Rant - I hate liars

I hate it when people don’t tell me things. I really do. Especially when those things are about me. Goddam sonnasbitches! There are times when something has happened, that I am involved in and someone I don’t like knows the entire story, and I don’t even know, that really gets me. I don’t like it when people shoot the bull, just so I cant find out, lousy people, goddam phoneys they are the lot of ‘em! Like the time when this girl and I were going out, and she was cheating on me, and all of my friends knew about it, they didn’t tell me though, no, they just let me find out on my goddam own, those crumby sons of bitches. It’s like Christmas. Everybody knows what everyone else has bought you, but your not allowed to know. That kills me, as if it matters. Especially when you ask your parents what it is they have bought you, and they give you one of those stupid phoney lines like “ you’ll have to wait till Santa brings them on Christmas day wont you…” lousy people. Its sort of like a conspiracy isn’t it, where everyone but you gets off alright, and your just left, to pick up the pieces on your own. There’s always that one person that loses out. I hate it. I really do. Anyways that’s going off the point, but yes, I hate liars, even if I do my own fair share of it, but I really hate it, I loathe the fact that these people cant tell the one person that still doesn’t know, and not just that, they will get even more hurt if they leave it for this person to find out, it really gets to me, because I’ve experienced it myself, and its not a nice thing to experience. Goddam lousy morons.

Chapter Five - Phoney school

Every saturday night we had a really nice meal, this was because when the parents came on the sunday, and asked their children what they had for tea the night before, they would say something like steak or whatever, just to make it seem like a good school, to leave a nice impression, goddam phonies!
I didn't have a date or anything, so this guy from the wrestling team, Mal Brossard decided to go to see some crumby film. I wanted Ackley to come with us so I asked Mal and he wasn't to please about it, but he said yes anyways. In the end the movie wasnt even on, I wasn't bothered, I didn't feel like it anyways.

Chapter Four - Jane Gallagher.

I had nothing to do, so i decided to go down to the toilets with Stradlater. we just talked for abit while he was shaving, it was nice because it was empty, just us two, and we could just chat. it was as hot as hell, and the windows were all steamy. there were about ten sinks and Stradlater had the middle one. I sat down next to him and i couldnt stop turning on the cold water tap, on..off..on..off..on... it was a nervous habit. All this time Stradlater was whistling 'song of india' while he shaved. He had a very piercing whistle, that went right through you, and it was never in tune, and not just that, he always picked a song that was hard to whistle, even if you were good at whistling, you would find them hard. He could mess up any song. seriously.
Before, i said that Ackley was a slob, well so was Stradlater, but Stradlater was more of a secret slob. If he went out, he looked the bomb, but if you could see the razor he was shaving with it was as rusty as hell, full of crap, he didnt even bother cleaning it or anything. Despite this, he always looked good when he had finished pampering himself. Didnt make him less of a secret slob though. He was a picture perfect sort of handsome guy, not handsome as in the handsomest guy in the western hemisphere, but like, say for instance in the school year book, he was always the sort of boy your parents would ask about, thats the sort of handsome guy he was. I'll admit it, he was pretty handsome, but he was in love with himself.
Anyways, i was sat next to Stradlater, he was still shaving, and i was still turning the cold water tap on and off. I had still got my red hunting hat on, i had the peak around the back too, i got a real bang out of that hat. Stradlater asked me to write an english composition for him, because he had to read some history thing for monday, and he was taking this girl out that night. It was ironic, he was asking me to do his english composition, when i was the one flunking out of school because of my grades.
"Where'dja get that hat?" Stradlater asked me, i told him i bought it in New York this morning for a buck, i asked if he liked it, he replied "sharp", i knew he was only trying to me make feel good so that id write that english composition for him. In the end i told him if i get some time then i'll write it, if i dont, then i wont. I started to ask who his date was, Fitzgerald? he said no, and just out of the blue, i felt like jumping on the washbowl, and pouncing onto Stradlater getting him into a half nelson, then i asked him, if his date wasnt Fitzgerald, then who was it? Phyllis Smith? nope, then he said "ive got Bud Thaws rommate now...hey. I almost forgot. She knows you. Then he burst right out with it, Jean Gallagher. I nearly dropped dead when he said her name, i was so excited to see her again, i really wanted her to come up. I couldnt stop questionning Stradlater about her. I used to play checkers with her all the time, she would never use her kings

Chapter Three - I'm the most terrific liar you ever saw in your life.

It's awful. Sometimes i just can't help myself. The slightest thing somebody asks me and i'll lie about it. It's terrible. Like when old Spencer asked me to stay for a while, and i said i left my equipment and stuff in the gym, it was all just a lie.
I lived in the Ossenburger memorial wing of the new dorms, it was only for juniors and seniors, i was just a junior.It was named after this Ossenburger guy that went to pencey prep, he made loads of money from undertaking or something. But thats off the point, the point is, he came in to do some speech that lasted ten goddam hours! The only reason the new wing was named after him is cos he gave the school a pile of dough! During his long and very very boring story about how he likes to pray to god all the time, what a phoney! He says he even prays in his goddam car...his car!!! haha, i can just imagine that big phoney bastard shifting into first gear and asking jesus to send him a few more stiffs. The only good part of his speech was when this guy sitting infront of us, Edgar Marsella, farted right as Ossenburger was describing how swell a guy he was, it was a very crude thing to do in the chapel, but it was quite amusing. We were then lectured by old thurmer about how disgusting and indecent the person was, so we tried to get old Marsella to rip off another one. Anyway, thats where i lived at Pencey. Old Ossenburger Memorial Wing, in the new dorms.
I was glad to get back to my room after speaking to Spencer, it was all cosy and warm, so took off my coat and tie, then unbuttoned my shirt collar, then i put this hat on, i bought it in New York earlier. It was a red hunting hat, with one of those very, very long peaks. I noticed it just after i lost all of the fencing equipment. It was only a buck.