Sometimes people ask me,
"So Zenith, how dose it feel being a blonde?'
and I tell them,
I couldn't tell you for I've never been anything but. I think its nice... but I could be wrong, my brain may be stuck in a rut. To be blonde is to be light-headed, to wonder about, to and fro, not that a ginger or a brunet would know. I think when I think, and don't when I can't... at least that what I thought. But that's not the case, at least not according to this How to be a Smart Blonde DVD that I bought. To be blonde is to breath, *in, and out, in, and out* in through the nose, and out through the mouth. I am a smart one though, so says my blond friend; but according to a ginger I once met I am a dead end. I don't know what she meant, but I don't think it was very nice, but I take a self-defense class for special people so mean girls better think twice. Being blonde is great, my brain flips off and on, the best part is I can control it when my school day runs to long. In my head, shiny things are shinier, and tiny things are tinnier... and my brain is the size of a peanut... I mean watermelon. My daddy says I'm smart... but he also said he'd fix the leaky roof... Whatever, I'm pretty sure I'm smart -the D I got on my test is proof. Daddy says it stands for "Did my best," and to take my meds and to go and rest. And when I sleep I get even smarter-er, in my dreams no one calls me a terror or tarter. In my dreams I even have a girlfriend but mommy keeps telling me shes a friend--dash--girl, friend. Then I get up and eat my cocoa-puffs. On Sunday I go to Church and listen to my Father in heaven, who speaks through my pastier -his name is Fr. Kevin. So I do what the other folks do, I put on a coat when it rains and I tie my own shoes... I put my pants on one leg at a time, and I make lemonade with lemons -not limes! So being blonde don't make me no different. Compared to brunets I'm mag-niff-uu-sent! I am me; I like butterflies, rainbows, My Little Pony, I'm not just some plastic, I'm no pretend-to-be-smart phony! I'm no different than other men... and umm, could you wake up? and tell me, what was the question again?
