Good Shoes to take you good places.
I'm still outraged by a lot of things, but wither can't do much, or don't know what. I still haven't forgiven, even though I've been saying I let go.
Lets start a punk band. It'll be awesome, we'll sing about racial and gender equality, and kick out all the skinheads. It'll be great. They'll burn down a venue around our show, and we'll be famous, because our truths were savage and dangerous, and the people couldn't understand until it was too late. We'll burn brighter than the stars you can see from downtown.
I am sick of hearing about Twilight. There are so many better things out there, not only in the sense of just grammar, but also content. I would never want my child to idolize such a broken, obsessive, mentally abusive relationship as "love" I want them to idolize a strong woman, who can move forward on her own, and defend herself, and can find a love as equals. Tamora Peirce, while sometimes having characters bedding down more quickly than I would like, gives much better role models than Myers. Garth Nix's Abhorsen series is one of my favorites as well. The Golden Compass, if you aren't terribly religious. And what about the classics? As teens and young women, what about Austin novels? Good books that take a brain. What is wrong with us today, that poorly written vampires who climb into ladies' bedrooms at night are seen as romantic? I can't stand it.
In other news, I should be typing up my relationship essay. I combined Chinese soap viewing, ginger ale and soup delivery, homework pick up, household familiarity, and jokes about growing old together. And pretend they happened in the same even (because it made for a better story that was more coherent, and I am taking artistic license, because I can.)
Ignoring that essay again, in my lovely stream of consciousness, lets talk about the fact that I have almost no social life. Its pitiful. I sit on my ass with Phoebe and Mom most weekend nights. I don't have many friends (there is a difference between a friend and an acquaintance, and those I do have also seem to be homebodies.
Enough chit chat for now, we need to name our punk band.
