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I am currently jacked up on tea in a major way. Allow me to expound, if you will.
I have extrememly bad allergies. At least, that's what the doctor's office is calling my inability to breathe that gets me up at eight in the morning every morning, stop sneezing, and that hacking cough that keeps me awake at night. Oh, and the fact that I can currently barely function. Seeing this, my mother decided it would be appropos to herbally cure me. That is, make every kind of herbal tea she has ever heard of, and force me to chug it. My hands are currently vibrating from the gallons of caffeine in my system right now.
Second. Ellen, Sara, Molly M., and I have started our high school's newest and only official knitting club, the Knit-Wits, a name we stole offline. Hearing this, whilst peddling tea to me, my mother called me an anti-feminist.
Apparently, if you start a knitting club, you are furthering the oppression of women everywhere, who are forced to produce sweaters rather than become lawyers and judges. I tried to tell her, "Mom, I'm sure that a lot of empowered, professional women enjoy the craftiness that comes from making your own sweaters and scarves." But no, she would hear none of it.
Her idea, the idea that she wants me to seriously consider, I think, is for me to start a club that will empower women in a different way. One that will focus on the obscenity of the fallice and will encourage women to abandon their facist ideals and become feminists. Aka, teach them the proper way to burn their bras and castrate offensive men. I don't think I'll be founding such an organization any time soon, but I guess it's something to think about. Also, I think my mom may be a flaming liberal. But only maybe, nothing's set in stone.
In other news, I should really clean my room. It's gotten to the point where I can no longer see the floor, and I think small bunnylike creatures may have set up residence underneath my pile of dirty laundry that seems to have taken over. There's a war going on between carpet and clothing, and the clothing has trounced the carpet. Fantastic.
I have extrememly bad allergies. At least, that's what the doctor's office is calling my inability to breathe that gets me up at eight in the morning every morning, stop sneezing, and that hacking cough that keeps me awake at night. Oh, and the fact that I can currently barely function. Seeing this, my mother decided it would be appropos to herbally cure me. That is, make every kind of herbal tea she has ever heard of, and force me to chug it. My hands are currently vibrating from the gallons of caffeine in my system right now.
Second. Ellen, Sara, Molly M., and I have started our high school's newest and only official knitting club, the Knit-Wits, a name we stole offline. Hearing this, whilst peddling tea to me, my mother called me an anti-feminist.
Apparently, if you start a knitting club, you are furthering the oppression of women everywhere, who are forced to produce sweaters rather than become lawyers and judges. I tried to tell her, "Mom, I'm sure that a lot of empowered, professional women enjoy the craftiness that comes from making your own sweaters and scarves." But no, she would hear none of it.
Her idea, the idea that she wants me to seriously consider, I think, is for me to start a club that will empower women in a different way. One that will focus on the obscenity of the fallice and will encourage women to abandon their facist ideals and become feminists. Aka, teach them the proper way to burn their bras and castrate offensive men. I don't think I'll be founding such an organization any time soon, but I guess it's something to think about. Also, I think my mom may be a flaming liberal. But only maybe, nothing's set in stone.
In other news, I should really clean my room. It's gotten to the point where I can no longer see the floor, and I think small bunnylike creatures may have set up residence underneath my pile of dirty laundry that seems to have taken over. There's a war going on between carpet and clothing, and the clothing has trounced the carpet. Fantastic.