music is my imaginary friend

It's pretty cool how music connects people. Yesterday was my mom's birthday, so she and my dad went out to dinner. There is virtually no food at my house, so Emily and I went to Hunan to get some Chinese. When we came out, we walked back to her car and then a guy in the parking space stopped us and said, "Sex Pistols, huh?" (Emily has a Sex Pistols sticker on the back of her car.) Then he was telling us about how he had tickets to see them in Seattle once, but the show right before that was when they broke up. He was also saying that either he or his cousin (I can't remember which) met Johnny Rotten once. I always think it's so cool how people are connected by music.

I'm not going to get all high and mighty about liars, cause I know I lie a lot. What pisses me off though, is teachers who totally go back on their word. Like Mrs. Krim. She told us that we wouldn't have to write anything for Fahrenheit 451. She told us that we'd have a discussion of the book, then move on to our multi-genre papers. We just finished writing two poems and an essay. Now we're starting memoirs. I'm sorry, but what the hell?!? She never told us we'd have to do any of this.