In my younger and more vulnerable years...

Do you think that when he wrote Gatsby, Fitzgerald intended for it to be ripped apart by a bunch of 16 year olds in cinderblock classrooms? It seems to me that it impedes on the meaning of the words, make's them a little bit worthless. And irony seems to be way to abundant lately, and I'm kind of enjoying it, even if it does throw me off a little; straightening hair with a curling iron is just the tip of the iceberg. On a slightly related note: am I the only one who's seeing apocalyptical signs these days? Everything's jumping out at me, newstory headlines and car crash corners, I've got a growing list of omens everyday, and they're starting out too earley for my liking. But speaking of ironic omens, how is it possible to get 17 inches of rain (symbolism much?) and have such an exigency just 500 miles north? I don't quite understand how you can't believe in global warming yet. But I guess that's one of those "family secret" topics we'll sweep under the rug again, along with Hillary, abortion, music, and Spirit. Play hard Pray harder sounds like bullshit to me. And God, here's October. "It was an hour of profound human change, and excitement was generating on the air." 140 days left.