"Do Dogs Go to Heaven? Is there a Heaven?"
"Do dogs go to heaven? Does my dog even deserve to go to heaven? It was rabies. Not my dog. My dog is not a killer. He was a good dog. Oh wait. . .is there even a heaven?? Oh my god we are all going to die someday?!!?!? What's going to happen to us?? Nothingness!?!? Maggot Food?!?! Good Grief!! Whats the point of all this if we just end up dying anyway?? This is all so overwhelming! Somebody help me. Just listen. That's all I want." - CB
"I just want to play..."
"I just want to make music. If by some chance I met God, or he came to me in a vision, and told me there was only one thing I could do for the rest of my life and to choose immediately, my answer would be, "Make music." The first time I heard music, it was my father playing the piano. He would always play Beethoven and tell me, "This is you! This is yours!" I must have been three. It was my father who taught me how to play, always Beethoven, Bach, or Mozart. I can't play those songs now. My mother says I used to, but when I try it's just not in my fingers. It's just as well; to this day when I hear Beethoven I become irrevocably sad, nauseous at times. We used to have a piano in our house. I used to play every day. Brahms, Wagner, Chopin. I always connected with Fryderyk Chpoin's music. I'm unsure why. When my father was taken away, and we had only my mother's part time receptionist salary, the piano was sold to ensure at least another few months in our home. The only times I can play now is at school, during our 47 minute lunch breaks. It's not perfect, but I suppose it will have to do for now.
In the winter of 1838, Chopin was taken to the island of Majorca by his girlfriend, a feminist who went by the pseudonym George Sand. The intent of the trip was to improve Chopin's deteriorating physical condition. When the deeply religious townsfolk of Majorca discovered that the couple were not married, they became inhospitable, making accommodations difficult to find. This resulted in the Chopin and Sand, as well as Sand's two children, lodging in a scenic yet stark and cold former Carthusian monastery in Valldemossa. This time in the couple's relationship is described as "turbulent and miserable", but I can't imagine anything nicer than a monastery all my own. All the way in Valldemossa, wherever that is. Where no one could find me. Where I could make music until the last breath leaves my body."
- Beethoven
In the winter of 1838, Chopin was taken to the island of Majorca by his girlfriend, a feminist who went by the pseudonym George Sand. The intent of the trip was to improve Chopin's deteriorating physical condition. When the deeply religious townsfolk of Majorca discovered that the couple were not married, they became inhospitable, making accommodations difficult to find. This resulted in the Chopin and Sand, as well as Sand's two children, lodging in a scenic yet stark and cold former Carthusian monastery in Valldemossa. This time in the couple's relationship is described as "turbulent and miserable", but I can't imagine anything nicer than a monastery all my own. All the way in Valldemossa, wherever that is. Where no one could find me. Where I could make music until the last breath leaves my body."
- Beethoven
"I want to be a platypus..."
"Why do I want to be a platypus?...uh because platypus' are extraordinary creatures. Did you know that they are the only mammals that lay eggs? I want to be unique, unlike all these followers at my school...picking on people to make themselves feel better and worrying about being popular. I might not know yet where I belong in this world, but I do know one thing...I refuse to be ordinary." - CB's Sister
"Nirvana is the way, man...."
"Duuuuude... Do you ever feel like people just don't "get it?" Like, everyone is so caught up in their own their own bullshit, they don't realize how trivial it all is. People just need to light one up and relax, and realize that this material world doesn't matter. You need to learn to let go; we are all one with the universe, man. That much stress and worry can eat a person alive. Hold up... I think my French bread pizza is done." - Van
"Fire is bad..... NOT!"
"Am I sorry about setting that little red-headed girl's hair on fire? Do I regret blazing that bitches locks, torching her tresses, lighting that ugly, red mop? It was one of the most amazing sights I have ever witnessed. So, no, I'm not sorry. I would do it again in an instant. If that makes me crazy, I can live with that."
-Van's Sister
-Van's Sister
"I'm like, totally smart."
"Can you keep a secret?? Like, hand-on-your-heart, drop some E, totally major type of secret?...I’m, like, super smart. Really. And it’s not cool at all. If anyone was to find out I was smart, I was different…Well, I’d be screwed – and not in the good way! Sometimes I slip up and let the genius out, which traces back to my advanced cognitive development and facilitated acquisition of historical accuracies that…Shit. I did it again! I mean, like, I just use my brain and stuff…Anyways, I’m always down for a party, so I’m totally sure you’ll see me and Tricia around. See ya on the flip side!" - Marcy
"I hate Frieda Fat Ass...."
"I mean, like, where does she even get off thinking it's okay to get out of bed in the morning?! It's not like anybody actually wants to see her fat rolls jiggling down the halls every-f&%$ing-day! If I were her, I wouldn't even bother! And, what the f$%k is with the Spandex she wears every f-ing day?! It's, like, the most disgusting thing I've ever seen! Just the sight of her in those camel-toe inducing threads makes me lose my appetite! Ugh... I mean, try to leave SOMETHING to the imagination! I can see her fatty f$%#ing-fatty disgusting v-jay!
Hmmmm....
I mean, gross!" - Tricia
Hmmmm....
I mean, gross!" - Tricia