I got a book today called BURNED. It's by Ellen Hopkins and it's possibly one of the best books I've ever read. I got it second block at the Media Center and have only read in class spare time and I'm already on page 230. I also got the first book in the Georgia Nicholson collection. They're really girly books but Alexandra said they're good, so I'm going to read them.

Lately I've felt so strange. Strange in the head. Am I crazy? Nah, crazy people don't wonder if they're crazy. Do they? Who knows. I'm not violent or anything so I don't think it matters.
Life has just been so lifey lately.
Some would say I'm having a crisis of faith, but 'crisis' kind of has a negative connotation doesn't it? I mean, I don't see it as a crisis. I see it as Enlightenment, Samhadi, Awakening, Sanctification, whatever religious word you want to use. Woody Guthrie is a good singer.
His guitar had a sign on it that said "This Machine Kills Fascists"
Yeah? Well THIS machine kills fascists. Except I'm a Quaker... So THIS machine writes an angry letter to fascists.

You know who I admire?

Thích Quảng Đức

He was a Buddhist monk in Vietnam. Buddhists were being persecuted by the government. So you know what he did in protest?

HE SET HIMSELF ON FIRE
Here's an actual picture. They say he didn't move or say a thing.