The Beatles. The most quintessential of classic rock, this group made music only a few short years but made a lasting impact on all of humanity. High school is a classic environment most everyone experiences, but effects each student in a profound (or not so profound) way.

Social Life: Drinking under the age of 21 is quite illegal. Unfortunately, that fact has never stopped anyone who really wanted to get good and hammered. I will compare my social life to the jaded, teenage rock of Nirvana. I am a drifter between several “groups” within and without my high school leaving me hard up for a friend at times, but I struggle on and find myself to be a pretty strong loner. This brings to mind the heart sore “I’m so lonely but that’s okay, I shaved my head and I’m not sad,” lyrics the ill fated Kurt Cobain once sang.

Future Plans/Dreams: Most people’s dreams tend to be on the brighter side. I mean I’m just guessing here, but who hopes to break their leg, you know? So, what more fitting sound than the wonderfully talented, uplifting Tom Petty? Petty’s sound is so unique it catches you off guard, but it seems familiar and comforting at the same time. His song Wildflowers shows his simple outlook on life, “You belong among the wildflowers, you belong in a boat out at sea. Sail away, kill off the hours, you belong somewhere you feel free.” It is his classic sound combined with his powerfully simple lyrics that appeal to me, making me feel as if my whole future is wide open, a blank page for me to write on. My plans of one day becoming an English teacher and published author seem very reasonable when listening to Petty.

Family Life: I am a stuck in the middle girl, right between an older brother and a younger sister. My family life has always been fairly normal, a suburban household with two dogs and three blond kids. Keller Williams’ acoustic folk rock sound is the perfect soundtrack to my plain family life. But his goofiness (IE the song Bob Rules, Love Handles or Moving Sidewalk) shows there is no such thing as a normal family.

There is so much more to say, but at the risk of boring you, I’ll call it quits while I am ahead. I hope these small summaries have given you some insight into my musical tastes and maybe even my life.