compare, compare, compare.

                       Because i know my reading club which was specifically designed so we would have "professional arguments" with each other, (in other words we can't agree on anything and we never stop fighting (physicaly and verbaly) and we never get along and are all completely annoyed and mad at each other yelling a vast majority of the hour or two we spend attempting to discuss ethics and all that philosophical shinanagaz) i have took it upon myself to read the diary of Anne frank. yes. after a looooong look at the cover, i decided that i would invade this girl's life, go into her diary and read through it and "listen" to her talk about her inner most thoughts and predicaments. But i figured it's okay because it's like a best seller or something. but at the same time, i feel weird because it was sort of her diary. she meant it to be between her and her diary. But i mean,...yeah. So that's my plan. Well, actually not my whole plan, during my first couple of sentences into the book, i realized that Anne frank is about my age, and i wanted to read up to Anne Frank's fourteenth birthday by my birthday because my 13th memories are fresh in my mind and i thought it would be a good idea because i can compare and contrast our lives, see who she was as a 13 year old and take into consideration the time difference, the situations and all. -i just thought it would be cool. so then, on my next birthday i could read her life as a fourteen year old and compare it too mine. i can already assume that we will have some common ground because most teenagers have the same problems, the same thoughts the same worries. but Anne frank. she had to deal with the whole world war two thing. that's a LOT. so I'm just looking forward to relating to this girl and i feel like if i don't read it NOW,  my experience of reading it when I'm older will be a lot different. but I'm pretty exited to try this out. i feel like it's going to be pretty cool and all. we'll see how it turns out.