My mom just stepped out to go babysit. It's 7:20 pm. She won't be back until around 11. She got home from tutoring someone an hour and a half ago. She picked me up from school after working at her day job just 4 hours ago.
And the Young Republican's club continues to insist that poverty is a choice, and that under McCain's plan people will have to work for their money and success, as if now everything is handed to them.
That statement makes me so so angry. In fact, it makes me want to throw my mother up on a stage and have her talk about the three different jobs she she takes on daily, just to support herself and me.
Tomorrow will hopefully be a relief.
I just got a text about a no on prop 8 protest on Hillcrest and Lynn right now. I love! For the hundredth time, I WISH I COULD DRIVE.
Also, I need to stop wasting time on, well, boys. Well, boy. Stopping. Well, trying to stop.
Also also, I need to start up writing again. I decided to write a sequel to The Great Gatsby. Ppfft, we'll see how that goes.
I'm sure there will be a ridiculous amount of blogs and bulletins up tomorrow.
Until then.
Showing posts with label Driving. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Driving. Show all posts
Monday, November 3, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Haar is Not My Daddy.
Though I like Mr. Haar and his class, he is really getting increasingly weird.
Yesterday he said something along the following:
"If anyone asks you who your dad is, you tell them, MR. HAAR IS MY DADDY!"
Ooookay. Weird, weird, weird.
Well my days are falling under a dreadful pattern. I wish I could drive so so so so so badly. I want to just get up and take off and drive to the beach just so I can listen to Sufjan and Death Cab and Iron & Wine for hours on end without interruption. Or even just just around town, blasting music and singing along and stopping at random places I've never been and scope them out for future reference.
More than I wish I could do all those things myself though, I wish someone would take me to do them. I wish I could drive for a long time and let good conversation fill up the days and the nights and let soothing music full up the occasional silences, or even the other way around.
I think the conclusion is that out of all the things going on in my schedule right now, I'd love to minimize everything but the good conversations and the music. In fact, I'd love to maximize the conversations and the music, more more more more more.
TAKE ME FOR A DRIVE.
Yesterday he said something along the following:
"If anyone asks you who your dad is, you tell them, MR. HAAR IS MY DADDY!"
Ooookay. Weird, weird, weird.
Well my days are falling under a dreadful pattern. I wish I could drive so so so so so badly. I want to just get up and take off and drive to the beach just so I can listen to Sufjan and Death Cab and Iron & Wine for hours on end without interruption. Or even just just around town, blasting music and singing along and stopping at random places I've never been and scope them out for future reference.
More than I wish I could do all those things myself though, I wish someone would take me to do them. I wish I could drive for a long time and let good conversation fill up the days and the nights and let soothing music full up the occasional silences, or even the other way around.
I think the conclusion is that out of all the things going on in my schedule right now, I'd love to minimize everything but the good conversations and the music. In fact, I'd love to maximize the conversations and the music, more more more more more.
TAKE ME FOR A DRIVE.
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