Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leafs a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.
Well I'm sorry I haven’t been posting but I just don’t have something witty/funny/insightful/Outsiders related to say EVERY friggin’ day! That is just the way the cookie crumbles. If you actually read this blog like the one other person I know of who even knows what I’m talking about even when I don’t make any sense cause that was the day I learned to love cheese AND THEN THE MONKEY STOLE MY STRAWBERRIES! Well… now that I have that out of my system…
“I hope I never see Dallas Winston again. If I do I'll... probably fall in love with him.” -Cherry
He liked fights, blondes, and for some unfathomable reason, school. He was still a junior at eighteen and a half and he never learned anything. He just went for kicks. (Ponyboy’s description of Two-bit)
Why would anyone like school? Why would they go for kicks? School was never-ending today and I don’t have a diary (it’s supposed to be good for you) and I need to vent. I know this is an Outsiders blog but hay! I made the dang thing so I can break the rules if anyone can! So here I go. I need to spill guts to you. School dragged on and on today. Math was boring because I’m working ahead. I’m only working ahead because the class is going so slow, I’m not like a teacher’s pet or anything. I have a Spanish project due tomorrow and it isn’t done and I’m supposed to be off-book in drama and that isn’t happening either. AND there is this super weird kid at school who keeps asking me for a hug! When I say “No.” He says, “High-five?” and so I give him a high-five to get him out of my hair. Otherwise school is okay, I’m the director of a video project in drama and I’m pretty good at bossing people around as it turns out! Who would have thought it? (*sarcasm*) With my naturally bossy demeanor, and my controlling personality type I thought I would be terrible director! Oh well! Here is an Outsiders quote just in case there is an angry mob forming on the other side of this deserted blog.
~Elise (Stay gold!)
“I used to talk about killing myself all the time, man. But I don't wanna die now. It ain't long enough. Sixteen years ain't gonna be long enough. Hell, I wouldn't care so much if there hadn't been so many things I haven't done yet. So many damn things I ain't seen or done. That time when we were in Windrixville was the only time I've ever been away from my neighborhood."
When something is real you know it! And when it's not sometimes you want it to be real so badly that start believe it. When Johnny died I pretty much convinced myself that it was like the end of the Bourne Ultimatum and Johnny was just gonna sit up and say "PSYCH! I got you good!" But he didn't and I wouldn't believe it. I started to cry hoping it would change the words on the page but I still didn’t believe it. In my mind Johnny was in a beach house somewhere laughing it up with Elvis Presley and Michael Jackson. However, just because I believed it didn’t make it true. When Dally committed suicide I gave up on Johnny and felt unforgivably guilty but I knew it must be true. The truth is a tricky thing. It can be misinterpreted, bent, broken, twisted, and flat out destroyed. But sometimes there is more than one right way of looking at the truth. I could have looked at those two unexpected deaths as depressing and stupid, or I could look at them as the start of something – a fresh start. Thank you S.E. Hinton! You made me look at life differently!
***Dallas lit a cigarette and handed it to Johnny. Everyone sat down to have a smoke and relax. A smoke always lessens the tension I had quit trembling and my color was back. The cigarette was calming me down. Two-Bit cocked an eyebrow. "Nice-lookin' bruise you got there, kid."
I touched my cheek gingerly. "Really?"
Two-Bit nodded sagely. "Nice cut, too. Makes you look tough."
Tough and tuff are two different words. Tough is the same as rough; tuff means cool, sharp—like a tuff-looking Mustang or a tuff record. In our neighborhood both are compliments.***
What would you rather be Tuff or Tough? Personally I would rather be Tuff. Tuffness is wearing cool shades and slicking your hair back. I mean hasn't everyone wished they were cooler? I have! Pretty much every day in fact! When I get up in the morning and look in the mirror I think "Golly, I wish I looked tuff!" When I get to school I look around and see the "cool" kids and wish I were one of them… being Ponyboy however, I would be glad I looked tough. In his decade and… well… situation that would be completely awesome on every level! Would you rather be tuff or tough? That is the question!
~Elise (Stay gold!)
P.S. Please leave a comment to tell whether you would rather be Tuff or Tough! Tell me why!
