today is such an off day. my friends thought i was kidding when i stated that i was NOT gonna come to school...ha! guess i showed them. so ya know what they did to get me back? they all called me at lunch and called me a great big LOSER lol. yeah about 5 of them all at once. glad to have great friends like that. i feel like my environment is beginning to succeed in sucking me into it. well for starters to explain i guess u need to know that i live in arkansas....the country part of it. well the REALLY country part of it at least. its pathetic cuz everywhere i turn theres country music- for example RIGHT NOW the workers across the street have KSSN country playin so loud i can hear it over the construction....sad thing is i know the words..all of them. also i went to the mall hoping for a break from country and a lil twist of city....cowboys at the mall- hats, boots, wranglers....the whole nine yards. ok so then i figure come home watch some good movies......all the pretty horses? nope too country-ish....how about clint eastwood? NO! umm.....oh john wayne....what part of not country did you understand? so ok i settle for watchin my favorite movie, forrest gump. stupid me- anyone who's seen the movie knows that forrest gump lives in GreenBow, Alabama in a big white house that looks like a plantation house and a driveway lined with oak trees (im guessin on that one) thats dirt. and plus, have u ever heard forrest gump TALK?! i mean COME ON! sad thing is i can understand the boy- in fact i realized the other day that i can understand a LOT of country talk. too much prolly for my own good. in school we're readin this book called All Over Bout the Shoutin'......straight up and down countrified if i ever read a book. i can understand the slang, the nick names for things (hamhock, chewer, etc.) and i can even relate to the book. the book is about the guys mother that was born, raised, and married durin the great depression for Christ's sake! talkin bout being so poor that his momma would pick cotton and this is a white woman we're talking about- not just cuz she needed the money or cuz she didn't go to school and couldnt get any other job....but because she HAD to. we're talkin back when white families has just as many if not more children that black families did......and men didnt drink around their children cuz it'd set the wrong idea for rearin them, when men wouldnt be there for the birth of children and instead would be out toastin with their buddies bout the new life. its funny cuz in the book it talks about the two different types of southern language: one being where you stress the "r's" is a word and if possible, add more into it......like in the name Juanita they called her "Niter" and two being where you simply forget the "r's" altogether........like in mother, it become "muh tha" ....and you'd drag the word out til you could damn near be called a slow speaker. that was the traditional southern. i can speak that. i was told yesterday by my friends that i have the strongest and funniest accent of southerners at my school cuz apparently it just pops up outta nowhere. i told them i didnt have an accent anymore cuz since i moved from complicated, nowhereville (smalltown i used to live in) i trained myself to speak "city" more often than not and i swore up and down that i didnt have an accent no more....so we asked a nonpartisan bystander and supposedly when i said "hey. do i have an accent?" the words were so country that the boy couldnt even understand what i said. now that just made my day downright pathetic....which actually can be made worse because if i have the strongest accent at my school then ill be damned cuz my school is made up of rednecks, stoners, and preps- all of which are country as Hell. theres 3 parts that go to my school: ferndale which we like to label The Sticks cuz its just a buncha woods that stretch out forever, Roland which is the opposite direction and is a huge Drug fest but so small that walkin around playin horse shoes and nuthin but boots, jeans, and a camo hat AINT abnormal, and west city which is somewhere in between. i live on the roland side of west city but i hope that someone stops me dead in my tracks before i EVER turn into a Rolandite cuz im from another city altogether that can whoop all three's ass with the country...wait. why the hell am i braggin bout bein more country??????? shit.....see what i mean. my environment is reelin me in ......so slowly that i barely notice...........