Stormi Skye

     Chinese III midterm was today. Of course, I didn't finish. And what I did complete  had to be half wrong. Who knew there was a difference between 'right now' and 'at this moment'? Apparently it has something to do with 'at this moment' being more of like, "at this moment, I am typing" compared with 'right now' being more of a "right now, i am saving this document" except, the 'right now' is used in a reply, i.e Mom: did you do feed the dog? Sam: I am right now (runs to go feed the dog). Like the kid who's got a plate of broccoli and his mom asks if he ate it. "Yes" the kid would say, then cram it into his mouth. Excuse? Whatever. I hate that word.
     The words 'What Ever' just seem so...eww. Like obsession.                 Obsession is such an ugly word.
     So the bell rings and off we go to our fourth period class. We have no yearbook midterm, so here I am, blabbering away while I email my best friend, eat wheat thins with those cute and delicious little baby-bell Gouda cheeses all wrapped in wax, and drink away at the most perfect drink to ever come in a plastic bottle: Vitamin Water. It's 10:10, make a wish. *wish* so anyways, conversations across the room tend to pull me in, not that I'm purposely eavesdropping, but with only seven total people in the class, including the teacher, it's not hard to hear. The topic of names came up. A girl, Codee, said her mom almost named her Stormi Skye. Hah. Mine wanted to name me Brooke Lynn. Like the city...Is that...normal? It seems normal, especially when compared to her FIRST choice; Emocculatta. That was my great grandmother's name on my dad's side. She was Italian. They would've called me Molly. Nothing against all the Molly's out there, but I don't think I would've liked it. I'm good with my own name, and it's given way to some pretty interesting nicknames too. Bizzy-Bee (which is ironic, considering my allergy to bees, wasps, and stinging things with wings) turned to Bizzy, which proceeded to morph (completely unintentionally) into Izzy. I like that. Izzy. It's a long story as to where the Marx came from. And yes, Marx, like the author. Like the founder of the Marxist/pre-communist frenzy. Communism, which would've been successful and flourished if not for the rotten core of the human population. That's right, every person, if given the right tools and environment, corrupts. There is darkness in everyone. But there is also goodness. In EVERYONE. There's good in you and in me. There was goodness in Countess Elizabeth Bathory; the woman helped destitute women and their children who were prisoners of war. There was good in Adolph Hitler; he had a dream for a perfect world, and he was a vegetarian besides, unable to bear the thought of inflicting harm on innocents, ironic as it seems; in his mind, jews, and the others who's death he was responsible for, were less than innocent. There was good in Charles Manson, otherwise he wouldn't have cherished the memory of his mother's hug. Tell me, who then is truly evil?
     Alright-y, time for my nap.