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Mr. Rauch: You ain't no white girl!
Me: ...
Mr. Rauch: Well, you are.
Me: Yeah, I am.
(Dialogue from a recent Genetics class while discussing a lab on populations. Note: My teacher is a white man, here trying to sound hip after I asked a question pertaining to the idea that the whole class was meant to represent the white US population despite the obvious falsities of it.)
Moving on. It rained today. Our apricot tree is in full bloom, also. It is such a lovely sight, but a sad one too. To keep birds away it is tarped in mesh. To keep dogs away it is surrounded by chain-link fence. The rain made it cry blossom petals.
Stress made me sick this past week. Physically sick. This has occured for most of my life. My mom took me to the hospital when I was five because I complained of stomache aches all too often. The aches we came to find were from stress. They persisted in 2nd grade, then returned in 4th, and have visited now and then. Isn't that lovely?
Felipe is dying. Felipe for those who weren't aware is my fish. His right eye is a bulbous mass protruding from his head. He tilts on his side to see with the good one. He also tilts to correct himself while swimming. Most of his time is spent wedging his body amongst the plastic leaves of a decorative plant. I assume this is to keep him in one place, as otherwise he would just float back to the top of the tank. He's such a lovely fish.
I want to create amazing art. True, amazing art. Screw doodles of little anime girls. I want paint under my nails and brushes in my pockets next to scraps of colorful papers with more reason than to complete an outer image. Does this make any sense? To no one but myself, I'm sure.
Of Montreal is my new [heart] of a band. And Belle and Sebastian never hurt.
SPRING SING UPDATE: Does anyone want to call 45 chorus members and ask for their pant size and inseam? Yeah? Because I surely don't. Spring Sing. Why do you torture me so? I woke up this morning to thoughts of where in the world will I be able to acquire 45 pairs of bellbottomesque jeans in 2 weeks. Alloy.com answered me through the form of email spam. Paris Blues light denim 20 inch flares for $16, anyone? I'm relieved to find something that will work and is cheap, but I have the added stress of ordering them in time plus ordering the right sizes plus having enough money to purchase them. I wanted to get sizes on Thursday, but I was informed practice was canceled. Foiled, was I! Please pray for me. Pray that I maintain my sanity and complete all these costumes well. Plus, the award for best Costume Design won't hurt. The British flag dresses will surely rock hard if the idea gets off the ground. But, there is a pair of very hot striped, flared cords hanging in my closet right now next to a fringed leather vest that are promising for Dianna's character. God do I hope they look as hot on her as they look on the hanger. That costume is currently my favorite.
There's always more to say, but I'm done now.
Wait. I absolutely abhor the song "Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue" by Toby Keith. It infuriates me!! "'Cuz we'll put a boot in your ass." No! That is not the American way. At least it's not this American's way. The idea that people think that way... I'm lost for words. I don't care to be associated with such horrid garbage.
Now I'm done.
Me: ...
Mr. Rauch: Well, you are.
Me: Yeah, I am.
(Dialogue from a recent Genetics class while discussing a lab on populations. Note: My teacher is a white man, here trying to sound hip after I asked a question pertaining to the idea that the whole class was meant to represent the white US population despite the obvious falsities of it.)
Moving on. It rained today. Our apricot tree is in full bloom, also. It is such a lovely sight, but a sad one too. To keep birds away it is tarped in mesh. To keep dogs away it is surrounded by chain-link fence. The rain made it cry blossom petals.
Stress made me sick this past week. Physically sick. This has occured for most of my life. My mom took me to the hospital when I was five because I complained of stomache aches all too often. The aches we came to find were from stress. They persisted in 2nd grade, then returned in 4th, and have visited now and then. Isn't that lovely?
Felipe is dying. Felipe for those who weren't aware is my fish. His right eye is a bulbous mass protruding from his head. He tilts on his side to see with the good one. He also tilts to correct himself while swimming. Most of his time is spent wedging his body amongst the plastic leaves of a decorative plant. I assume this is to keep him in one place, as otherwise he would just float back to the top of the tank. He's such a lovely fish.
I want to create amazing art. True, amazing art. Screw doodles of little anime girls. I want paint under my nails and brushes in my pockets next to scraps of colorful papers with more reason than to complete an outer image. Does this make any sense? To no one but myself, I'm sure.
Of Montreal is my new [heart] of a band. And Belle and Sebastian never hurt.
SPRING SING UPDATE: Does anyone want to call 45 chorus members and ask for their pant size and inseam? Yeah? Because I surely don't. Spring Sing. Why do you torture me so? I woke up this morning to thoughts of where in the world will I be able to acquire 45 pairs of bellbottomesque jeans in 2 weeks. Alloy.com answered me through the form of email spam. Paris Blues light denim 20 inch flares for $16, anyone? I'm relieved to find something that will work and is cheap, but I have the added stress of ordering them in time plus ordering the right sizes plus having enough money to purchase them. I wanted to get sizes on Thursday, but I was informed practice was canceled. Foiled, was I! Please pray for me. Pray that I maintain my sanity and complete all these costumes well. Plus, the award for best Costume Design won't hurt. The British flag dresses will surely rock hard if the idea gets off the ground. But, there is a pair of very hot striped, flared cords hanging in my closet right now next to a fringed leather vest that are promising for Dianna's character. God do I hope they look as hot on her as they look on the hanger. That costume is currently my favorite.
There's always more to say, but I'm done now.
Wait. I absolutely abhor the song "Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue" by Toby Keith. It infuriates me!! "'Cuz we'll put a boot in your ass." No! That is not the American way. At least it's not this American's way. The idea that people think that way... I'm lost for words. I don't care to be associated with such horrid garbage.
Now I'm done.